Monday, May 4, 2009
Just as a reminder...
THIS BLOG IS ON HOLD... NO MORE POSTS... NO REAL TIME FOR KEEPING IT UP... BUT IF THAT SHOULD ALL CHANGE, YOU WILL BE INFORMED. :)
Monday, April 13, 2009
A Devotional By Bob Hoekstra (good stuff)
Branches in the Vine, the Vine in the Branches
"Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing." (John 15:4-5)
Previously, we examined these verses to see how the grace of God produces fruit in those who walk in humility and faith (thereby living by grace). Now, let's revisit these words to consider the intimate relationship they describe. It is a profound biblical picture of us being in Christ and Christ being in us. It is like the relationship between a vine and a branch. Jesus is the vine; we are the branches. "I am the vine, you are the branches." He is the source of the life we need. We are the recipients of the life that He alone can provide.
The Lord Jesus wants us, His branches, to be fruitful. "By this My Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit" (John 15:8). Fruit is the result of developing life. Branches do not innately have that life in themselves. "The branch cannot bear fruit of itself." Branches must always find their life in the vine. The vine, Jesus, has life. "I am the way, the truth, and the life" (John 14:6). Our Lord came to share that life with us in abundance. "I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly" (John 10:10). His abundant life is what enables us to bear much fruit.
Such life abundant (fruit-developing life) flows out of the intimate relationship available to us in Christ. Think of the "joined relationship" that a vine and a branch have. The branch came forth from the vine, and is everafter connected to, and is dependent upon, the vine. The life of the vine is available to flow in and through the branch. We came forth from Jesus, our vine, as we were born again by His Spirit through faith in Christ. Now, we are joined to Him forever. "He who is joined to the Lord is one spirit with Him" (1 Corinthians 6:17). Day by day, His life is accessible to us.
We access that life by abiding. "Abide in Me, and I in you." To the extent that we humbly depend upon Him to be our source of life, He then lives in and through us.
"Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing." (John 15:4-5)
Previously, we examined these verses to see how the grace of God produces fruit in those who walk in humility and faith (thereby living by grace). Now, let's revisit these words to consider the intimate relationship they describe. It is a profound biblical picture of us being in Christ and Christ being in us. It is like the relationship between a vine and a branch. Jesus is the vine; we are the branches. "I am the vine, you are the branches." He is the source of the life we need. We are the recipients of the life that He alone can provide.
The Lord Jesus wants us, His branches, to be fruitful. "By this My Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit" (John 15:8). Fruit is the result of developing life. Branches do not innately have that life in themselves. "The branch cannot bear fruit of itself." Branches must always find their life in the vine. The vine, Jesus, has life. "I am the way, the truth, and the life" (John 14:6). Our Lord came to share that life with us in abundance. "I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly" (John 10:10). His abundant life is what enables us to bear much fruit.
Such life abundant (fruit-developing life) flows out of the intimate relationship available to us in Christ. Think of the "joined relationship" that a vine and a branch have. The branch came forth from the vine, and is everafter connected to, and is dependent upon, the vine. The life of the vine is available to flow in and through the branch. We came forth from Jesus, our vine, as we were born again by His Spirit through faith in Christ. Now, we are joined to Him forever. "He who is joined to the Lord is one spirit with Him" (1 Corinthians 6:17). Day by day, His life is accessible to us.
We access that life by abiding. "Abide in Me, and I in you." To the extent that we humbly depend upon Him to be our source of life, He then lives in and through us.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Another Sad Song
Too many voices
Pull me down
Can't shake them
Let them go
Every chance I'm breaking
Is a chance I'm making worse
So many smiles
Turn to frowns
I'd almost fake them
But I know
Everyday I'm shaking
Gotta fight away this curse
Why?
Don't you know I try
I try to be someone
Someone you love around?
My feet are planted
Yet I fall
I'm not talking imperfection at all
It's a struggle weighing me down
All heart crushes to the ground
My thoughts can't fly away
My sky is turned to grey
And if there's one thing true
I just wanna be better for you...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Good Reminders in Our Day
Do me a favor, today. Take a look at Psalm 42:1 & 2.
