I wondered into a conversation with a friend last night. I don't even recall how it came about, but it really reminded me of something about Jesus. So much I think about Jesus in relation to all those who don't believe. It isn't that I don't think about how much I need him, I just more often think like this, "Wow, if we could understand who Jesus is, and live it out, how could the world resist?"
That seems to be the question I always come to. I don't think that is a bad question. Because I have yet to truly find someone who has figured Him (Jesus) out. And yet maybe that to is wrong to say. I have yet to figure out my brother, my father and even my mother (whom I'd say I've gotten to know the most in my life, yet I still am surprised by her so much in life.) We will never figure God out.
Song of Solomon
Beloved
2 I slept but my heart was awake.
Listen! My lover is knocking:
"Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my flawless one.
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night."
3 I have taken off my robe—
must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet—
must I soil them again?
4 My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening;
my heart began to pound for him.
5 I arose to open for my lover,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with flowing myrrh,
on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened for my lover,
but my lover had left; he was gone.
My heart sank at his departure.
I looked for him but did not find him.
I called him but he did not answer.
7 The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
They beat me, they bruised me;
they took away my cloak,
those watchmen of the walls!
8 O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my lover,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.
Friends
9 How is your beloved better than others,
most beautiful of women?
How is your beloved better than others,
that you charge us so?
If we live our lives, awakening from slumbers, allowing our heart to be awakened by our Lord, and rising to the voice of our Love, if we dare to throw off the securities, if we have the courage to get dirty, the world will ask who it is we love so much, who could be worth our very lives. The world will want to know, and the best thing of it all is, they will know, if you arise off your bed at his voice, you will be doing the work of the Father, and all the world will see. "Put your lamp on lamp stand so that all may have the light." All it means is, live it, live it like you believe it, and get to know it so you know what you believe.
Preaching to himself...
-Mike
Monday, March 05, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Tree and Love
Love and Tree
I approached the tree, it was like wondering down an alley of darkness, the great maples of our times, hanging over head not yet destroyed by the wicked disease that would impact this area so widely. Like so many years ago when the peoples of this land where taken away, by storms and guns and wants and greed’s. I approached the tree in the darkness and it reminded me of where I had come from. It moved me, it beckoned to me like the harlots of my youth. Like the sirens of my days filled with misfortune. Yet this tree this ghostly image at the end of this alley of life was of a different time, a time immemorible.
I longed to know what it held for me, I longed to peer into the heart of that tree. This life I had lived had been so void of anything of it’s nature I had to have it, I had to see what it held for me. Like destiny at my door steep here was the shadow of my future. Was it the end of the beginning? It is my doubt that makes my feet stutter, it is my longing for everything to be right that allows my heart to flutter. Where can I go from here when all I want is to see the other side. When all I want is in, into the heart that holds my attention.
Some tell me it is this pain, pain of all that is hopped for and not yet grasped that we live for. What else have we but hope, love and faith that things will end up real. The reality I wander into is the wondering of the masses, opium some say. But I wonder how they were hurt by this tree that I gaze upon, because their hearts have been so damaged by their own thoughts of love. Still I am beckoned and I can not see past the mist of this age. I can not see past my youth and the wants of my heart.
I wonder why the pain runs deep, how the pain was applied to me so strongly that I hide it from all who look. I conceal the hope so well, I forget it there. So here is my try, here is my release into the minds of all who read. My heart covets the life I want to live, and yet I hold it back, what have you to say, to me the heart of hope. I uncover this hiding for you and I say I will hope, I will long for all that is real and true and it will only be death that can keep me from attaining it here.
And break does the light into this picture, the heart of the matter revealed, it is my own darkness that shadows my feet from their path and now I see. See that this tree that stands in front of me is nothing but allegory-… and metaphor for all that is our hearts that wish to explore. I remember the youth of adventure, the muse of my soul, the beauty of fare ladies and the desire that lays in me like a mole. Will I forget them I think not, I will restore them and place them in their rightful spot.
You see the light it is clear, it rains down from heaven and like love makes my heart smear, from east to west and north to south, like the branches that hang from this gallant tree, and the honey that swarms them the springly bees. Next to the branches I look for luck, and see the feet of wild birds to freely struck, in orbit around this tree so full of life, it lends to passions the man’s soul filled with strife, yet let lose the longings so fare that all in the woman’s heart subdue with nothing but feminine care. I lift my glass to you, birds and bees, it is this that my soul lose me in the trees.
