Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Devotional

Wandering calmly in God's Grace,
all the fear now gone,
life's become a centered place,
until he calls me home.
Through prayer I have found my reason,
on my knees I find hope,
now I cherish every season,
in rough waters, his love, my rope.
Reborn resplendently anew
my eyes wide in wonder.
my heart lifted into the light,
the darkness now nearly asunder.
The dawn, it is a joyous gift,
the dusk, a blanket, so warm.
Life a spark, so intense,
my soul an endless form.
Thank you is not nearly enough,
in gratitude for my soul,
for life is a gracious blessing,
and in death you make me whole.

To my Mission brothers and sisters.

I can feel the pulse of Heaven
whenever you are near.
A slow, calm beat in rhythm with my heart.
Feet floating slightly off the ground
as upon the very breath of God.
Your words soothing and true, effortless and joyful.
Your eyes give away your love,
all darkness removed,
I can see within them, an embrace, strong and honest.
Time doesn't exist to you,
but eternity holds your heart,
and clings like a child to it's mother, unknowing of anything else.
The gift you have given me
can hold no bow,
nor be confined in a box.
It flourishes in my soul
like a jungle flower,
stretching desperately towards the light.
You are part of that light,
because of you, I have grown and become stronger.
Because of you, I am beautiful.
Warning: Holy Spirit may be closer than it appears!!!
Side effects might include: kneeling, praying, weeping, raising of arms, loving, healing, embracing, shouting, singing, sharing, rejoicing, laughing, and repeated use of the word Amen. If you should come into contact with the Holy Spirit, climb the nearest mountain and shout it out.
As soon as I was off on my mission trip to Guatemala, the extreme pain I have had in my neck for a year, miraculously disappeared. Apparently being filled with the Holy Spirit has healing properties as well as an overwhelming feeling of joy. Who knew? Oh yeah, Jesus.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Roger Miller is antiquated.


Roger Miller let it be known that you simply can not change film with a kid on your back. Due to magnificent advances in digital technology, this is no longer a problem......unless you have to change your flash card.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Redheads would make horrible slaves













Redheads would have made terrible slaves. How long could one of my people have possibly lasted in a southern cotten field or desert in Egypt? One or two hours at the most before the sunburn and dehydration brought us to our knees. Then comes the whip, on top of the sunburn when you don't have the ability to move your limbs due to said sunburn. After one day I would look like a lepper dressed up like a shedding snake dipped in blood. I recently talked to a doctor about an article I had read saying that redheads feel pain 30% more than other skin tones. He said he had heard the same thing, right before he shoved a very long epidural needle into my spine without any form of anesthetic. 30% more is a lot people, and I doubt it swings the other way where we feel 30% more pleasure than most. I have yet to even bring on the temperment of my kind, we are know for our quick fuses. The lengths of our lives would have been drastically reduced by the speed of our mouths. We have enough trouble working when you pay us well, and place us in an air conditoined office with a nice view.








Monday, April 19, 2010

Feel free to cry over spilt sand.






Trail of Sand, underwater,
spilling down gray rocks
into a deep pool
of cold, blue river water.
Gentle, green moss
catching grains of Earth
for a brief moment,
before letting go
and waving the swirl
of a slow eddy.