A Few Brilliant Ideas...

I can't wait for the day... When it's just you and I, sitting out on the lawn, talking about God. I was originally intending not to post at all today, to make my writing about writing and just writing after Jeremy mentioned he might do it. However, my mom pointed out in passing this could be seen as

10 Now therefore, O kings, be wise; be warned, O rulers of the earth. 11 Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. 12Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way, for his wrath is quickly kindled. Blessed are all who take refuge in him. (ESV)   Reading this, this morning I was stunned by the clear, vivid picture of Christ our

You ask me why the ocean sparkles, I look at you questioningly, "Where would we be in a world where the ocean doesn't sparkle?"

You scream. a high pitched shriek arising from pure terror. "I don't care." The wailing of a keening mother, over a new born child. You scream. "I don't care." I struggle to fight and try and walk away but some morbid fascination pulls me back. "I don't care." You're the person on a bridge, prepared to take the

*Having listened to Brain Regan with me earlier in the day.* Mom: Brian Regan. *Swerves car.* Mom: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! (Spotify-Brian Regan – Evel Knievel) (Youtube-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8w06S_JHuhY) *After spending time talking about GPS's and crashing.* Mom: I'm going to smash into the road. Me: How do you do that?! Mom: I don't know, but I am going to.

The gears of the clock clicked and murmured as the hundreds of tiny voices came together to form a larger identity. The giant contraption whispered to me as the clock’s gears reflected the shallow moonlight. “Any question you can think of,” the machine had whispered to me. “Any question at all.” The whole world lay at my fingertips:

Mother told me so. Yup. Car driving is fun. HEEHEEHEE. Whaaaattt? 'Twas a while ago that I began driving, but there was a particular day that the conversation turned particularly interesting. I pull out of the Scholar's parking lot, deciding to turn left, because I could really go either way. I start to giggle giddily. "Oh yes, this is

Who is God? Is He a figment, a deviation of the human imagination? Is He real, can we trust him and does He feel as we feel? Who is God? Is God just a member of the rampant pop culture, are we the kings and He the vulture? Is God really so strong? If He is as strong he says than

Dear Heavenly Father, I just watched near an hour of French work disappear in front of my eyes to an unrecoverable state. I really need your grace right now. My heart wants to complain, give me grace to face this with thanksgiving. Thank you for your love to me. Stevie

Today, I was thinking about how agonizing it would be if I was actually dating. I realized I'm not really looking forward to dating... And yet I am looking forward to marriage. Why marriage but not dating? Isn't that what it leads to? Yeah, but there's that transition period, honestly seems to be pretty awful. If I was

(Some more serious than others... Not rated by importance, hehe...) 1. Steal Steven Saroka's pencil. 2. Put a permanent wire tap on Alix's thought. 3. Help Jeremy defeat his fear of mice. 4. Hack into the U.S. Database, change myself to a full blooded German and then announce that all half-breeds are, "vile, mangy creatures." 5. Make hot