So I wonder around this tree of life, so once I thought, I drag my fingers across its bark. I think and think and think and still no words come to mind, on how to describe this paradox of hope that love will be found amongst the trees, that one would stand out amid the rest. So I stare into wilderness and hope again, for love to find me, or me find it. Perhaps I merely look harder and my soul will find it’s fit.
I approached the tree, it was like wondering down an alley of darkness, the great maples of our times, hanging over head not yet destroyed by the wicked disease that would impact this area so widely. Like so many years ago when the peoples of this land where taken away, by storms and guns and wants and greed’s. I approached the tree in the darkness and it reminded me of where I had come from. It moved me, it beckoned to me like the harlots of my youth. Like the sirens of my days filled with misfortune. Yet this tree this ghostly image at the end of this alley of life was of a different time, a time immemorible.
I longed to know what it held for me, I longed to peer into the heart of that tree. This life I had lived had been so void of anything of it’s nature I had to have it, I had to see what it held for me. Like destiny at my door steep here was the shadow of my future. Was it the end of the beginning? It is my doubt that makes my feet stutter, it is my longing for everything to be right that allows my heart to flutter. Where can I go from here when all I want is to see the other side. When all I want is in, into the heart that holds my attention.
Some tell me it is this pain, pain of all that is hopped for and not yet grasped that we live for. What else have we but hope, love and faith that things will end up real. The reality I wander into is the wondering of the masses, opium some say. But I wonder how they were hurt by this tree that I gaze upon, because their hearts have been so damaged by their own thoughts of love. Still I am beckoned and I can not see past the mist of this age. I can not see past my youth and the wants of my heart.
I wonder why the pain runs deep, how the pain was applied to me so strongly that I hide it from all who look. I conceal the hope so well, I forget it there. So here is my try, here is my release into the minds of all who read. My heart covets the life I want to live, and yet I hold it back, what have you to say, to me the heart of hope. I uncover this hiding for you and I say I will hope, I will long for all that is real and true and it will only be death that can keep me from attaining it here.
And break does the light into this picture, the heart of the matter revealed, it is my own darkness that shadows my feet from their path and now I see. See that this tree that stands in front of me is nothing but allegory-… and metaphor for all that is our hearts that wish to explore. I remember the youth of adventure, the muse of my soul, the beauty of fare ladies and the desire that lays in me like a mole. Will I forget them I think not, I will restore them and place them in their rightful spot.
You see the light it is clear, it rains down from heaven and like love makes my heart smear, from east to west and north to south, like the branches that hang from this gallant tree, and the honey that swarms them the springly bees. Next to the branches I look for luck, and see the feet of wild birds to freely struck, in orbit around this tree so full of life, it lends to passions the man’s soul filled with strife, yet let lose the longings so fare that all in the woman’s heart subdue with nothing but feminine care. I lift my glass to you, birds and bees, it is this that my soul lose me in the trees.
So I wonder around this tree of life, so once I thought, I drag my fingers across its bark. I think and think and think and still no words come to mind, on how to describe this paradox of hope that love will be found amongst the trees, that one would stand out amid the rest. So I stare into wilderness and hope again, for love to find me, or me find it. Perhaps I merely look harder and my soul will find it’s fit.
Political Ranting
This was a response to a friends writing...
As am I, enraged. Long have the depths of the controversial constrained the heels of men and woman in the political process that seems to direct hearts to the categorization that is the polarization of our homeland. A few times in history we have come to this place, and every situation was to be a breaking and turning point for our nation. I pray to God that the arms of men, brothers and sisters do not lash out at one another, but the words of daughters and fathers, mothers and sons seem to leak from the very foundations of the laws of our land and this is our pain. That we must rise against the will of those we love. Not in rebellion but in compassion. I fear, I fear for that which as yet to be seen, the break down of this country by the politics we all say we hate, and yet we vote for it to continue.
I too walk a cold path with my hands in my pockets wondering. Wandering the paths I see before me trying to find the root cause. I can not look back, I have done too much looking back. I will move forward and I just wish that some would walk with me. Not to agree, but to explore, explore how the ideals and dreams and visions of a few men a few hundred years ago translate into relevancy upon our 21st century heart. Just as those men peered from a seat of unknowing, far greater than our own, it was the want for something better that drove them to uphold and fight for all that they held dear.
Some may think that means we must rise up in anger, rise up in rebellion against the powers that be. But I say no. I peer into the years before us and I see the foundations laid by men and women’s blood so that we would not have to fight to be better. Don’t you see they fought so we wouldn’t have to! They laid down lives so that we could live them in perpetual change, that is our country, one of melting on of movement it is dynamic. Why must we hold to that which seems dear when it destroys the dreams of the ones who will come after. All I see is smog my friends. All I see is green.
