Sunday, December 23, 2007

Late Night Wanderings....or....In the Still of the Night I Find You

It was one o' clock in the morning. In my hand was a steaming cup of Supreme Cinnamon Nutmeg Hot Chocolate (that is 7 Eleven's "Supreme" Hot Chocolate with cinnamon and nutmeg added in). I was walking to avoid coming back to my mom's apartment for my brothers were watching "adult" shows and I wanted no part. I felt kind of cold, for indeed, it was cold outside. I made the trip to the 7 Eleven and with spoils in hand, I walked on. I headed to this small church that was just within walking distance of the apartments. My plan was to go there in the morning, but I did not know my brothers would be up until 4:00 am watching t.v. So I didn't get to go to church yet again, but the experience I had was simply amazing.

It's funny how you find walking alone in the still of the night that you can come close to the Lord. I've had problems being with my family, for they, no matter how much I plead with them, refuse to look towards God. I thought I was supposed to be here to be a witness for them, be here to help them with coming to know the Lord. Truly, I am here to be a witness, but no more than I supposed to be a witness to my fellow man. The conversation of my soul with my God was enlightening.

"Lord, why am I here?" was the question that pressed me. I try and try, but only face opposition from these people that are called my family. I am attacked and assailed constantly and see no fruit for all my labors. The Lord reminded me of something last night. He is in control and He has a plan. I need to stop looking for the "fruits" of my labor, for that is not mine to keep track of. It is not mine to boast in. All my fruits are not even mine in the end, they are the Lord's. So what am I doing here? What is the plan?

"Remember who you are," commanded Mufasa in the Lion King. I loved that film, still do. In other words, remember where you came from so that you can do what must be done. I think this is the Lord's main purpose for me. I feel that the Lord wants me to remember what He has delivered from. He wants me to remember that I was once debase and immoral, and that I still have a long way to go. I am saved, not because I deserve it, but because He loved me enough to die for me. I am glad to know Him.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Ye Ode Finals Week, Thou Art Mine Enemy And Mine Bane

“Ode to Finals Week”

This full week of final tests
Has everyone feeling stressed
With thy headaches of woe
Cramming all the things we “know”
With ye scantron sheet and study notes
Tears proving that “hope floats”


Curse ye all wasted days
Finding that studying pays
For thou essay haunth mine sleep
And thou grades causeth me to weep
Mayhap there be some relief
In the break called four weeks of sleep


Yet thy righteous cramming sessions
Do not make up for all the wasted lessons
We fear thy No. 2 pencil demons
Though it does not stand to reason
That we should, in these days be crying
Wondering if it is worth trying


Hark! and fear not
Study with all thou got
Though thy face thine professors testful wrath
Thy hard work and coffee will see ye passed
‘Tis not for naught thou now ventures forth
Thy will test to prove thy worth



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Sunday, December 9, 2007

That's When It All Fell Apart, When All The Pieces Fit...

I'm not really sure why, but it seems to me that things are never quite so simple as finding the right answer. Sure, you've taken the time to do the footwork, but it all seems so complicated. For instance, friendships. We all know that to be a good friend, we need to be there for our buddies, but that differs for each person! I think (and as a future teacher, this must be blasphemy) that school does not prepare us for the right answer not being enough. For, in school, all you need is the right answer, but there are so many variables in real life!

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