Just as a car can only drive with gas in its tank, so I can only walk with God when my spirit is filled up with Him. I NEED to fill up with the Holy Spirit! Do you realize how vital it is, how that should be a big part of our day? Pray for it, ask for it, and not just once - but throughout our day.
I am running on "empty," when the warning signs flash in life, and the only way to "drive" (to actually WALK WITH GOD) is to fill up.
Our journey to be filling up in the Spirt (by reading the Word and continuously praying for God's will to be done) begins NOW. Today. Right here. As you step up and out. As we daily encounter school, work, or people in our household. My chances to do God's will should not be passed-up.
It's best to take the back seat, to not try and control the outcomes in life, and to give outcomes over to our Lord. Allow HIM to chose the outcome - for all those things we worry about.
To be under the influence of the Spirit... is the daily choice I must make. People on the outside will see this! They will see God!
Read Galatians 5:16.
A car can not be running on fumes. It's not a matter of someone being more spiritual... but rather, it's a matter of having a "full tank" in our Lord.
We may procrastinate in many things. Don't let God's will be one of them.
Just as a car can only drive with gas in its tank, so I can only walk with God when my spirit is filled up with Him. I NEED to fill up with the Holy Spirit! Do you realize how vital it is, how that should be a big part of our day? Pray for it, ask for it, and not just once - but throughout our day.
I am running on "empty," when the warning signs flash in life, and the only way to "drive" (to actually WALK WITH GOD) is to fill up.
Our journey to be filling up in the Spirt (by reading the Word and continuously praying for God's will to be done) begins NOW. Today. Right here. As you step up and out. As we daily encounter school, work, or people in our household. My chances to do God's will should not be passed-up.
It's best to take the back seat, to not try and control the outcomes in life, and to give outcomes over to our Lord. Allow HIM to chose the outcome - for all those things we worry about.
To be under the influence of the Spirit... is the daily choice I must make. People on the outside will see this! They will see God!
Read Galatians 5:16.
A car can not be running on fumes. It's not a matter of someone being more spiritual... but rather, it's a matter of having a "full tank" in our Lord.
We may procrastinate in many things. Don't let God's will be one of them.
Friday, April 3, 2009
GMA Week (2007's video pt. 1 and thoughts)
I will truly miss going to Nashville, this year. In fact, I feel as if I already do.
In Nashville, being part of GMA Week is not only a privilege - it's an unforgettable experience. Sure, your ears are hurting and ringing from hearing concerts ALL day long... and lack of sleep is only the normal... but nothing compares to being part of the industry and spending a week with favorite bands and artists in the same hotel.
All week long, each day is entirely filled with music. Showcases begin in the morning, as well a chances to spend time with the artists as they talk and perform live on radio stations (based in the hotel convention-center hallways). Afternoons ignite the new artists' showcases, as well as different concerts for multi record label's luncheons. Continuing with music, interviews, and coffee sessions with the artists, music and connections continue in the afternoon - which spills over into having dinner at perhaps my favorites restaurants ever - places with some of the best food (only walking distance from the venues, hotel, and convention center). Field trips to the artists homes, exclusive concerts (only attend-able if you know someone who's on the inside)... I mean, it's a dream come true, honestly. Then, in the evening... that's when the real fun begins. Concerts go on ALL night. Some even BEGIN at midnight! And the cool thing is, there are so many concerts going on simultaneously, I get to bounce back and forth and taste a bit of everything.
Truly, I will miss being there this year. Plus, I just want to see the South again... explore the streets of Nashville... and be amongst many artists and bands - not as observers, but as peers. It is truly amazing for me. I have always found this aspect of my life to be something I hold close to my heart. I truly hold it close.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Our Backyard
So my family is re-facing our backyard to a nicer lounge area! It's a work in a process, and one requiring a bit of labor - however, I think it is coming out quite nice. I'm excited for it! Perhaps a party at our house will help bring in the fresh season and the fresh look to our outdoor area. So far... so good. :)
Friday, March 27, 2009
San Diego Part Two
At Coronado, we found ourselves feeling as sudden burst to be goofy, be creative, and do something we've never done before. Our mission? To become street performers for a day. Our skills? Any instruments to be found in my car's trunk.