The dead presidents sneer at us from the corruption that rises from our hearts! Take responsibility for your actions. You voted them their, take them down from there! We believe them, fess up, we nodded our heads in agreement. We got stung and you say, oh those damn bastards in DC. I’m not saying that, I’m hanging my head. They represent me. They represent my ink on some paper. They represent my land, my house, my heart my dreams. What will we do? I may not be there, but my voice will be there. No tea parties for me, they live on my dollar, they work on my time.
hope you get it, i dunno if i do. Any quetions just ask.
-Mike
As am I, enraged. Long have the depths of the controversial constrained the heels of men and woman in the political process that seems to direct hearts to the categorization that is the polarization of our homeland. A few times in history we have come to this place, and every situation was to be a breaking and turning point for our nation. I pray to God that the arms of men, brothers and sisters do not lash out at one another, but the words of daughters and fathers, mothers and sons seem to leak from the very foundations of the laws of our land and this is our pain. That we must rise against the will of those we love. Not in rebellion but in compassion. I fear, I fear for that which as yet to be seen, the break down of this country by the politics we all say we hate, and yet we vote for it to continue.
I too walk a cold path with my hands in my pockets wondering. Wandering the paths I see before me trying to find the root cause. I can not look back, I have done too much looking back. I will move forward and I just wish that some would walk with me. Not to agree, but to explore, explore how the ideals and dreams and visions of a few men a few hundred years ago translate into relevancy upon our 21st century heart. Just as those men peered from a seat of unknowing, far greater than our own, it was the want for something better that drove them to uphold and fight for all that they held dear.
Some may think that means we must rise up in anger, rise up in rebellion against the powers that be. But I say no. I peer into the years before us and I see the foundations laid by men and women’s blood so that we would not have to fight to be better. Don’t you see they fought so we wouldn’t have to! They laid down lives so that we could live them in perpetual change, that is our country, one of melting on of movement it is dynamic. Why must we hold to that which seems dear when it destroys the dreams of the ones who will come after. All I see is smog my friends. All I see is green.
The dead presidents sneer at us from the corruption that rises from our hearts! Take responsibility for your actions. You voted them their, take them down from there! We believe them, fess up, we nodded our heads in agreement. We got stung and you say, oh those damn bastards in DC. I’m not saying that, I’m hanging my head. They represent me. They represent my ink on some paper. They represent my land, my house, my heart my dreams. What will we do? I may not be there, but my voice will be there. No tea parties for me, they live on my dollar, they work on my time.
hope you get it, i dunno if i do. Any quetions just ask.
-Mike
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Fade in...
So I am back, and once again the gray skies and drizzle of the midlands of England remind me of eternal wetness that is Birmingham haha. My room... is still a mess. Upon leaving for my month break I was forced to pack my dorm room up in a box and a duffel bag and now it still sits in that state, besides the stuff I ripped out of the duffel bag to get to my bed things so I could sleep. My closet is wide open and is about a 1/4 filled with clothes my failed attempt to get stuff put away. I am slightly procrastinating finishing and will most likely do it this weekend.
I slept in today and it was nice, a couple of odd dreams of friends and the like but sleeping is going well just like EATING!!! this was my food in take yesterday...
Breakfast: Bacon, eggs, Shredded wheat with milk
Lunch: A bunch of fries and fish big piece of cod
Dinner: Curry and bread, with green beans, and more fries, with an apple
Dinner II (At bible study) : Big plate of pasta with a really good meaty sauce, a cup of tea and another drink
Desert: Digestive cookies... like 5-8 of them haha
ya that was yesterday and thats the most so far, but that minus the second dinner has been everyday this week, crazy huh! I can't stop stuffing myself, after my being on foot for 30 days straight, I toned up a lot, so I have zero fat on my body it's all rippling muscle haha. No lie.
I've been reading like a maniac, highlighting up this Political Science book, good ideas, alittle spooky, about Europe dominating the 21st century, the author seems little disillusioned by his own ideas, but the fact is he's not to far from the truth. Europe is the new sleeping giant that no body is paying any attention to. 150 million more people than the US, a stronger networked economy and more and more countries wanting to join, with each addition they may get weakened in the short term, but end up galvanizing the European network in the long run. Might be worried about China now, but their economy is smaller than Italy! And europe joined is already dominating under the shadow and cover of the US headlines.
