Saved from deletion

Recently I was browsing through my documents on the computer, looking for files to delete, and I stumbled upon something I had written a very long time ago. Now seeing that I haven’t posted anything on here in a while, I thought it’d be nice to publish at least the first few pages on here just to remind everyone that I’m still alive, and stuff.

!@#$%&……I mean Jesus. (via finewithme)

A post I wish I had written, y’know, were I an american, and a woman, and a wife, and had kids…but you know what I mean…

I have a peculiar fascination with Captain Chesley Sullenberger.  You might remember him as the the American Airline pilot who set his failing plane down gently in the Hudson River in January of 2009, coolly saving the lives of all 155 people on board.  I’m not sure why his story struck me so, but everyone in the house had to be quiet when the nightly news reported anything related to this event, and my kids made fun of me for about a year for my … Read More

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‘Til This Evening Is This Morning, Life Is Fine

I slept well today, a bit too well in fact but really, what is this world coming to when we begin to complain about having slept far too well? Anyway recently I’ve been waking up really late and I love it more than anything else. I truly believe that I will dread the start of school again on Monday (well I dread it already) but oh well, what can you do; beggars can’t be choosers. Meh. It would seem that my current break from school has lightened my mood considerably and conversely achieved the goal of making me never want to go back (oh what a double-edged sword).

What to do with Daylight

Now it has never been my intention to ignore this blog for so long but as in all previous times, things simply just happen. It would seem that our relationship is a precarious one and I suppose that in some sense I find it quite hard to talk about myself (really, what could at all be interesting about me?), though it certainly doesn’t help that there is such a dearth of excitement in my life.

Should it really be this beautiful?

I recently got some much needed glasses and I must  say that the world is a vastly different place than my prior level of perception led me to believe. There is just so much detail, so much clarity, just so much—vivacity in the things that surround me that at times I’m honestly left breathless. I am amazed by all of this because at some point I must have known that this world was so enthralling and so how could I have forgotten? Be that as it may, I am captivated by just how much there is to see, by how bare and unbridled the earth presents herself to me, in short, by exactly how much red there really is within the colour red.

And I Love You

It’s hot, the heat, in fact, is all kinds of bothersome. It shouldn’t be this hot and yet it is—how is it that it could already be this unbearably warm at four in the morning (in Canada no less)? Yet the day has barely started and here I am, once more drawn to write because it’s too hot and I can’t sleep, because once more the need to write is so palpable—my fingers itch for the feel of keys under them and my ears for the relentless tick, tick, tick which accompanies each keystroke. And maybe because to not write, when the desire is so potent, is far worse a prospect than sitting here perpetually conscious of how displeasing the temperature really is. Hence, here I am; writing.

Tired.

but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint. – Isaiah 40:31 NIV

But then why do I feel so tired? Not only physically but spiritually as well. So tired I don’t want to get up, tired enough to wish that I was asleep and not awake enough to think—certainly not think about life.

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” - Matthew 6:34 ESV

Jesus, I have words for you and they aren’t nice.