Monday, January 22, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Life's Curve Balls
This morning I was a little bit down about some small unimportant matter, and upon examining myself I realised that I had absolutely no reason to. Even though outwardly I appeared quite normal, inside of me there was a little kid throwing a temper tantrum about how he wasn't getting what he wanted and consequently feeling sorry for himself. Do you ever get like that?
Sometimes I get pent up about such small things that it doesn't occur to me that I have no right to feel the way I do. I'm 21 right? So I shouldn't sweat the small stuff.
One of my profs today was talking about how sometimes God throws us curve balls* and that we should understand they are meant to teach us and help us grow as men and women of God. He isn't trying to trip us up and watch us fall, even though we may well do so, but He is there for us, helping us learn his lessons.
I think that this positive outlook is not an optimistic one but a realistic one, and for that I'm thankful.
*A curve ball is an American term derived from an American sport called "baseball" and is used when referring to a situation that was not to be expected. -E.g. "Dang dawg! I figured the po-po would never catch my El Camino after X-hibit had pimped it out, but they threw me a curve ball by using magnum road spikes. Now my wheels are jacked up and I'm in jail."
Sometimes I get pent up about such small things that it doesn't occur to me that I have no right to feel the way I do. I'm 21 right? So I shouldn't sweat the small stuff.
One of my profs today was talking about how sometimes God throws us curve balls* and that we should understand they are meant to teach us and help us grow as men and women of God. He isn't trying to trip us up and watch us fall, even though we may well do so, but He is there for us, helping us learn his lessons.
I think that this positive outlook is not an optimistic one but a realistic one, and for that I'm thankful.
*A curve ball is an American term derived from an American sport called "baseball" and is used when referring to a situation that was not to be expected. -E.g. "Dang dawg! I figured the po-po would never catch my El Camino after X-hibit had pimped it out, but they threw me a curve ball by using magnum road spikes. Now my wheels are jacked up and I'm in jail."
Monday, January 15, 2007
Losing your memory...
So, I just got back from spending the weekend in Wheaton with Justin, and got to hang out with Pamela, Anna, Sarah H, Gisela and Caroline's sister Victoria Chick (who just started at Moody). However, I did not get to see Jimmy, which was pants.
Anyhow, this afternoon when I was at Justin's great-grandmother's place, she mentioned how she couldn't even remember what she ate yesterday, and Justin said he couldn't either but that this wasn't the most important thing to remember.
It was kind of a sweet moment, but it really got me thinking about what happens if my memory starts to fail me. Like Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates. I decided that I'd probably leave messages to myself so I could remember stuff. I'd keep them in a book with really important things in it, to make my life great.
I would include stuff like, who not to say certain things to, because it was taboo and would offend them, but then I'd go ahead and say it anyway just to see people's reactions. Then I'd pretend to be really apologetic and put it down to my woeful memory. I'd write down a list of the funniest jokes in the world and read them, and they would be the same amount of funny every time. I'd keep my name in there, just in case I forgot it, and also how to pronounce it so that I don't embarrass myself horribly, like introducing myself as "Dahvio" or "Dave-O". Arrrgggghhh!! And I'd write down my shoe-size so that I don't accidentally wear someone else's shoes and then have them hate me, because I'd hate it if someone just walked off wearing my shoes and left me with theirs. That would suck.
But I once knew a guy who lost his memory due to some syndrome (I think Alzheimers or something) and he couldn't even remember who his wife was and he'd go up to people and ask if they knew who his wife was because he certainly didn't. That would be awful. I'd hate that. But the thing was, that this guy could still quote any Bible verse and knew every passage off the top of his head because he had drilled it into himself so deeply throughout his life that it never left him. I guess this is what they mean by the living Word of God.
Wow, I ended this post more seriously than I first intended. Kind of like an episode of Scrubs.
Anyhow, this afternoon when I was at Justin's great-grandmother's place, she mentioned how she couldn't even remember what she ate yesterday, and Justin said he couldn't either but that this wasn't the most important thing to remember.
It was kind of a sweet moment, but it really got me thinking about what happens if my memory starts to fail me. Like Drew Barrymore in 50 First Dates. I decided that I'd probably leave messages to myself so I could remember stuff. I'd keep them in a book with really important things in it, to make my life great.
I would include stuff like, who not to say certain things to, because it was taboo and would offend them, but then I'd go ahead and say it anyway just to see people's reactions. Then I'd pretend to be really apologetic and put it down to my woeful memory. I'd write down a list of the funniest jokes in the world and read them, and they would be the same amount of funny every time. I'd keep my name in there, just in case I forgot it, and also how to pronounce it so that I don't embarrass myself horribly, like introducing myself as "Dahvio" or "Dave-O". Arrrgggghhh!! And I'd write down my shoe-size so that I don't accidentally wear someone else's shoes and then have them hate me, because I'd hate it if someone just walked off wearing my shoes and left me with theirs. That would suck.
But I once knew a guy who lost his memory due to some syndrome (I think Alzheimers or something) and he couldn't even remember who his wife was and he'd go up to people and ask if they knew who his wife was because he certainly didn't. That would be awful. I'd hate that. But the thing was, that this guy could still quote any Bible verse and knew every passage off the top of his head because he had drilled it into himself so deeply throughout his life that it never left him. I guess this is what they mean by the living Word of God.
Wow, I ended this post more seriously than I first intended. Kind of like an episode of Scrubs.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Organ 'n' Woshntan
So after Christmas I went to Portland, Oregon to stay with Allison and Josh. What an ace time. Also spent a day up at Janice's house near Seattle. I got to meet up with a whole bunch of you Capernwray people. Hooray!
I'm so glad I got to meet up with all of my friends. Allison, Josh, Danny, Janell, Pamela, Brent, Janice, Courtnay, Mona, Kaylie and Heather. I love you all!
Here are photos of that trip:
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Christmas in West Chicago
This post is mainly for my family, who haven't really seen pictures.
So, Mum, Dad, Jess, this is the family I spent Christmas with this year.
P.S. my New Year's resolution is to blog more. Yayyyyyyy.
The end.
So, Mum, Dad, Jess, this is the family I spent Christmas with this year.
P.S. my New Year's resolution is to blog more. Yayyyyyyy.The end.
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