We headed to the main square and began to blow a harmonica, smack a mini Remo, and shake a studio-shaker. People gathered, surprisingly! Maybe it looked like we knew what we were doing! Honestly, I would have preferred bringing a guitar, cajon, and harmonica(s), but this had to do. Unfortunately, Micah broke my shaker from hitting it on a fountain too hard - a memory which the loss is completely validated.
After performing, we walked to one of the nicest hotels (on our side of town) I've ever been to. Feeling out of place by not wearing a yuppie polo shirt and tie, we walked the main strip over to Starbucks. Cheating the system, we bought one large drink and requested two smaller cups of ice - this way, we could split the large drink into smaller "grande" portions. Oh yes, we felt very clever.
On the way back to our car, we made up our own language - using only words, names, and from Star Wars: Episode I "The Phantom Menace." Yeah, I know - we're weird. But we loved it! We make ourselves laugh way too often. And for that fact, I am proud.
We then drove to Encinitas (a favorite San Diego get-away for me) for dinner. Javi fell asleep on the drive down there, thanks to slow traffic. All we needed at that point was food, energy, and a dare for Micah to do something crazy.
At dinner, we realized (once again) everyone was dressed fancy - except for us! It was like the Lords of Dogtown walking into a ballroom in Phantom of the Opera (not so extreme, but you get point). None the less, we afforded dinner and enjoyed it immensely.
On our way out, we dared Micah to tell the waitress/host, this sentence: "I love you, and I think you're beautiful." It was simple, elegant, and full of partial truth on Micah's part. He was so terrified to do it! Javi and I gave him the "pep-talk," assuring him all would be okay if he followed our guidelines.
Finally, Micah's moment came to shine. The sorta-Ann-Hathaway-look-alike (with glasses) stood at the entrance of the restaurant. Javi walked ahead. I walked behind, for support, in case she slugged my best friend. Sure enough, Micah smoothly spit it out, looking like a elementary, nervous school boy... and what's even better - the girl was flattered beyond compare. Micah pulled it off and felt confidence brewing in him for the remaining day... and most of all, Javi and I got a good laugh and memory at our friend's nervous expense. Come on, what are friends for?
The drive back seem to take forever. Traffic. Beautiful sunset. Traffic. Cars stopping. Micah shouting his head off. Javi throwing in random high-pitched notes from being too tired. Traffic. All of our faces sunburned and slick. However, it was a memorable two hours back. I'd rather be with my two best dudes - anywhere in the world - even stuck in traffic, then to be without their friendship.
Disneyland was blocked out, so Downtown had to suffice. My camera ran out of memory, so the remaining portions remain in our memories. The highlights? We decided to sneak into the pool area, at the hotel, laying out our tired-selves on the lounge chairs. The cool evening on our face. Ahh, the bliss of relaxation. We devoured a huge brownie and apple cobbler, making ourselves feel more stuffed than a teddy bear.
At the Disneyland hotel, we all sat on one couch together... collecting strange glances from people that walked by. Yeah, but we didn't care. They could think what they want - we were tired. We had an amazing day together. We were entitled to all fit on a couch and close our eyes for a small nap. In fact, we deserved to do so.
Overall... having shared the main highlights with you (like inches on a ruler, leaving out the centimeters), I will conclude with is this:
I love my two best guy-friends. Always have, always will. This day will be a day to remember, in the books. Whatever happens to us, in future times, may we always remember everything we've done. From childhood, to teen years, to where we're at now. We shall keep on going, in life, in friendship, on to new levels we have yet to experience. But for now... all is well. All is well.
We headed to the main square and began to blow a harmonica, smack a mini Remo, and shake a studio-shaker. People gathered, surprisingly! Maybe it looked like we knew what we were doing! Honestly, I would have preferred bringing a guitar, cajon, and harmonica(s), but this had to do. Unfortunately, Micah broke my shaker from hitting it on a fountain too hard - a memory which the loss is completely validated.
