March 26, 2007
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no, i didn’t really get a tattoo
but i think just saying that i got a tattoo made my mom worry enough so that if i ever did, the shock is over. sorry mom. i should have known you would catch that little blurb i put in there and then forgot about…
I got a letter from my man today. BEAUTIFUL artwork Johnny boy! i miss you! and you are writing really well–all by yourself? and you used the super-special magic pen…i feel special.
“Fretting springs from a determination to get ones own way” –Oswald Chambers. Fretting sounds like a guitar word. i am just plain worrying. about everything. dumb.
Balaam. a man who talked with God. Who’s life was getting in contact with God. he got to talk to a donkey for goodness sakes. “…fall down, with eyes wide open.” Numbers 24:16 sounds like the name of a good CD. don’t steal my idea. it is copywrited.
“There is no want to those who fear Him.” Psalms 34:9 Sometimes it is hard to believe verses like that. What about Sudan?
“Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all.” Ps. 34:19 Nice. i am promised MANY afflictions. sure, the delivering part is good–but wouldn’t it be easier for God to just eliminate the problems in the first place rather than rescue me in them?
“Never allow the thought “i am of no use where i am” because you certainly can be of no use where you are not.” –Oswald Chambers
Luke 1:46-49 Paraphrased by me
“My soul is a mirror that reflects and shows the world my amazing God within me. My spirit is happy for nothing less than God who saves me and walks with me. In the great heavens, God looked down and saw my face through the clouds–not as one of a billion, but as a beloved. And now everyone else for al time will stop and know that the eye and heart of God is looking upon me–because the Perfect one, the Great One, spends time with me and loves me individually.”
Last weekend was the Vaquejada. a sport where you chase the tail of a cow to pull the cow around. seems to me to be saying “please poop on me” fun. and like half the city was there watching. yuck.
You know those zingy bugs that do that high note in your ear? by 11:30pm last night i was swinging around madly and praying those prayers that go something like “God, if you love me at all–kill that bug!”