Even though right now I am frustrated with the low value of the dollar I guess it is working, our economy is picking up with our exports being cheaper to the world, but we keep spending and borrowing around the world over, so even though we are rising we are hollowing our insides out. None of that is from the book haha, just my observations. But it is irrelevant to most americans, as only 8% of americans have passports, which means only that many leave the country or have left the country in the past. So low value dollar abroad doesn't really mean much to them, but to me when I am in the country with the highest value monetary currency against the dollar it sucks hard core!!!
Thats my rant! Good luck to all you Americans who are reading this, I know presidential stuff is cropping it's head more and more in the news and such, stay strong remember no matter who they are right or left they are full of it. Ohhh man, and I studying political science! God Help Me!
Love you all very much, keep up the commenting and e-mailing me your thoughts.
-Mike
I slept in today and it was nice, a couple of odd dreams of friends and the like but sleeping is going well just like EATING!!! this was my food in take yesterday...
Breakfast: Bacon, eggs, Shredded wheat with milk
Lunch: A bunch of fries and fish big piece of cod
Dinner: Curry and bread, with green beans, and more fries, with an apple
Dinner II (At bible study) : Big plate of pasta with a really good meaty sauce, a cup of tea and another drink
Desert: Digestive cookies... like 5-8 of them haha
ya that was yesterday and thats the most so far, but that minus the second dinner has been everyday this week, crazy huh! I can't stop stuffing myself, after my being on foot for 30 days straight, I toned up a lot, so I have zero fat on my body it's all rippling muscle haha. No lie.
I've been reading like a maniac, highlighting up this Political Science book, good ideas, alittle spooky, about Europe dominating the 21st century, the author seems little disillusioned by his own ideas, but the fact is he's not to far from the truth. Europe is the new sleeping giant that no body is paying any attention to. 150 million more people than the US, a stronger networked economy and more and more countries wanting to join, with each addition they may get weakened in the short term, but end up galvanizing the European network in the long run. Might be worried about China now, but their economy is smaller than Italy! And europe joined is already dominating under the shadow and cover of the US headlines.
Even though right now I am frustrated with the low value of the dollar I guess it is working, our economy is picking up with our exports being cheaper to the world, but we keep spending and borrowing around the world over, so even though we are rising we are hollowing our insides out. None of that is from the book haha, just my observations. But it is irrelevant to most americans, as only 8% of americans have passports, which means only that many leave the country or have left the country in the past. So low value dollar abroad doesn't really mean much to them, but to me when I am in the country with the highest value monetary currency against the dollar it sucks hard core!!!
Thats my rant! Good luck to all you Americans who are reading this, I know presidential stuff is cropping it's head more and more in the news and such, stay strong remember no matter who they are right or left they are full of it. Ohhh man, and I studying political science! God Help Me!
Love you all very much, keep up the commenting and e-mailing me your thoughts.
-Mike
Monday, January 15, 2007
...into the sunset.
Journal Entry Jan 14th 2007...
As my great adventure comes to a near end, in my minds eye I wonder the fields of my youth, in all it's drama, in all it's worry and confusion. I sit in reverent silence seeing the spooked pheasant clammer their worried wings into the air, the setting sun over my shoulders casting the golden hue upon their white breasts and reflecting the true hope of every mans heart.
The farm land of the English countryside speeds by as if to give a glimpse of perfection, knowing that to linger and ponder it's existence would betray and reveal the reality of the farmers life of toil, and the curse that it truly is.
I can not help but recall a certain Spanish rider when my eye catches sight of the modern spinning wind-mills in the distance, which produce the electrified fortune so many hope to grasp. Thus I am reminded of yet another man of lore. When everything he touched turned to gold. And yet he realized that the things of life and of flesh although may be fleeting, they are worth the risk and pain that may come with failure. Although the gold may bring us security in mind, our hearts will never be content and know this that hearts move minds, but the mind will never budge the stubborn heart. So is it with the Love I carry, though I long at security, I will always live for love.
Yet it seems my heart is as hard as I have ever noticed it. Only longing for One and longing for His return. Tiss when I realize, in this instant, that my heart is as David, that though through calamity and failure, adventure and confusion my being, my inner-man as Paul calls it, will and can only arrive and rise to one conclusion by my instinct and faith... WORSHIP, worship the Lord almighty, Holy HOly, HOLY, the Lord God Almighty, WHO WAS, WHO IS, WHO SHALL EVER BE. And that is what I sung, that is what I sung loud and clear in the streets and back alleys of Florence ITALY, realizing... realizing my youth and the adventure that it is.
