How majestic His whispers.

It's funny how miscommunication can be so hurtful. "Love hurts," they say. Well, they never tell you how that's exactly going to play out. Things are said... they're a little painful, you're usually humbled, lots of explaining is done and you end up realizing there was a shorter way around things than the tedious way you took initially. It just took different words and methods you hadn't thought of yet. And in this case, it takes being more clever the second time around.

At least there's grace and forgiveness.

I have confidence in sunshine...

First off, Christine, thank you ever so much for your thoughts about the election [and boys]. I'm feeling similar, though I'm still probably voting like my parents. Sometimes the winds of change don't blow as quickly as you think they will... but enough breezes and things change.


For someone who has had major confidence issues in the past, I find it rather comical that the topic I'm speaking on tomorrow is confidence is Christ. I am simply way too insecure in regards to what comes out of my mouth. It's outrageous how incensed I get beforehand, which is the devil's way of getting to my head. He lies, he screams, he insults. And I listen sometimes. So dumb.

"For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet was without sin. Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need." [Heb 4.15-16]

Josh is on his way to Fresno tomorrow. I'm so ready to see that guy. Long distance is wearing on me...
I'm looking forward to redbox nights, ice cream eat-a-thons, night walks, trips to Target, good talks and many laughs. Oh, how I love him.

Jack Handey

If you're an ant, and you're walking across the top of a cup of pudding, you probably have no idea that the only thing between you and disaster is the strength of that pudding skin.

These bring me back to the good ol' days of Shakespeare and Greek mythology. But you wouldn't have guessed that, would you?

We're one, but we're not the same.

"We cannot deny for others what we demand for ourselves."

Almost always, I can summarize what I'm thinking or have been thinking into a few short sentences that someone else puts together for me. When it comes to justice and fairness in our economic system, the sentence above does just that. It's taken from Michka Assayass' interview with Bono.

I'm no economist. All the numbers and charts scare me. But it's been basically proven that America's worse off now than at any other point economically in history. Much worse than before the Great Depression of the thirties. This is bad, folks.
I'm not worried, though. "Well of course you're not. You haven't got stock invested, aren't making mortgage paymets, and you don't have a family to care for, plus you're just naive because your not feeling it right now," you might be saying. Yes, you're right. However, I'm realizing more and more the implications this turn of events might have on my kids someday. And my grandkids. That's a little unnerving, right? Someone else's bad choices affecting them...years down the road, yeah that's a little scary.
But I got to thinking, this is man's kingdom. I don't even belong to this kingdom. This one is inward-focused, looking to "me".
The one I belong to is His. His Kingdom has never been lacking, or been in need. It's outward-focused and looks to serve "them".
It's about love. Loving and accepting. Accepting and speaking truth. Speaking truth and loving.
Lord, teach me how to love like You.

This is nothing new.

But I figure, if He takes care of the sparrows, He'll take care of us. Don't worry everyone. Things will be okay.


I feel like I can't say anything serious when I have a sleeping cat drooling on my shoulder.

I enjoy my Mondays.

I've found that reading Brian McLaren while eating an apple and listening to the right amount of instrumental folksy blues in a coffee shop is the perfect combination for a Monday. The literature and music are the perfect mixture of new ideas and traditional comfort, so I feel very "medium" right now. The apple is just an apple, though.

Also, my keyboard is lagging and it just took me four whole minutes to write the previous sentence. And another minute for this one.