THINK FAR. SEE FAR.

I "wrote" this on my way to work this morning in rejoice of how immediate my prayers are answered:My pain is a constant reminder to turn to the Lord.
What a blessing it it to let the absence in my heart
recall my attention and dependency to Heavenly Father.
How I wish to endure these pangs throughout my eternities
only to ensure my journey is beside the comforting hand of God.
He acknowledges my sorrows and desires personally.
I rejoice that he knows and loves my heart so perfectly.
Allow my mind the attentiveness to accredit his presence
after the clarity overcomes my darkness.

Suffering do not leave me now.
I want to be lost inside it those before me.
I long to be as David, and Job. Even as Joseph.
To experience their happiness and perseverance in their closeness to Him.
My own desires be lost in these despairs,
for the day I am able to basque in the light,
only cleanliness will surround me.
I must endure until I can resist him no more.
I come only to the Lord broken and contrite.
My stubborn weaknesses will soon falter
Strengths will prove prevalent in my actions.
Change will run through my blood, and I will rejoice in the Lord always.


Does anyone get excited when they put a name in their phone and their name is a combination of the first letters on your number keys? Sweet simplicity.

Some of my pottery and my picture made this website!
The Pottery Shop, Normal IL
Soul Song: Eisley - A Sight To Behold
Song with Soul: I am a Child of God - Hymn

STUDENT OF THIS LIFE

Today like many, I was running away. I circled and came back to a house with piles of wood at their sidewalk. I ran to my car to pick it up. More projects to tease my mind.
I talked with the people ripping out the basement of the house, who spoke of disgust about the condition the previous tenant left it in. The next door neighbor walked over to me after they had gone back to their business. She commented that she was happy to see some new neighbors. I told her I was just scavenging, and that the people, I believed, were just trying to sell the home. She still seemed satisfied.

I suppose that I was thinking about this tenant quite a bit as I loaded my trunk. I looked around these items - an old temperature gage, a corner cabinet, wall panels, orange grunge carpet, encyclopedias. Everyone spoke of these things as such a burden to their activity. What about this old man? He did not even have relatives to clean up his house and go through his possessions. The neighbors were glad to see someone ELSE moving in. Old kicked to the corner. I just pray that he had warmth in his life, because the afterthoughts of him seemed barren and cold.

What thoughts will I leave behind?

Attitudes have changed on love stories in movies. I can't fall for any of them anymore. I rarely think there are enough factors for realistic relationships. They used to help for emotional release, and now I just ignore that part of the plot, and find entertainment in the intermediate stories (Or in the case of Across the Universe the political/social/artistic stories). Maybe I'm unconsciously joining the male perspective.

Today Hogan came to visit my apartment. :O) Kara and I are baking bananananananananana bread right now. yummy.

I want to hold your hand - The Beatles