action without communication is a character flaw.
to just go and do something is so easy.
monkeys do that.
how lame it is to just do.
but some have that power.
...to just do...because we can...because we have that power...
what does that say about us?
have we thought about where our actions will lead us?
have we thought about tomorrow?
Stephen Vincent Benét said, "We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom."
i pray for peace.
i pray for wisdom.
a wonderful family. wonderful values. wonderful children. wonderful hospitality.
i am thankful to have met this family. to take in someone that they don't know from adam. a great experience.
im so excited to have met them.
i hope that when we have our own home, that we will be able to offer the same hospitality.
to go out of our way, offer shelter, food, and knowledge to someone in need.
what a blessing to give.
what a way to show your love for Christ.
doug, you have a great family.
thank you.
isnt life easy sometimes. im totally comfortable right now. in fact, i have a promotion on the table at work, a big promotion. in the midst of other peoples problems...i.e. our church and her board issues, i could be totally happy. i could lock myself in my own little world and make myself very happy. i could take that promotion, and live that life and be really comfortable. i could slip into an easy life, centered on me.
how exciting, right? isnt that what we spend most of our time thinking about...making ourselves happy and content. we look at how if we just had this...or just had that...we would be so happy...or things would be so much easier if X. our superficial minds wrap around ourselves and smother us with greed, lust, and me-ness. always we look at the grass on the other side. guess what...its always greener. but do you want to know why? its because it isnt grass at all. rather, its turf. its fake turf that we lust after. and the owner of the lawn drives his lawnmower over it making it look like it is perfect, putting up this fake view of perfection. and we fall for it. little do we know that dudes lawn is sucking all his finances and time, or rather, how it doesnt even make him happy, and he is looking at his neighbor's lawn lusting after it. how funny us little humans are. never happy. never content. never satisfied.
funny thing. im not satisfied. im not satisfied with my promotion. im not content with my Kingdom work. i want more. i want to devote my entire life to His work. i want to discover my Most High Gods' will and plan for my life. i know that i am not in it, now. but, i am attempting to discover this plan. i will prayerfully devote my time and effort to finding this plan. if my gps is tracking correctly, all that would be left of my life after 'plan discovery' would be friendship, passion, hard work, faith, and relationship with Christ. all else would be removed. specifically, comfort zones, prosperity, and selfishness...all removed. if in the past he has ever called me out on such a wild plan, i haven't bitten. yet now, i look for that open and closed door.
Lead me, Lord. Teach me, Lord. Guide me and walk with me, Lord. I walk this path with my heart, mind, and heart open to do your will. Melt my heart with your love. I give to you my hands and feet. May my work be for you alone. May your will be done in my life. I praise your Holy Name.
is worship something that we dive into every opportunity that we can? my King, he deserves my worship. for all He has done for me, i worship Him. i worshiped at another house of worship this past sunday. does the effectiveness of the band really matter in song worship? shoved in like a sardine, with a lackluster musical environment, i found myself struggling to get my mind right.
i guess i really missed having dana leading worship. i missed having her heart spill out on the stage for Christ...her passion overflowing into us...worshiping the Most High God. thank you dana, for sharing your faith so powerfully on stage. and i know that i refer to you as 'teh wife of teh frenchie', but that is more of a silly conundrum for your husband. he is awesome. and i want him to know that so that is why i have you under that title. but thank you for providing your passion and heart for us.
you couldn't be more important for us(our church) right now. we need your worship leadership. everyone can feel it. everyone knows something is going on, that something is up. yet God will have His Way. and i thank you personally for your passion. may God bless you, your husband, and your children.
controlling my breath, moving only enough to bring the stock up to my shoulder, i managed to scope my target. there it sat, finally, as i had waited for what seemed an eternity for this very moment. the .243 had a scope on it that allowed me to pinpoint the most vulnerable area on the target...center mass. headshot would not apply here. yet, i knew that after i made my kill, i would scream headshot in victory. yet the thin air played games with my breathing. i needed to be completely still to make the shot. remember...breath in, target, breath out, squeeze the trigger. i readjusted the stock higher onto my shoulder to a more comfortable position. i have got all the time in the world it seems. time is standing still yet racing by. i breath out, i squeeze, the rifle recoils deep into my shoulder meat...i open my eyes...i scope the area, my target is down. "HEADSHOT!!"
pwnage. you see, i pwn, therefore i pwn. thats how i do. i bring it. to pwn or not to pwn, that is the pwnage. put your leet pwn in, pull your leet pwn out, do the pwnypokey and pwn it all about. do you mind if i pwn you a question?
as i walked up to the annihilated target, barely breathing, i smiled. the rc can was destroyed. its pop had been sprayed against the snow. no longer would this pop can bring any more trouble to the west. yes. i pwn.
thank you.
thank you so much.
when you welcome me into your home,
when you welcome me with your smile,
when you welcome me in God's love,
you are reflecting the light of Christ.
thank you.
mr erickson prayed as i listened,
hot meal sitting before me,
prepared in advance.
i love to hear elders pray.
i remember my great great grandma praying.
it is so different from the nagging and complaining
that every other old person i know does.
hearing mr erickson pray was beautiful.
an old man, as a child, before his King.
in reverance, he blessed our food and our journey.
to think that someone that old could have a dad...
to think that he knew that he had a dad...
still living, still with him, walking beside him.
it is amazing.
i pray that i have that kind of relationship with my King as my years draw on.
thank you mr and mrs erickson.