END of journal Entry.
love you all. God's Got ya! He's Got me, go for Jesus, and I'll see you under the tree!
-Mike
As my great adventure comes to a near end, in my minds eye I wonder the fields of my youth, in all it's drama, in all it's worry and confusion. I sit in reverent silence seeing the spooked pheasant clammer their worried wings into the air, the setting sun over my shoulders casting the golden hue upon their white breasts and reflecting the true hope of every mans heart.
The farm land of the English countryside speeds by as if to give a glimpse of perfection, knowing that to linger and ponder it's existence would betray and reveal the reality of the farmers life of toil, and the curse that it truly is.
I can not help but recall a certain Spanish rider when my eye catches sight of the modern spinning wind-mills in the distance, which produce the electrified fortune so many hope to grasp. Thus I am reminded of yet another man of lore. When everything he touched turned to gold. And yet he realized that the things of life and of flesh although may be fleeting, they are worth the risk and pain that may come with failure. Although the gold may bring us security in mind, our hearts will never be content and know this that hearts move minds, but the mind will never budge the stubborn heart. So is it with the Love I carry, though I long at security, I will always live for love.
Yet it seems my heart is as hard as I have ever noticed it. Only longing for One and longing for His return. Tiss when I realize, in this instant, that my heart is as David, that though through calamity and failure, adventure and confusion my being, my inner-man as Paul calls it, will and can only arrive and rise to one conclusion by my instinct and faith... WORSHIP, worship the Lord almighty, Holy HOly, HOLY, the Lord God Almighty, WHO WAS, WHO IS, WHO SHALL EVER BE. And that is what I sung, that is what I sung loud and clear in the streets and back alleys of Florence ITALY, realizing... realizing my youth and the adventure that it is.
END of journal Entry.
love you all. God's Got ya! He's Got me, go for Jesus, and I'll see you under the tree!
-Mike
Monday, December 18, 2006
Dublin
So got to Dublin after pulling an all nighter to finish a paper, I had 2 hours of sleep. I packed my room and my bag and got to Dublin at like 12pm on fri. We went out that day for awhile saw a bunch of stuff. The next day I woke up and we went to; St. Stephen's Green, merrion park, st. Patricks, Christ Church. The choir at Christ church rocked.
Last night we cooked a meal the 5 of us, and it cost us 2.50 per person to cook in the kitchen, bunch of pasta and sauce and stuff. OHHHH fantasico!
Today we went to national gallery, Guiness brew house.
Not much else tomorrow I get a day by myself, to sleep in.
Not much to write now, so i'll talk to you later.
-mike
Last night we cooked a meal the 5 of us, and it cost us 2.50 per person to cook in the kitchen, bunch of pasta and sauce and stuff. OHHHH fantasico!
Today we went to national gallery, Guiness brew house.
Not much else tomorrow I get a day by myself, to sleep in.
Not much to write now, so i'll talk to you later.
-mike
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The journey
Wow, how amazing is life?
I can't help but miss everything back home, it isn't that I am homesick, I just miss the things I know. I realize I have changed, in huge and major ways. I know there are things in me that still need to be rooted out, and things that need to be matured. There is a lot of life baggage that I have that I find really hard to let go of. I can't imagine it will be any easier when I am older, so I want to do as much maturing and changing now, even if I think it hurts a bit. I see the future, I am not saying I know what it is, but I can see something on the horizon, and it seems so far away, I don't want to let go of what is right behind me. But if I am to get to that place, then I must let go. It isn't about turning your back on things, it isn't about forgetting or even healing, all those things will happen with God and time. It is about letting go. Thats it. I don't know how to let go.
I dunno if anyone can relate. I feel like a little kid complaining. But there are somethings I just don't want to get over, I don't want to put to rest. I just want it to go away. Nothing is ruining my trip here, nothing could. But as I am learning, from the ages of like 15- (i hear) till 27, is the toughest time. I gotta say the past three years of my life have been crazy, ups and downs, to be honest way more ups than downs, but the downs are just so emotional, so life changing and real, long lasting and life or death.
I have realized so much about myself here, so much! I've realized it's not a bad thing to get a compliment, weird huh? I don't really get them much, so the people here who have told me about what they see in me, has blown me away. I am surprised so much, the strength of God is seen by people, all we've got to do is live it. I've also once again seen that my writings can have an impact on people. Not many in recent years have noticed my writings, a few have said "Oh thats nice", or "Wow, that's deep." But a few here have come to embrace it and urge me to do more, urge me to grow in it, and to keep writing, not because it is deep, but because it has spoken to them. One said "You have so much to say and you say it so well." I was so blown away. I couldn't look her in the eye when she said that to me.
