The separator between the land portion and the water portion of my aquarium broke yesterday and I’ve been running around College Park getting all the supplies I needed to fix it. God really provided an answer when a friend needed to get rid of an aquarium and let me have it! It was an awesome reminder that God really looks out for the little stuff too.
I was worried all day today because my frogs looked really sick. Now they are enjoying their new habitat. Still not eating though…hopefully that will change within the next two-three days.
Give me the patience needed to wait for you…
Ever wonder why blogging is so popular? Or even why IM is now used more frequently than the phone and e-mail combined?
I think we’ve come to the point where we are afraid to have conversations in person. When was the last time you shared the same thing in your blog with someone else in person?
Click the “Random Blog” link available on most blog services…most of them are filled with strong feelings and personal thoughts…the question ultimately is: does this get shared with someone who can really listen…or have we turned into a society that vents when the pressure gets built up but does not know how to turn off the heat?
I fear that the more we drive and get cut off, the less people pay real attention…we will have built our own moat and canyon.
I must admit, I do a lot of e-mailing. It’s very easy! But it should never come in place of a heart-to-heart. I hear of companies now that fear the confrontation of an employee so they fire him over IM. I hear of break ups that happen over e-mail because it’s easier to YELL WITH THE CAPS LOCK ON!
What happened to the days where people had civilized conversation? When will the day come when our devices become our downfall, not because we are enslaved to them, but because we are their prisoners?
and I write this as I’m compiling gaim…
I went to the gym for the first time yesterday in MONTHS! My whole body is sore.
This is NOT a new years resolution. It’s just a thing…
So yeah! 
Does anybody really read this anymore? If so, leave a comment. I want a roll call.
When Nature made her chief work, Stella’s eyes,
In color black why wrapped she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest luster, mixed of shades and light?
Or did she else that sober hue device?
In object best to knit and strength our sight,
Lest if no veil those brave gleams did disguise,
They sun-like should more dazzle than delight?
Or would she her miraculous power show,
That whereas black seems beauty’s contrary,
She even in black doth made all beauties flow?
Both so and thus: she, minding Love should be
Placed ever there, gave him this mourning weed,
To honor all their deaths, who for her bleed.
And they say poetry is dead…
#7
I’m feeling exceptionally annoyed today. There has been a lot of commotion in my own heart recently that I don’t know how to deal with and unsure how to deconstruct. The top annoyance: my own stupid cough. I’ve been coughing due to some God-only-knows-what allergy, and as a result, been spitting almost a cup a day. (I know, disgusting right?)
I’ve been lying on my bed for a long time. There, in the distance, a siren blares, rushing to what could be the scene of a horrible accident. Content to the confines of my warm down blanket, I lie awake, wondering what my brain will concoct next in the next phase of sleep. With little regard to my 9 AM meeting, my thoughts wonder through my various life experiences, jumping from one to he next without giving me the chance to re-experience the taste of the vanilla milkshake to he horrid smell of burnt hair. As my mind spins faster and faster, a face begins to form. Not a face I’ve seen before, but a face that is frighteningly familiar. I let my eyes drift deeper in their rest position as the face becomes clear. It is somebody, and yet nobody at the same time. Nostrils, hair length, smile…all come into focus, before it is too late, and the face is gone.
It is now 8:30 AM.
The one thing I walked away with Ignite was the fact that I need to be more vulnerable. If I’m not, how can I expect others to be? What details? You’ll have to come talk to me.
There’s a song that’s inside of my soul
It’s the one that I’ve tried to write over and over again
I’m awake in the infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over again…
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours
I know now you’re my only hope…