Every morning I commit that day to Jesus and hope that I show my love for him through action and thought. I get ahead of myself sometimes thinking and wishing about days ahead but the moment is here and now. Don't take hold with an emotional high, sit back and take some breaths thanking Jesus for the love and courage he has placed in us all. There is so much in the world I'll never be able to change or understand but at least I can take this moment to tell a friend hello and that I love him.
Quick thought -
Braves are 1 game below .500... sports aren't nearly as important as people make them out to be but if Jesus played ball he'd play for the Braves
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
torn and dying loving and flowing
Falling down like rain
my knees embrace asphalt
bleeding from the inside
my hands start to shake
am I sleeping or dreaming
is this happening
all I am is tears
flowing past her lips
once forgotten and lost
now standing and staring
emotion dying and starving
truth blossoms in her voice
I am so afraid
her touch
her hand
is this right or wrong
wisdom is near and far
it mixes with the past
and fades into skin
she is beauty
she is the wind
the fence has fallen
and my heart is fleeing
which direction
I do not know
but I long for color
lying within her eyes
my knees embrace asphalt
bleeding from the inside
my hands start to shake
am I sleeping or dreaming
is this happening
all I am is tears
flowing past her lips
once forgotten and lost
now standing and staring
emotion dying and starving
truth blossoms in her voice
I am so afraid
her touch
her hand
is this right or wrong
wisdom is near and far
it mixes with the past
and fades into skin
she is beauty
she is the wind
the fence has fallen
and my heart is fleeing
which direction
I do not know
but I long for color
lying within her eyes
A lot is on my plate these days so you'll be hearing from me quite a bit more on staymysoul (chances are nobody reads this but I like to pretend I have a couple hundred readers). I have never been direct about myself or what's going on in my life on a blog. Generally I tell a story, share a thought dealing with society, or flow with a poem; I'm never open about me that instant. Taking a step away from that philosophy I want to discuss a couple of things that are going on in my story.
It has taken me three years to decide on what I want to major in at school and where I wanted my studies to go. I was determined to never to be one of those students who switched back and forth between majors before going the way of General Studies (also known as Psychology). Over the lunch the other afternoon someone told me about their major that they graduated with and absolutely loved, anytime you hear someone say they love their major you should check it out. She graduated from Georgia State with a degree in Speech and Communications, she also said to checkout a concentration in Public and Political speaking. Following her advice I jumped on the website and read through the description and job opportunities and it really clicked with what I want to do with my life. I'm pleased to say this is the degree I am going to pursue over the next two years (hopefully two years... God help me).
I have been through quite a bit over the years trying to decide where I want my life to go. The hesitancy and unsteady footing allowed me to procrastinate in my studies that in my mind had no purpose. This was an unbelievably immature outlook on my education but I have no excuses or explanation, I had to go through it to learn. Now here I am wanting to make a difference and pursue a life of meaning. My gifts lean more toward writing and speaking and I have always had the urge to speak in front of others about love and relevant issues in our society. Looking to new found heroes and fresh ideas I have found there are many outlets available to me as long as I put myself out there and go for it. I'm very excited to share and have an impact on others.
It has taken me three years to decide on what I want to major in at school and where I wanted my studies to go. I was determined to never to be one of those students who switched back and forth between majors before going the way of General Studies (also known as Psychology). Over the lunch the other afternoon someone told me about their major that they graduated with and absolutely loved, anytime you hear someone say they love their major you should check it out. She graduated from Georgia State with a degree in Speech and Communications, she also said to checkout a concentration in Public and Political speaking. Following her advice I jumped on the website and read through the description and job opportunities and it really clicked with what I want to do with my life. I'm pleased to say this is the degree I am going to pursue over the next two years (hopefully two years... God help me).
I have been through quite a bit over the years trying to decide where I want my life to go. The hesitancy and unsteady footing allowed me to procrastinate in my studies that in my mind had no purpose. This was an unbelievably immature outlook on my education but I have no excuses or explanation, I had to go through it to learn. Now here I am wanting to make a difference and pursue a life of meaning. My gifts lean more toward writing and speaking and I have always had the urge to speak in front of others about love and relevant issues in our society. Looking to new found heroes and fresh ideas I have found there are many outlets available to me as long as I put myself out there and go for it. I'm very excited to share and have an impact on others.
