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| Puzzle Fighter. At the sight of that sparkling diamond in the queue, you gain composure again. No matter how many blocks have piled up, HOPE emerges. It's almost surreal because it's EXACTLY what you needed. Things have been rough because random weight keeps getting dumped on you unexpectedly. The only warning you get is the sound of your opponent snickering. You look over and the grass is greener on the other side... but... you look up...
and after one simple step, the power of the diamond is at the tip of your finger.
A simple calculation is done... then... POW, BOOM, SHA-BLAM!
all gone.
I win.
God sent me a financial diamond this week. debt? all gone. Team Jesus wins.
But I'm praying for a couple more of those diamonds.
One to land on future education loans
And the other to land on the difficulty of processing Joe's green card.
Papa, let's win!! | | |
| 'tis the season of graduations and transitions, closure and fresh beginnings.
season of change is in full bloom.
some people are afraid of change. perhaps because they are too comfortable. or maybe they simply fear the million different outcomes pressing in on their calculations.
some people crave change. perhaps because they are tired of being comfortable. or maybe they simply fear the million different opportunities potentially passing them by.
where do i stand? well, it wasn't too long ago that I was afraid of change. now the tides have turned, and i find myself longing to be swept off my feet by some sensational life event - not caring where it takes me, so as long as it takes me somewhere.
with a wishful heart, i lift my eyes to the stars... and i hear a patient, gentle, and loving voice whisper to me:
faithful. be faithful. | | |
| It feels like it has been years since my last post... alas, mere months have passed since my last note. Now I don't know even know why I put Shakespeare on my last post. I don't even know what it's saying. Seems like I only managed to make myself feel more uneducated by posting that.
I don't have much time so, I'll only share a few words to vaguely allude to my current life:
butterfly
solid heart
rest
promises & dreams
I'll try to post more often. | | |
| In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleas'd to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone.
Nor taste nor smell desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain –William Shakespeare | | |
| My plan was to sleep early in hopes of re-establishing a normal sleep cycle, all for the glory of my grades. I mean... my God. I can almost hear the grade percentages dropping with every tic-toc of the clock. So at 3:32am I'm meditating on and writing the sermon for this Sunday... but how I preach in my mind is VASTLY different than how I actually execute it. I think I have a secret wish to be a ghetto preacher who uses slang and blunt sarcasm, claps, jumps, and shouts "hallelujah!!"... but without the sweating. I just might test it out this weekend. I think Pastor Sam will understand. Afterall, I am still a pastor in training. I'm expanding my horizons, spreading my wings, climbing higher heights... in other words... testing P. Sam's threshold of annoyance. muah haa haa haa haa [evil laughter as flames burst up behind me] I think I write MUCH better than I speak. Then again, I am horrible at spelling. I wouldn't survive graduate school without those annoying red squiggly lines that team up with the green ones to mock me during class and when I'm frantically writing papers on the New Testament. "It's a Greek word for crying out loud!! And yes, I know how to spell my name!! #$&@^!!!" A mixed bag of blessings and curses, that Microsoft Word. Anyway. This took me 7minutes to write (while checking my facebook wall and responding to fellow insomniacs). Here goes my second attempt at sleeping. Darn it, my shoulder hurts. *note to self: if I win the lottery, hire a personal masseuse* Goodnight, world. | | |
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