After performing, we walked to one of the nicest hotels (on our side of town) I've ever been to. Feeling out of place by not wearing a yuppie polo shirt and tie, we walked the main strip over to Starbucks. Cheating the system, we bought one large drink and requested two smaller cups of ice - this way, we could split the large drink into smaller "grande" portions. Oh yes, we felt very clever.
On the way back to our car, we made up our own language - using only words, names, and from Star Wars: Episode I "The Phantom Menace." Yeah, I know - we're weird. But we loved it! We make ourselves laugh way too often. And for that fact, I am proud.
We then drove to Encinitas (a favorite San Diego get-away for me) for dinner. Javi fell asleep on the drive down there, thanks to slow traffic. All we needed at that point was food, energy, and a dare for Micah to do something crazy.
At dinner, we realized (once again) everyone was dressed fancy - except for us! It was like the Lords of Dogtown walking into a ballroom in Phantom of the Opera (not so extreme, but you get point). None the less, we afforded dinner and enjoyed it immensely.
On our way out, we dared Micah to tell the waitress/host, this sentence: "I love you, and I think you're beautiful." It was simple, elegant, and full of partial truth on Micah's part. He was so terrified to do it! Javi and I gave him the "pep-talk," assuring him all would be okay if he followed our guidelines.
Finally, Micah's moment came to shine. The sorta-Ann-Hathaway-look-alike (with glasses) stood at the entrance of the restaurant. Javi walked ahead. I walked behind, for support, in case she slugged my best friend. Sure enough, Micah smoothly spit it out, looking like a elementary, nervous school boy... and what's even better - the girl was flattered beyond compare. Micah pulled it off and felt confidence brewing in him for the remaining day... and most of all, Javi and I got a good laugh and memory at our friend's nervous expense. Come on, what are friends for?
The drive back seem to take forever. Traffic. Beautiful sunset. Traffic. Cars stopping. Micah shouting his head off. Javi throwing in random high-pitched notes from being too tired. Traffic. All of our faces sunburned and slick. However, it was a memorable two hours back. I'd rather be with my two best dudes - anywhere in the world - even stuck in traffic, then to be without their friendship.
Disneyland was blocked out, so Downtown had to suffice. My camera ran out of memory, so the remaining portions remain in our memories. The highlights? We decided to sneak into the pool area, at the hotel, laying out our tired-selves on the lounge chairs. The cool evening on our face. Ahh, the bliss of relaxation. We devoured a huge brownie and apple cobbler, making ourselves feel more stuffed than a teddy bear.
At the Disneyland hotel, we all sat on one couch together... collecting strange glances from people that walked by. Yeah, but we didn't care. They could think what they want - we were tired. We had an amazing day together. We were entitled to all fit on a couch and close our eyes for a small nap. In fact, we deserved to do so.
Overall... having shared the main highlights with you (like inches on a ruler, leaving out the centimeters), I will conclude with is this:
I love my two best guy-friends. Always have, always will. This day will be a day to remember, in the books. Whatever happens to us, in future times, may we always remember everything we've done. From childhood, to teen years, to where we're at now. We shall keep on going, in life, in friendship, on to new levels we have yet to experience. But for now... all is well. All is well.
Monday, March 23, 2009
San Diego Part One
I didn't want the day to end.
As I watched the morning emerge, driving on the 5 freeway south (for two hours), I knew today was the day for escaping pressures of life for a single 15 hours of pure freedom, with my closest guys. My longest childhood friends.
Of course, at SOME point we had to take a wrong turn, right? I got off the wrong exit, around mid-point, only to discover a mysterious place actually called "Pirate's Cove." Hmm. Strange. Quickly back on route again...
We reached our first destination: Old Town San Diego. It felt like we were on the set of a cheesy Mexican film, passing through old buildings that resemble the Texas frontier of early years. But the food... ohhhh, the amazing food. Old Town Mexican Cafe is perhaps my favorite Mexican restaurant of all time. Sure, we couldn't afford "the good stuff" (plates with mounds of carnitas and pollo, bowls of avocado, baskets of hand-made tortillas), but even the less-expensive burritos and tortas were filling and satisfying like no other restaurant near home.
