blogging

nothing bad to say about blogging, i still love reading them and doing them occasionally, but i'm not as into them anymore . . . writing them that is . . . i find that now whenever i have something to say, i make a note on facebook instead, cause then it has a better chance of being read and it's less hassle, I still hope to blog some, but with next to no readers here, and a few other things, i won't be blogging as much as you may have noticed if you happen to be reading this.

p.s. like i said, i still read all the other blogs i'm in contact with.

Intense Olympics and Walmart . . .

What can I say to describe the fun I had over this last weekend? It was great seeing old friends again, as always, but I had no idea how much I would be doing and how much fun it would be. The best thing to do I guess is to start at the beginning and continue . . .
It started out with a basketball game. Not just any basketball game though. My friend Evan had made the great claim on Facebook that he was going to be beating me one-on-one and he seemed very confident. After walking to the basketball court, we started what would be the first of so many close games of the Olympics we partook in that day.
It was a game to 21 of course and we went through the whole game neck and neck. A few times I had a two point lead, but Evan would then go on a streak catching up. It was 20-17, me winning, and Evan came back on a four point streak to take the lead at 21, but in that game you have to win by two points, so I got two points, but then Evan got another point leaving the score at 22-22. I then, having control of the ball took a wild two-point shot from half-court and made it to win at 24-22. It was a lucky shot.
After walking home and resting, watching the Olympics, of which were many close games too. After that though, we decided to go shoot pool. I hadn’t played pool in so long and was so rusty, but some how managed to win one game, Evan won one, and our hour came to an end, half way through the third game. We stayed for another hour though and played Ping-pong. Not sure of how many games we played, but all of them were within two or three points of each other.
After going back home, we decided to play some DDR(dance dance revolution) just to tire ourselves out even more. After that and watching some more close games in the Olympics, we decided to continue our own Olympics by bowling. I hadn’t played bowling for a decade and Evan was really good, so I knew that this wouldn’t be so close, but to my amazement, I did alright and Evan had a bad game. I got 90 on my first game in a decade and Evan got 78. He was disappointed with his score, but I think he gave it to me. After that, Ryan showed up, so we played another game with him. He’s very good too, but I guess he needed warming up too cause he got 93. The second game I got 98 and Evan settled into his groove and got a 120 something.
Being late and to end the day with a bang, we all went to Wal-Mart and had a great idea. Ryan knew that Roman Noodles were only 17 cents, so we searched the whole store for anything that was cheaper than 17 cents, anything . . . After much deliberation and searching, we found a folder that was only 10 cents, so of course Evan bought it. Now a private joke and contest, we must try to find something cheaper than ten cents at Wal-Mart now. The cashier had a funny look on her face when Evan checked out and I made it worse getting into a conversation with her about if Wal-Mart had anything cheaper than 10 cents. She didn’t know but thought it was an “interesting question”.
To end the day, we watched Michael Phelps get his 8th medal and setting the world record, then fell asleep, waking up the next morning very sore. Swimming, playing volleyball, eating at the gator pit, and watching the Spinners win their baseball match took up the next day besides church and marked this weekend as one of the funnest I’ve had in a long time.
Wow, it was great. Hope to do it soon.

Broken Heart and Shattered Dreams . . .

This is my lament . . .

Sometimes God uses pain to teach us the hardest lessons, because we remember pain the most. That's why God told us to spank our kids, not sit them in a corner or ignore them. Pain gives us a sharp feeling, it tells us that what has happened is not good and must never happen again. Even though I've had my share of pain, I can't help feeling like I bring so much pain on myself unneccessarily. My words, my actions, my thoughts can bring me so much pain, I wonder how I can make it through the day.
When you have dreams so wonderful, then they are smashed on the floor, your heart breaks; when you give your heart away and it is thrown back, it breaks; when you assume that somethings are real, then are proven wrong, your hearts tears in two.
People who commit suicide can't handle what they feel, it is too depressing and they are too sad to handle it themselves. However, I have a God to take my sadness, to wipe my tears, to be held when the sacred is torn from my life . . . and I still survive.
I used to wonder if I could truly hurt and be hurt. I can, I have, I am. And truth is that, I am always the cause, I'm what causes my own pain. It's a gamble, letting yourself do something at the risk of pain vs. the happiness of contentment. I seem to fail everytime I try. Unlucky you may say? No, providence. God is teaching me and making me better, but it just hurts so much . . .
How can comfort come when you are uncomfortable? How can you feel peace when you are unsettled. I can give it to God, and he can mend my broken heart, he always does. There are somethings time can not erase, but what time can not, My God can. This is my only hope left, that God will give me peace. I need it, Oh God, help me, . . . I need your peace . . . give me peace . . . I need it now more than ever before . . .

I Know Someone . . .

I know someone who tells me deep things my language for my simple mind.
I know someone who uses few words but speaks to me in the most profound and erudite ways.
I know someone so perfect that can love those so imperfect.
I know someone who receives joy when I receive joy.
I know someone who never goes out of style.
I know someone who never ceases to amaze, grace, serve, love, and sanctify me.
I know someone who has the power to justify in an instant.
I know someone who can hold the world in his hands and still be personal.
I know someone who everyone talks and reads about but is not confined to his own space.
I know someone who I can talk to about everything and understand cause' he went through exactly the same thing.
I know someone can take care of millions at a time and still have the time to count the hairs on my head.
Who is He you may wonder? Well, He just happens to be my best friend forever, literally 'Forever'. He's sitting here reading as I write and telling me the words to say. I wish everyone knew Him, He's pretty amazing at that. And He's mine . . .