I dunno what to say, I have a lot hitting me right now,God, relationship, School, Travel, none of these things are bad, but all seem so heavy, so i walk with weight, but Jesus has told us that He wishes to be our rock, the one who carries the heaviness with us. Will I let him? I try some days, I don't others. Today I didn't let him, I just tried to carry it, I did it, but it was horrible. I hurt, I cried, I prayed and I was stubborn. Tomorrow? I don't know what I will do tomorrow. I can only wake up and give it a try. Jesus said, "I come to give life, and life more abundantly." I want to live! I want to hop and skip every step, I want on my pogo stick and I want to smile and laugh all the way home. So I will, I am an alien to this place. My strength is not my own. So there is my BLOG for the day, time to finish editing my paper, it is 132am haha, life of a college student! WOOOOOOO.
I love all of you, e-mail me or comment on my blog look at my pictures do all sorts of things for me today! haha, laugh... look in the mirror and flex, even if you have no muscles, it always makes me laugh when i do that haha! ohh sad... haha! Do a little dance even if you don't feel like it, it really will liven up your heart, and smile, force you lips to smile and move your eyebrows around to fit the smile and do weird fish faces. That is the best! Any way, so much, so little, the cat and the fiddle. Bet you didn't see that coming!
-Mike
I can't help but miss everything back home, it isn't that I am homesick, I just miss the things I know. I realize I have changed, in huge and major ways. I know there are things in me that still need to be rooted out, and things that need to be matured. There is a lot of life baggage that I have that I find really hard to let go of. I can't imagine it will be any easier when I am older, so I want to do as much maturing and changing now, even if I think it hurts a bit. I see the future, I am not saying I know what it is, but I can see something on the horizon, and it seems so far away, I don't want to let go of what is right behind me. But if I am to get to that place, then I must let go. It isn't about turning your back on things, it isn't about forgetting or even healing, all those things will happen with God and time. It is about letting go. Thats it. I don't know how to let go.
I dunno if anyone can relate. I feel like a little kid complaining. But there are somethings I just don't want to get over, I don't want to put to rest. I just want it to go away. Nothing is ruining my trip here, nothing could. But as I am learning, from the ages of like 15- (i hear) till 27, is the toughest time. I gotta say the past three years of my life have been crazy, ups and downs, to be honest way more ups than downs, but the downs are just so emotional, so life changing and real, long lasting and life or death.
I have realized so much about myself here, so much! I've realized it's not a bad thing to get a compliment, weird huh? I don't really get them much, so the people here who have told me about what they see in me, has blown me away. I am surprised so much, the strength of God is seen by people, all we've got to do is live it. I've also once again seen that my writings can have an impact on people. Not many in recent years have noticed my writings, a few have said "Oh thats nice", or "Wow, that's deep." But a few here have come to embrace it and urge me to do more, urge me to grow in it, and to keep writing, not because it is deep, but because it has spoken to them. One said "You have so much to say and you say it so well." I was so blown away. I couldn't look her in the eye when she said that to me.
I dunno what to say, I have a lot hitting me right now,God, relationship, School, Travel, none of these things are bad, but all seem so heavy, so i walk with weight, but Jesus has told us that He wishes to be our rock, the one who carries the heaviness with us. Will I let him? I try some days, I don't others. Today I didn't let him, I just tried to carry it, I did it, but it was horrible. I hurt, I cried, I prayed and I was stubborn. Tomorrow? I don't know what I will do tomorrow. I can only wake up and give it a try. Jesus said, "I come to give life, and life more abundantly." I want to live! I want to hop and skip every step, I want on my pogo stick and I want to smile and laugh all the way home. So I will, I am an alien to this place. My strength is not my own. So there is my BLOG for the day, time to finish editing my paper, it is 132am haha, life of a college student! WOOOOOOO.
I love all of you, e-mail me or comment on my blog look at my pictures do all sorts of things for me today! haha, laugh... look in the mirror and flex, even if you have no muscles, it always makes me laugh when i do that haha! ohh sad... haha! Do a little dance even if you don't feel like it, it really will liven up your heart, and smile, force you lips to smile and move your eyebrows around to fit the smile and do weird fish faces. That is the best! Any way, so much, so little, the cat and the fiddle. Bet you didn't see that coming!
-Mike
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