Instead of tooting my own horn (Ironic, much? But, I digress...), I'm tooting other folks' horns.
I've just finished writing another recommendation. In the past two years or so, I've been writing them almost as much as I've been asking for them. It's weird/exciting/happy feeling to be "of age" to write them for others while very much needing them myself.
The familiar notion of crying old comes to mind, but for as long as I've been crying so, I'm embracing this notion more and more. Let me clarify.
A few years ago, I would have thought aging as dreadful. Now, I embrace it joyfully.
Yes, I realize I'm too young to speak about getting old. To that I say, pish posh. I've been doing so since high school and I know that I'm gonna keep doing it till kingdom come.
Speaking of kingdom, I'm reminded of this one verse...
Proverbs 16:31.
Praying that I get to that point. God willing.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
we remember
10 years.
Most everyone has said that it's one of those things that define a generation.
A thing that everyone remembers exactly what they were doing the moment they found out.
A thing that has caused countless ink, tears, blood, and everything than can flow, to run wild.
We have. We do. We will.
Remember.
Most everyone has said that it's one of those things that define a generation.
A thing that everyone remembers exactly what they were doing the moment they found out.
A thing that has caused countless ink, tears, blood, and everything than can flow, to run wild.
We have. We do. We will.
Remember.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
ex nihilo (sort of...)
I secretly (not so much anymore) enjoy driving in the loop of the interchange. That centripetal force thing going on doesn't cease to excite.
Situated in one of these countless loops, that I enjoy way too much, is a little brick church I pass on my way to work. I don't know the name of said building but I always mean to look it up every time I pass it. Just something along the way that occasionally catches my eye; I pay it no mind.
Today, however, it got my whole attention. On the loop around, I noticed the stained glass windows. Folks in Bedlam probably made more sense, but the figures in the windows seem to flash brightly for a moment.
Was He trying to say something to me?
This wasn't some Joan of Arc kinda thing. But, it does remind me that He is always speaking to us. Not by the conventional methods of communication, but through the almost seemingly random. Burning shrubbery, random weather disturbances, dreams, etc. etc.
What He is saying? I don't know. Is He speaking to us? Probably. Or am I just causing more bedlam?
p.s. It's called Calvary Baptist.
Situated in one of these countless loops, that I enjoy way too much, is a little brick church I pass on my way to work. I don't know the name of said building but I always mean to look it up every time I pass it. Just something along the way that occasionally catches my eye; I pay it no mind.
Today, however, it got my whole attention. On the loop around, I noticed the stained glass windows. Folks in Bedlam probably made more sense, but the figures in the windows seem to flash brightly for a moment.
Was He trying to say something to me?
This wasn't some Joan of Arc kinda thing. But, it does remind me that He is always speaking to us. Not by the conventional methods of communication, but through the almost seemingly random. Burning shrubbery, random weather disturbances, dreams, etc. etc.
What He is saying? I don't know. Is He speaking to us? Probably. Or am I just causing more bedlam?
p.s. It's called Calvary Baptist.
Friday, September 2, 2011
so...how's the weather? (ii)
34 hours.
It's incomparable to the 4 days of no power that Isabel put parts of VA through. Props to the Dominion Power for being on their game this year. Bet your bottom dollar, that we had Snap!'s The Power on repeat.
Unfortunately, as the days go by, more news of Irene's devastation on the East Coast just keeps coming in. Time and time again, folks have wondered in the aftermath of natural disasters, why has this happened?
I am not seasoned enough to give an adequate answer, but I do know this...Natural disasters give folks new perspectives on life.
In the midst of the 34 hours of being "unplugged", I've been reminded and have had to relearn to appreciate a lot more of the things we have taken for granted. Yes, we in the First World have it easy. Water running INSTANTANEOUSLY from a tap; internet downloading video, music, etc. etc. faster than we can sneeze; flips, switches, buttons, and screens we manipulate by A FINGER to manipulate a plethora of electronics...I think you get the picture. We have so much stuff that once we lose control of ONE thing, we go to pieces.
I cannot help but think of His words from the Sermon on the Mount.
No, dear reader, I am not trivializing the loss of life in the midst of tragedy. Rather, I am asking us to remember where our treasures lie.
Matthew 6:19-21.
It's incomparable to the 4 days of no power that Isabel put parts of VA through. Props to the Dominion Power for being on their game this year. Bet your bottom dollar, that we had Snap!'s The Power on repeat.
Unfortunately, as the days go by, more news of Irene's devastation on the East Coast just keeps coming in. Time and time again, folks have wondered in the aftermath of natural disasters, why has this happened?
I am not seasoned enough to give an adequate answer, but I do know this...Natural disasters give folks new perspectives on life.
In the midst of the 34 hours of being "unplugged", I've been reminded and have had to relearn to appreciate a lot more of the things we have taken for granted. Yes, we in the First World have it easy. Water running INSTANTANEOUSLY from a tap; internet downloading video, music, etc. etc. faster than we can sneeze; flips, switches, buttons, and screens we manipulate by A FINGER to manipulate a plethora of electronics...I think you get the picture. We have so much stuff that once we lose control of ONE thing, we go to pieces.
I cannot help but think of His words from the Sermon on the Mount.
No, dear reader, I am not trivializing the loss of life in the midst of tragedy. Rather, I am asking us to remember where our treasures lie.
Matthew 6:19-21.
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