15% is translated into 8.6% on Sundays... its in the Bible right after no patience is allowed when dealing with the hostess with the nose ring
They will know we are christians by our love, by our love, yes they will know we are christians by our love.
~ Jason Upton
Every morning I wake up my boxer briefs are in need of rearranging and my breath is begging for mouth wash. My hair is generally in some sort of turmoil and my eyes are heavy with the weight of gravity and thought. I'm not a stubborn sleeper, so when I'm up, I'm up. A bowl of cereal followed by a run or workout (please note that workout could consist of dancing with my iPod or lifting weights... it depends on how the mood is striking me) ending in a hot shower and optional shave. I try to take a timeout for quiet time and prayer but I haven't been able to put an exact time on that moment, so it could happen morning, afternoon, or night.
I'm sure you can find some similarities in your morning routine. People are set in their ways when it comes to waking up and gaining momentum for the day, deviating from the plan could mean emotional breakdown or world destruction. We all measure our steps from the bed to the automobile that will deliver us into the outside world. Consistency is key to a smooth beginning and I'm betting you could tell me whether a day was going to be good or bad based on the beginning. In those minutes shaving scruffy faces, straightening hair, trimming noise hairs, whatever, everyone for the rest of our day is being effected by our movements and emotions. If you stub your toe on the bathroom sink it could mean absolute hell for the bagel guy down the street. God forbid the blow drier doesn't work because your waiter at lunch and dinner will have to provide their own 15% if they're a little late with the drinks.
This seems appropriate for Sunday morning, where in some house holds around the world there is absolute pandemonium. Seriously, getting the wife and kids ready, fed, and into the mini van turns some fathers into Jean Claude Van Dam ready for Blood Sport 2. On a day made for rest and relaxation christians, the ones who celebrate Sunday as the day of rest, are some of the most disgusting humans in society. I bet if you took a christian couple aside and asked them the nastiest things they've ever said to each a large portion of those would have occurred on a Sunday morning. And I'm not even going to mention the poor waiters and waitresses serving the fine people who are the light of the world...
Love is how they will know we are christians... no matter the beginning or the ending of our day.
~ Jason Upton
Every morning I wake up my boxer briefs are in need of rearranging and my breath is begging for mouth wash. My hair is generally in some sort of turmoil and my eyes are heavy with the weight of gravity and thought. I'm not a stubborn sleeper, so when I'm up, I'm up. A bowl of cereal followed by a run or workout (please note that workout could consist of dancing with my iPod or lifting weights... it depends on how the mood is striking me) ending in a hot shower and optional shave. I try to take a timeout for quiet time and prayer but I haven't been able to put an exact time on that moment, so it could happen morning, afternoon, or night.
I'm sure you can find some similarities in your morning routine. People are set in their ways when it comes to waking up and gaining momentum for the day, deviating from the plan could mean emotional breakdown or world destruction. We all measure our steps from the bed to the automobile that will deliver us into the outside world. Consistency is key to a smooth beginning and I'm betting you could tell me whether a day was going to be good or bad based on the beginning. In those minutes shaving scruffy faces, straightening hair, trimming noise hairs, whatever, everyone for the rest of our day is being effected by our movements and emotions. If you stub your toe on the bathroom sink it could mean absolute hell for the bagel guy down the street. God forbid the blow drier doesn't work because your waiter at lunch and dinner will have to provide their own 15% if they're a little late with the drinks.
This seems appropriate for Sunday morning, where in some house holds around the world there is absolute pandemonium. Seriously, getting the wife and kids ready, fed, and into the mini van turns some fathers into Jean Claude Van Dam ready for Blood Sport 2. On a day made for rest and relaxation christians, the ones who celebrate Sunday as the day of rest, are some of the most disgusting humans in society. I bet if you took a christian couple aside and asked them the nastiest things they've ever said to each a large portion of those would have occurred on a Sunday morning. And I'm not even going to mention the poor waiters and waitresses serving the fine people who are the light of the world...
Love is how they will know we are christians... no matter the beginning or the ending of our day.
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