We then drove to the Gas Lamp District. Compare it to Old Town Pasadena - but grittier, more blocks, and a nice 5-story, outdoor mall. With street longboards under our feet, we cruised the streets as our feet pushed us wherever we wanted to go. Even though Micah fell off a few times, we all made it out alive. Mmm, there is seriously nothing like having a white chocolate mocha in my hand, a longboard to get me around, and no feelings of time running out or places I have to be. Even getting lost was fun! We lost our sense of direction and had to circle a few blocks before reaching our parking street again.
An eight story parking lot is a longboarder's dream. Smooth ground. Empty spaces in secluded areas. Downhill slopes, smoothing out into flat land, repeating its self over and over again. I was in heaven.
Now, a good downhill slope can only be tackled by "carving" a longboard. Much like surfing waves on cement, it's no easy task. Daring myself, I rode down a two-way hill, leading into the busy streets of the District. The other guys chickened out half-way, from the board speeding too naturally fast. I found the courage to reach the bottom - without getting run over by a car or shooting out in the street at the end of the hill. Yes, I can proudly boast of that and feel good about it. As Micah would say, '"Skiiiillllz."
After skating around the streets, we found ourselves in need of a remedy: more skating. Sweating like professionals, we drove to Sea Port Village - a beautiful strip of land upon a harbor. Rolling past the walking crowds, we rode to the harbor's edge. Ships on our left, rolling ocean on our right. This was truly turning out to be a beautiful day.
Riding back, we hopped in my lovely red car and drove to Coronado Island - a highlight of our day. The only way to get to Coronado is over a massive bridge. Just one way there... one way back.
To be continued...
As I watched the morning emerge, driving on the 5 freeway south (for two hours), I knew today was the day for escaping pressures of life for a single 15 hours of pure freedom, with my closest guys. My longest childhood friends.
Of course, at SOME point we had to take a wrong turn, right? I got off the wrong exit, around mid-point, only to discover a mysterious place actually called "Pirate's Cove." Hmm. Strange. Quickly back on route again...
We reached our first destination: Old Town San Diego. It felt like we were on the set of a cheesy Mexican film, passing through old buildings that resemble the Texas frontier of early years. But the food... ohhhh, the amazing food. Old Town Mexican Cafe is perhaps my favorite Mexican restaurant of all time. Sure, we couldn't afford "the good stuff" (plates with mounds of carnitas and pollo, bowls of avocado, baskets of hand-made tortillas), but even the less-expensive burritos and tortas were filling and satisfying like no other restaurant near home.
We then drove to the Gas Lamp District. Compare it to Old Town Pasadena - but grittier, more blocks, and a nice 5-story, outdoor mall. With street longboards under our feet, we cruised the streets as our feet pushed us wherever we wanted to go. Even though Micah fell off a few times, we all made it out alive. Mmm, there is seriously nothing like having a white chocolate mocha in my hand, a longboard to get me around, and no feelings of time running out or places I have to be. Even getting lost was fun! We lost our sense of direction and had to circle a few blocks before reaching our parking street again.
An eight story parking lot is a longboarder's dream. Smooth ground. Empty spaces in secluded areas. Downhill slopes, smoothing out into flat land, repeating its self over and over again. I was in heaven.
Now, a good downhill slope can only be tackled by "carving" a longboard. Much like surfing waves on cement, it's no easy task. Daring myself, I rode down a two-way hill, leading into the busy streets of the District. The other guys chickened out half-way, from the board speeding too naturally fast. I found the courage to reach the bottom - without getting run over by a car or shooting out in the street at the end of the hill. Yes, I can proudly boast of that and feel good about it. As Micah would say, '"Skiiiillllz."
After skating around the streets, we found ourselves in need of a remedy: more skating. Sweating like professionals, we drove to Sea Port Village - a beautiful strip of land upon a harbor. Rolling past the walking crowds, we rode to the harbor's edge. Ships on our left, rolling ocean on our right. This was truly turning out to be a beautiful day.
