So, after talking to a friend I have started to think a little more about what I am trying to accomplish. I realized I am not sure really. I felt like I wanted to be more real with people, I read (present tense there not read as in like I did it once) Tim's Blog and see the kind of stuff that he writes about and I thought it sounded like a good tool so I just did it.
I find that I do that alot. I get an idea and I know that if i don't jump on it right away it might not happen. The flip side to that is that alot of the time I am very much a person who likes to think things through before I do them. Which leads to too much thinking and too little doing. So somehow I need to find a balance in there. So that I can have some planning, but still actually do it at some point.
All that to say that I still want to stick to my initial reasons for creating the Blog, but I need to pray alot more about what I want to accomplish and how I want to do it.
Just a few thoughts I thought I would throw down so that I can put off doing my homework for a little while longer....
Monday, January 30, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Some other cool stuff
Ok so I wanted to keep this separate from the first post since I was planning on linking that one so people would know why I chose the name. So now on to some normal stuff. I will hopefully end up with about half intesne posts and half just fun posts.
First off: SON OF A BISQUIT!!
For those of you who have never heard me say that, well you can blame Tim. I'm not sure how it started, but there it is. I have been saying that kinda as my cussing replacement for about a year now, and I have never heard anyone else say it (outside my circle of friends). That is until last week. I was in the weight-room for weight lifting (wow...thats deep) with my roomate. We were just getting ready to start our workout, when out of the darkness echoes a strong and clear voice "SON OF A BISCUIT!" I turned around and looked, but there was no face to put to the outburst. So I will have to simply know that there are others like me without actually knowing who they are.
Second off:
I am a creative person. I draw, I write songs, but the main thing I am getting at is that occasionally I work on a short story that I started many years ago. So if you happen to find points in my posts where it all of a sudden becomes very descriptive and story like, I apologize. i.e. the part about about the voice echoing - stuff like that.
Third off: Hmm....
Well I can't really think of a third off. But I will save you all from more of my randomness.
First off: SON OF A BISQUIT!!
For those of you who have never heard me say that, well you can blame Tim. I'm not sure how it started, but there it is. I have been saying that kinda as my cussing replacement for about a year now, and I have never heard anyone else say it (outside my circle of friends). That is until last week. I was in the weight-room for weight lifting (wow...thats deep) with my roomate. We were just getting ready to start our workout, when out of the darkness echoes a strong and clear voice "SON OF A BISCUIT!" I turned around and looked, but there was no face to put to the outburst. So I will have to simply know that there are others like me without actually knowing who they are.
Second off:
I am a creative person. I draw, I write songs, but the main thing I am getting at is that occasionally I work on a short story that I started many years ago. So if you happen to find points in my posts where it all of a sudden becomes very descriptive and story like, I apologize. i.e. the part about about the voice echoing - stuff like that.
Third off: Hmm....
Well I can't really think of a third off. But I will save you all from more of my randomness.
The Reason for the Desert
*does crazy first post dance*
Let me first apologize that sometimes my wierd side comes out a little stronger in text (as is evident above). If you can get past that hopefully you will enjoy some of my thoughts.
Let me start by explaining why I want to do this. I have just felt very strongly lately that I am called to be real. I'm not sure when I started feeling it exactly, but I have started feeling it more and more strongly as the weeks have progressed. The first time I remember feeling it, was when I was having a conversation with an old friend. He had been to a foreign country and said he liked it so much better than in the US because people were more real there. For some reason God just started pulling at my heart because of that.
As I contemplated that more and more, I realized that it's true. We as Americans are afraid to be open with people. We hide behind masks. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I don't want to be like that. So I have been asking God alot about what that would look like in my life. And he continues to show me ways that I can be more open with people. As Jesus says in Luke 8: "For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open." That just continues to speak to me that there is not much that I should be hiding about myself.
So through that call that I have felt, I have had a strong longing to just bare myself to people. Now I will also say that I don't think there has been anything scarier that I have embarked on it my life. Being vulnerable to people is a really scary thing. Especially people you might not know very well. But there it is, tugging at my heart. A desire to allow people into my head, even with all the darkness that lives there.
So if you will, embark on a journey with me, to a place where we as a people can be real with each other.
Hmm....ok so that last bit was a little much. So maybe I shouldn't be a speach writer.
But all that said, I feel like I would like to share with you the metaphorical desert of my very real brokeness, where the only life comes from the living water of Christ.
Let me first apologize that sometimes my wierd side comes out a little stronger in text (as is evident above). If you can get past that hopefully you will enjoy some of my thoughts.
Let me start by explaining why I want to do this. I have just felt very strongly lately that I am called to be real. I'm not sure when I started feeling it exactly, but I have started feeling it more and more strongly as the weeks have progressed. The first time I remember feeling it, was when I was having a conversation with an old friend. He had been to a foreign country and said he liked it so much better than in the US because people were more real there. For some reason God just started pulling at my heart because of that.
As I contemplated that more and more, I realized that it's true. We as Americans are afraid to be open with people. We hide behind masks. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I don't want to be like that. So I have been asking God alot about what that would look like in my life. And he continues to show me ways that I can be more open with people. As Jesus says in Luke 8: "For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open." That just continues to speak to me that there is not much that I should be hiding about myself.
So through that call that I have felt, I have had a strong longing to just bare myself to people. Now I will also say that I don't think there has been anything scarier that I have embarked on it my life. Being vulnerable to people is a really scary thing. Especially people you might not know very well. But there it is, tugging at my heart. A desire to allow people into my head, even with all the darkness that lives there.
So if you will, embark on a journey with me, to a place where we as a people can be real with each other.
Hmm....ok so that last bit was a little much. So maybe I shouldn't be a speach writer.
But all that said, I feel like I would like to share with you the metaphorical desert of my very real brokeness, where the only life comes from the living water of Christ.
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