jueves, agosto 28, 2008
There's a fine line between,
genius (or even 4.0s) & insanity
biscuts & cookies (it's a British thing)
purple & happiness
leather sandals & stinky feet
siblings & vivacity
siblings & snorts
couches & sleep
lunes, agosto 25, 2008
(Acts 8:38- If you believe with all your heart, you may.)
You think, poor seeker, that you are not allowed to rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory; [that] if you are permitted to get inside Christ’s door, or sit at the bottom of his table, you will be well content. Ah! but you shall not have less privileges than the very greatest... When Jesus comes into the heart, he issues a general license to be glad in the Lord.
...Perhaps our reader is saying, “I wish I could enjoy the promises, and walk at liberty in my Lord’s commands.” “If you believe with all your heart, you may.” Loose the chains of thy neck, O captive daughter, for Jesus makes thee free.
Amen, sir, amen.
jueves, agosto 21, 2008
little voice: You know… you really need to post on your blog. You’re officially back home now, and you told them that you wouldn’t leave it forever…
me: Yeah yeah. But I have business to do this morning! I’ve already been bumming around. And you know all those emails I said I’d do last night? Well they still need to be written! Big important emails. Shouldn’t wait on them.
You told them you would post.
I know!! Clam up! I have to prioritize!
Well look at you now. All you’re doing is lurching around Microsoft Word and cleaning out a jar of peanut butter. Prioritizing, are we?
Hey, my sustenance is important. No food. No Cabbage. No blog. Besides, with you nagging me like this I won’t be happy enough to write something good anyways. I won’t be able to tell them about all the coolness from New York, seeing mountains, or the fawn, or watching Olympics, or getting to know the Lord Jesus Christ better… none of that will come out; no excitement or joy or peace like I’ve had. All it will be will be grousing because I want to post but don’t have the time to write a good post because school is starting in four days and I don’t even know where all my socks are. They’ll all just see that I’m in process and still trying to figure things out, and then where will we be?!
Right where we’ve always been all along…