well, i'm trying to figure out how to set up mobile blogging -- because, believe me, you want to know exactly what i am experiencing all day, everyday! let's be honest about that. :)
and...
i think that's really it. i used to blog about all my feelings, but they don't really need to be online; and while work today was pretty blase, everything else that happened wasn't, but that still doesn't mean i need to talk about it.
oh, except that, brenna and i walked over to tyler & rachel's for a bbq, and walked home with our kabobs, cuz we ran out of time before our meeting, and it was great. it's just a delight to be making new friends, and deeper friends out of older ones -- i'm just so in my element here.
9.9.09
8.9.09
oooh. i see.
sometimes, you just have to support a friend who's trying something new, because your loving, genuine, 'i care more for you than how impressed i am by your work' support can mean that this friends has the means with which to grow in confidence, without fear.
6.9.09
winds of change?
he was patient.
he was quiet.
he wasn't rude, though under duress.
he was gracious.
and he said, 'thank you very much'.
hm.
he was quiet.
he wasn't rude, though under duress.
he was gracious.
and he said, 'thank you very much'.
hm.
29.8.09
review.
well friends, i've learned a lot this week.
i learned that we can approach God like an idol, just hoping to strike some sort of deal -- not knowing how much he desires to know us, not just fulfill our wishes. i learned that maybe, just maybe, israel's 40 years in the desert was God's heart expressing this -- he wanted them to come into the land of riches knowing him before the milk & honey.
i learned that loud and obnoxious can still equal insecure -- that even the words which seem to cut so deeply, which couldn't possibly be an accident, might just be someone else's hurt coming through. and if i can make Christ sufficient for my healing, then maybe, just maybe, i can have compassion, and step back to see where a friend needs grace and truth, not accusation and alarm.
i learned that my new (as of 10 hours ago) chiropractor has a technique which just might help me with me ankle.
i learned that floating down the old man river is AWESOME, and a great way to cool off and meet with friends.
i learned that moving in takes time, and sometimes the pieces just need to come together (aka, becca better get here soon...)...
hmmm. i learned a lot of things.
i learned that we can approach God like an idol, just hoping to strike some sort of deal -- not knowing how much he desires to know us, not just fulfill our wishes. i learned that maybe, just maybe, israel's 40 years in the desert was God's heart expressing this -- he wanted them to come into the land of riches knowing him before the milk & honey.
i learned that loud and obnoxious can still equal insecure -- that even the words which seem to cut so deeply, which couldn't possibly be an accident, might just be someone else's hurt coming through. and if i can make Christ sufficient for my healing, then maybe, just maybe, i can have compassion, and step back to see where a friend needs grace and truth, not accusation and alarm.
i learned that my new (as of 10 hours ago) chiropractor has a technique which just might help me with me ankle.
i learned that floating down the old man river is AWESOME, and a great way to cool off and meet with friends.
i learned that moving in takes time, and sometimes the pieces just need to come together (aka, becca better get here soon...)...
hmmm. i learned a lot of things.
i could've sworn i'd heard of this before...
rob steele *rob steele* is a friend of friends, who i've met once -- but he carries a reputation, at least for the cult-like response people exhibit when his name is spoken.
(think steve holt *steve holt* from arrested development -- except everybody in the room raises their arms).
so, rob has a blog, which seems really familiar -- as if someone else out there in the blogging world pointed me to it years ago.
anyway...it's worth reading. the thoughts and words and epiphanies of another disciple, another son, struggling to receive and walk in the light -- be encouraged.
rob steele *rob steele*
(think steve holt *steve holt* from arrested development -- except everybody in the room raises their arms).
so, rob has a blog, which seems really familiar -- as if someone else out there in the blogging world pointed me to it years ago.
anyway...it's worth reading. the thoughts and words and epiphanies of another disciple, another son, struggling to receive and walk in the light -- be encouraged.
rob steele *rob steele*
22.6.09
summer time
just a fun lil' double post, since it's been a while and my creative writing skills seems to be a bit lacking.
the turn in mood since summer hit has been amazing -- almost mind-boggling. around the end of wintertime, i start feeling as though i am falling to pieces. the cold, the grey, the whole lot...i just can't handle it after march hits.
and then..
here it comes...
warmer days...
less snow, and finally no snow....
sunshine all day long, later sunsets.
and it's summer!
whoooooooooo!
this post is less than exciting. i'm pretty sleepy right now. days are pretty full of life when it's sun time.
more posts later. i'll try and keep track of my witty observations so i can share them with you all.
loves!
the turn in mood since summer hit has been amazing -- almost mind-boggling. around the end of wintertime, i start feeling as though i am falling to pieces. the cold, the grey, the whole lot...i just can't handle it after march hits.
and then..
here it comes...
warmer days...
less snow, and finally no snow....
sunshine all day long, later sunsets.
and it's summer!
whoooooooooo!
this post is less than exciting. i'm pretty sleepy right now. days are pretty full of life when it's sun time.
more posts later. i'll try and keep track of my witty observations so i can share them with you all.
loves!
flashbacks
tonight, benny apples and i were walking our cute lil selves home -- having walked over to DQ to get blizzards, and then stopping by the girls' house to watch some Cute with Chris -- when we saw Deanna drive by.
She didn't see us.
Then, a car horn grabbed our attention and a blue pathfinder flew by -- !
jake dennill!
whaaat!?
fun times, running into friends in the street, sitting in cars, listening to matthew good, with or without his band.
She didn't see us.
Then, a car horn grabbed our attention and a blue pathfinder flew by -- !
jake dennill!
whaaat!?
fun times, running into friends in the street, sitting in cars, listening to matthew good, with or without his band.
7.5.09
rooted
If we skip the step of growing and cultivating in a local church we export an impotent message with little effect. The Apostles walked into cities and villages with the utmost confidence in the potency and power of the Gospel of Jesus Christ because they drank deeply themselves. The church is where we drink deeply of the Gospel and are transformed by the power of His Blood and Spirit.
-- ryan matchett
-- ryan matchett
3.5.09
through the children's gate -- adam gopnik
...Check for what? I think secretly. That they are breathing, as Martha does? That they are safe? But what could that mean? Though I tell them they are safe, none of us really knows what safety is, or means, or looks like when it is asleep.
I realize, in the middle of the night, that the love I feel for the children is not at every moment remote enough from the need I feel for them;
all the discipline I attempt to prepare to let them go into their own world, where they make up their own minds and fly away on their own wings, gets lost when I look at them. I want them here, safe, I want them this age forever, I want this situation -- two small children puzzled and, on the whole, happy at home, in a big city, not to change, even though I know that the parent's task is building up and letting go.
I realize, in the middle of the night, that the love I feel for the children is not at every moment remote enough from the need I feel for them;
all the discipline I attempt to prepare to let them go into their own world, where they make up their own minds and fly away on their own wings, gets lost when I look at them. I want them here, safe, I want them this age forever, I want this situation -- two small children puzzled and, on the whole, happy at home, in a big city, not to change, even though I know that the parent's task is building up and letting go.