Riding back, we hopped in my lovely red car and drove to Coronado Island - a highlight of our day. The only way to get to Coronado is over a massive bridge. Just one way there... one way back.
To be continued...
Friday, March 20, 2009
Never Lose Heart
Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and rejoice in the hope of the glory of God." - Romans 5:1,2
By His grace we stand (and rejoice) in hope of God's glory. Knowing this goodness of God, we can stand faithfully in our belief (even when life is looking grim).
It is God who directs our lives, and if we cannot see many results in life, do not become discouraged. God grants us contentment, even without results.
We stand in hope of His glory. Faithfulness in Him.
Focusing on life's results can be a burden! So as I push past any results that aren't what I anticipate... I can do it for God's pleasure and for my Heavenly Father to smile. When I'm standing and rejoicing in the glory of God, my treasure is in heaven.
When we lose sight of our here-after, we lose heart.
When my faithfullness grows weak, and when things in life are uncertain, I know one things is for sure: that Jesus Christ loves me with amazing love. Even with all my "why's" and questions and "woes"... I know that my Lord loves me and holds what's BEST for me. That knowledge gives joy!
My life and periodic faithlessness really points me back to God's faithFULness.
As merely a man, what can I offer in life? Truly? Most of the time, we're confused, we're apologizing, and we're hopeless without our Lord's direction! What am I to offer?
Just remember, God loves the servant more than the service.
As God's own child, He wants me to grow properly - the way a child of God should grow. He loves me because He is in love with me.
How can I be faithful?
Because HE is faithful.
Yesterday, in the midst of my struggling day, I took evening time to run around my neighborhood's streets. Endless thoughts were in my head, wearing me down from all that entangles me. As I stopped jogging for a brief moment, I felt a cool, soft breeze hustle every tree around me - and all was quite in my head, except for these words, which ring true:
"Be sill, and know that I am God."
Look to the heavenly skies, and be still. Know that He is God.
By His grace we stand (and rejoice) in hope of God's glory. Knowing this goodness of God, we can stand faithfully in our belief (even when life is looking grim).
It is God who directs our lives, and if we cannot see many results in life, do not become discouraged. God grants us contentment, even without results.
We stand in hope of His glory. Faithfulness in Him.
Focusing on life's results can be a burden! So as I push past any results that aren't what I anticipate... I can do it for God's pleasure and for my Heavenly Father to smile. When I'm standing and rejoicing in the glory of God, my treasure is in heaven.
When we lose sight of our here-after, we lose heart.
When my faithfullness grows weak, and when things in life are uncertain, I know one things is for sure: that Jesus Christ loves me with amazing love. Even with all my "why's" and questions and "woes"... I know that my Lord loves me and holds what's BEST for me. That knowledge gives joy!
My life and periodic faithlessness really points me back to God's faithFULness.
As merely a man, what can I offer in life? Truly? Most of the time, we're confused, we're apologizing, and we're hopeless without our Lord's direction! What am I to offer?
Just remember, God loves the servant more than the service.
As God's own child, He wants me to grow properly - the way a child of God should grow. He loves me because He is in love with me.
How can I be faithful?
Because HE is faithful.
Yesterday, in the midst of my struggling day, I took evening time to run around my neighborhood's streets. Endless thoughts were in my head, wearing me down from all that entangles me. As I stopped jogging for a brief moment, I felt a cool, soft breeze hustle every tree around me - and all was quite in my head, except for these words, which ring true:
"Be sill, and know that I am God."
Look to the heavenly skies, and be still. Know that He is God.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Schooling...really something good?
School can be a brightening thing, if looked upon with abnormal eyes. The tendency, I truly feel, is for us (who attend school) to view our education with limited eye-sight.
It’s all about what we “get in return,” what “happens to us” – in the sense of an outcome.
Instead, I think we ought to try viewing school through the eyes of “what can I give?”
Everything changes now. Classes that are difficult suddenly become a challenge to the complacency of human nature’s laziness. Fear of poor grades suddenly rises to a pedestal that promotes “The Power is in the Hat” (as the common phrase goes). Tired and sleepy we may grow, but working hard is a trait very few can proudly boast of. Why not become the uncommon?
