Experiments with pin-up hairstyles (in a messy room)
I’m at that
“my final strategy for getting through this week was artificially sustaining myself with caffeine, and it’s beginning to fail”
April 23rd. April 23rd. April 23rd. And Jesus.
This is a thought of mine, and as usual, it does not apply to everyone. But I think the concept is important.
As a counseling student who, in the future, will likely be daily acquainted with the deep shame, guilt, and struggles of believers…
I am somewhat alarmed at believers’ general surprise, denial, and sometimes ignorance of the dark, daily struggles of the Christian.
The church should assume that anything that happens in the world happens, in the very least, in the minds of their own congregations.
Yes, we are set apart. And of course, we are redeemed. This cannot be emphasized enough. Nevertheless, we were not born that way. We were rescued…
… out of the world. Jesus found us in the world, and he took us out.
Grace means that we are set free. It does not eliminate that from which we need freedom.
And the degree to which we are blind is the degree to which we are dangerous.
How can we support, exhort, and encourage other believers if we are ignorant of what they need?
That moment where your severely messed up, suicidal, God-hating friend tells you that he wants to know Jesus, and all previous posts about school seem completely meaningless in comparison.
Please keep praying for him though, he has a long way to go before he could actually make that decision.
That month where you are frantically working on your master’s thesis and juggling five grad classes
Trying to graduate
And then you have some paper due for undergrad and you’re like
And… yeah… and basically refuse to do it.
Help me Lord… lol.
For real, though.
You know, I think that if we all spent a little less time being frustrated that nobody understands our background, our experience, our situation…
… and a little more time truly listening to people’s hearts when they speak to us…
… we would realize that regardless of how the deep hurts got there, we all basically have the same ones.
I don’t know where else to say this.
Please pray for my friend. His life is severely messed up, spiritually, physically, and mentally. He soaks up everything I tell him about the gospel, but he still has emotional reservations. It’s no wonder, because he has had a number done on him like none I’ve ever heard before. His accepting the gospel is probably the difference between life and death. Please pray for him.
son nephew, Buster, came to visit me and told me the year was 2013. How can it be? Wasn’t the world supposed to end in 2012? I also learned we have a black president? Please don’t tell me it’s Franklin.
Can people still see this? Are these messages still being forwarded to my Myspace account? Hello? HELLLLOOOOOO?
Pay attention to his inmate number.
Les Mis AND Arrested Development for the win.
I found an article about my granddad on one of those “We couldn’t make this stuff up if we tried” sites.
I’m not sure whether to feel amused or embarrassed for him… lol.