An experience in life today got me thinking about its brevity. One day I will be old, slow moving, and have more to look back on then to look forward to. It's a reality that's not thought about often, but yet is inescapable. When I was younger the years slipped by seemingly slow and I remember older people always talking about how it just gets faster with every passing day. As I look back on my life, I find this to be so true as the years go by...
The years go by, like stones under rushing water. we only know, we only know when it's gone...
{oh yeah. needtobreathe. world live cafe in philadelphia. april 7. Let's Go!! anyone?}
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Las Montanas
This weekend was glorious. We hiked, shot guns, ate food, laid around, warmed ourselves by the fire, and even went mattress sledding down the stairs. The sun was shining and memories were created. Good times were had by all. Here is a glimpse of our weekend...
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And yes, even mom and pops got in on the action. Kudos to their adventurous spirits. Can you picture your parents mattress sledding down the stairs?
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And yes, even mom and pops got in on the action. Kudos to their adventurous spirits. Can you picture your parents mattress sledding down the stairs?
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
How far we've come
Sometimes, when I take time to reflect on my life thus far, I'm blown away. Blown away by how faithful God has been to me. Through all the pains and sorrows, the fears and unknowns, I've always made it through. This hit me last night as I reminisced with my brother. As we talked of old times and laughed together, I couldn't help but feel this swell of gratefulness rise up in my heart. I thought of all the times when fear was alive and well in my heart. Of times when anxiety would rule over me. When it would beat my spirit into submission, and drag me to depths of places where no human should have to tread. Of all the tears that have fallen from my eyes, for I've cried so many. And though they sometimes still fall, I'm learning to feel safe. As we talked, I think I began to realize that I have been safe all along. Safe in arms that have never stopped holding me.
I guess the only thing that had stopped was me believing that arms were still holding me, even when my emotions told me otherwise.
I'm so grateful for how far we've come. Or maybe it's how far He has brought me. I don't know, but either way, the question now is, where do we go from here?
I guess the only thing that had stopped was me believing that arms were still holding me, even when my emotions told me otherwise.
I'm so grateful for how far we've come. Or maybe it's how far He has brought me. I don't know, but either way, the question now is, where do we go from here?
Monday, March 1, 2010
All around me
Often times, when I have the urge to read or write, I make my way to a nearby coffee shop and cozy up for a while. The only problem with this is the fact that I get so distracted by the life around me, that I don't get much accomplished. All the different people, doing different things. Every little movement catches my eye and pulls my attention away from my tasks at hand. But today I'm getting away with both. I'm writing what I'm observing.
The more that I come to this coffee shop, the more familiar the faces are becoming. I see the same people in here each time I come in. There's the old guy with the pony tail, that plays video games on his computer for hours, taking a break every little bit to go smoke a cigarette. There's another older gentleman, who at first glance makes me think he is a liberal and an atheist, but that's just me judging. He just has that look. I see him every time that I come here. He's one of those social kind of people that seems to know everyone. I've made eye contact with him a few times and I have a feeling that I may soon know this faithful customer. As I look at him now, he is lost in thought, with that faraway stare, and a slight smile on his face. I bet he is imagining himself on some tropical isle, with a cold drink in his hand. He was just talking about the weather with one of the other faithful customers and joking about the snow. A lady in a fur coat just walked over to the old guy with the pony tail and put a wad of $1 bills in his hand. He looked at her confused, and asked, "What is this?" She threw up her hands and said, "It looks like money to me!" and sat back down at her table. As he put the money in his pocket, he said, "I won't forget this!" Hmm, interesting transaction. The liberal keeps looking at me and I feel like he is going to say something to me soon. He did a double take when he noticed my bible sitting on my table, but he just realized that his satchel was missing and quickly left for the library, where he thought he left it. Oh well, I'll meet him some other time I'm sure, and maybe we'll discuss religion then.
As soon as you walk into the cafe, there is a chair tucked back in the corner to the left. Every time I step into the cafe, I am met by the same big, sunken eyes from that chair. He's incredibly skinny, as if he has lived the vegan lifestyle for quite some time, and he always has on big winter boots that look kind of silly on his little frame. His messy beard and hair almost make him look homeless, but as he pulls out his iphone, it makes me think otherwise. I wonder what he does for a living? This place sure does attract some interesting people. I love it.
So where is this post going? Ha I'm not quite sure. Maybe I'll end it by saying that people are funny. Especially the ones that are a lot different than you.
The more that I come to this coffee shop, the more familiar the faces are becoming. I see the same people in here each time I come in. There's the old guy with the pony tail, that plays video games on his computer for hours, taking a break every little bit to go smoke a cigarette. There's another older gentleman, who at first glance makes me think he is a liberal and an atheist, but that's just me judging. He just has that look. I see him every time that I come here. He's one of those social kind of people that seems to know everyone. I've made eye contact with him a few times and I have a feeling that I may soon know this faithful customer. As I look at him now, he is lost in thought, with that faraway stare, and a slight smile on his face. I bet he is imagining himself on some tropical isle, with a cold drink in his hand. He was just talking about the weather with one of the other faithful customers and joking about the snow. A lady in a fur coat just walked over to the old guy with the pony tail and put a wad of $1 bills in his hand. He looked at her confused, and asked, "What is this?" She threw up her hands and said, "It looks like money to me!" and sat back down at her table. As he put the money in his pocket, he said, "I won't forget this!" Hmm, interesting transaction. The liberal keeps looking at me and I feel like he is going to say something to me soon. He did a double take when he noticed my bible sitting on my table, but he just realized that his satchel was missing and quickly left for the library, where he thought he left it. Oh well, I'll meet him some other time I'm sure, and maybe we'll discuss religion then.
As soon as you walk into the cafe, there is a chair tucked back in the corner to the left. Every time I step into the cafe, I am met by the same big, sunken eyes from that chair. He's incredibly skinny, as if he has lived the vegan lifestyle for quite some time, and he always has on big winter boots that look kind of silly on his little frame. His messy beard and hair almost make him look homeless, but as he pulls out his iphone, it makes me think otherwise. I wonder what he does for a living? This place sure does attract some interesting people. I love it.
So where is this post going? Ha I'm not quite sure. Maybe I'll end it by saying that people are funny. Especially the ones that are a lot different than you.
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