There is a balance, as is with everything in life. Must not go too far, to forget those qualities in us that REALLY count, in our Lord's eyes - nor, must we ever forget about giving our love each and every day to our utmost capacity . Those two things surpass all grades from a textbook. However, let us not grow weary of working hard on the field that is before us... so that we may later build our house upon it.
It’s all about what we “get in return,” what “happens to us” – in the sense of an outcome.
Instead, I think we ought to try viewing school through the eyes of “what can I give?”
Everything changes now. Classes that are difficult suddenly become a challenge to the complacency of human nature’s laziness. Fear of poor grades suddenly rises to a pedestal that promotes “The Power is in the Hat” (as the common phrase goes). Tired and sleepy we may grow, but working hard is a trait very few can proudly boast of. Why not become the uncommon?
There is a balance, as is with everything in life. Must not go too far, to forget those qualities in us that REALLY count, in our Lord's eyes - nor, must we ever forget about giving our love each and every day to our utmost capacity . Those two things surpass all grades from a textbook. However, let us not grow weary of working hard on the field that is before us... so that we may later build our house upon it.
Monday, March 16, 2009
The End of Something Special
There’s something quieting about leaving the school I work out, knowing it's shutting down.
Is the realization that I might not ever see some of my kids again?
Is it the chance of not returning to this work field?
Is it entering the unknown, from all my previous work experience, to possibly a bigger ocean (I’m nervous to swim in)?
Is it all the memories I hold, helping to shape kids’ lives?
Is it letting go of being part of all the fragile, important lives, I have come to cherish?
Each and every day… being there for them when they cry… correcting them, like a caring father, when they get out of line… encouraging them in their victories… seeing a side of their daily activites (that even some parents won’t see)… and most of all, making their day a better one.
I'll miss being able to make school something they look forward to.
From the kids that I first met, to the newest additions enrolled, I shall miss them all. I still remember meeting the first ones. Evan. Faith. Isaiah. Rachel. Cameron. Hmm. A season I’ll never forget.
It’s almost a bleak feeling, wondering if things will ever be the same as they once were. The correct answer? No, things will never be the same… no matter where I go.
Everything changes, yet, one thing still remains: the certainty of a new horizon.
Is the realization that I might not ever see some of my kids again?
Is it the chance of not returning to this work field?
Is it entering the unknown, from all my previous work experience, to possibly a bigger ocean (I’m nervous to swim in)?
Is it all the memories I hold, helping to shape kids’ lives?
Is it letting go of being part of all the fragile, important lives, I have come to cherish?
Each and every day… being there for them when they cry… correcting them, like a caring father, when they get out of line… encouraging them in their victories… seeing a side of their daily activites (that even some parents won’t see)… and most of all, making their day a better one.
I'll miss being able to make school something they look forward to.
From the kids that I first met, to the newest additions enrolled, I shall miss them all. I still remember meeting the first ones. Evan. Faith. Isaiah. Rachel. Cameron. Hmm. A season I’ll never forget.
It’s almost a bleak feeling, wondering if things will ever be the same as they once were. The correct answer? No, things will never be the same… no matter where I go.
Everything changes, yet, one thing still remains: the certainty of a new horizon.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sundays.
Sundays...
Sundays are hands-down the longest day of my week. Energy being burned up every hour. Singing my guts out. Playing multiple instruments. Dealing with people I don't know well. Enjoying my day with the best people in this world - my best friends. I have a family, at church, really... and church is my life.
There IS a side of Sundays that incorporates pure madness. Sure, everyday can bring such craziness, but nothing compared to a Sunday. Oh, the aromas of coffee, tempting me to have another cup. The chemistry of craziness, between my best dudes and me. This is what I get to live out every weekend!
Sundays are long days.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
One Day.
One day, I will stand at this spot, look at that same mountain... and all will be fulfilled within me - for me and my Disney desires. Why must Japan be so far away? *sigh*
Oh, sure, it costs money, takes time, and requires a bit of independence (that will eventually come) - but there is no reason to hold back the reality of traveling one day. It can happen. I dare even say: it will happen one day.
Even though Disneyland is a massive part of my life (always has been), a place such as Disney Tokyo Sea will live in my heart for reaching beyond our southern California limit. I've been to all four corners of the United States. The south. The East coast. Hawaii. The northern regions. Soon, a time a will come to step upon foreign countries.
I will be ready.
Riding Unknown Bicycles
So.
Someone left their bike in my daycare classroom, and it's been there all week. I'm assuming it belongs to a person from the church, and that person just assumes my classroom was the least important room out of the whole campus, haha... however, I don't mind, really. In fact, the kids decorated the bike with "My Little Pony's," so I'm sure the person will appreciate the upgrade.
I took it for a little spin, earlier this week. I think the kids thought I was nuts... and totally enjoyed it.
Someone left their bike in my daycare classroom, and it's been there all week. I'm assuming it belongs to a person from the church, and that person just assumes my classroom was the least important room out of the whole campus, haha... however, I don't mind, really. In fact, the kids decorated the bike with "My Little Pony's," so I'm sure the person will appreciate the upgrade.
I took it for a little spin, earlier this week. I think the kids thought I was nuts... and totally enjoyed it.
Monday, March 9, 2009
A Forgotten Outlook
Working with kids enables me to see a side of life so many people let go of. Even though parents have kids, family members have little siblings, and people often remember what it was like to be a kid... I get to live every day of the week with kids that surround me with a fresh, forgotten angle on life.
There's so much I could write about what they teach ME, but perhaps I'll save that for other blog entry. Bottom line is, the kids I work with often show ME a thing or two in life. They demonstrate an outlook on circumstances... that I tend to forget, at times.
For me, working at a school encourages me to become who I truly am, deep inside. Very few jobs can carry that weight. I watch all my kids at work... the good, the crazy, the hyper, the silly, the studious, and the funny... and I remember what it was like to be a kid, too. Life revolves around certain joys. Cool toys. Laughing. Starting "clubs." Drawing pictures. Watching animated films. (Wait, that sort of sounds like my life NOW - but even still!!!! You get the picture.)
There's so much I could write about what they teach ME, but perhaps I'll save that for other blog entry. Bottom line is, the kids I work with often show ME a thing or two in life. They demonstrate an outlook on circumstances... that I tend to forget, at times.
For me, working at a school encourages me to become who I truly am, deep inside. Very few jobs can carry that weight. I watch all my kids at work... the good, the crazy, the hyper, the silly, the studious, and the funny... and I remember what it was like to be a kid, too. Life revolves around certain joys. Cool toys. Laughing. Starting "clubs." Drawing pictures. Watching animated films. (Wait, that sort of sounds like my life NOW - but even still!!!! You get the picture.)
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Tonight.
Just saw the movie "Taken," on DVD, tonight. I always think to myself and wonder, "what kind of father will I be some day?" All I know, is after watching THAT movie, I am driven to be protective, sharp, and an awesome "kick-bottom" dad, like Liam Neeson. BIFF! POW! Seriously, that guy is the man. Dang. No one's gonna mess with my daughter. Huh-huh. Or I'll hunt 'em down. BLAM!!!
Why do action flicks want to make guys hit something?
(*punches pillow across room* HAHAA - take that!!!!)
Anyway. The end of a week has landed, once again! A good week, I might add. Of course, school is a continual spiral of concern... and work drains all my energy (from taking care of the most awesome kids ever)... but I sincerely enjoy my life. It's rewarding, though never easy.
By the way, I am seriously craving some "chile verde con huevos" at this time of night. Mmmm. Tengo hambre.
My thoughts tonight:
- Will I find the right job for me? Will that job be able to carry me into a full-time career? What AM I to do?? Will I be able to balance the needed things in life with a good hand? Can I make proud those who care?
- Why do worries always eat me away? Like a worm in an apple... or a termite in a garage.
- Why must my heart feel such a sudden drop over things that don't always deserve such sadness? Something is not right in me. I can be better. I will keep on trying.
Why do action flicks want to make guys hit something?
(*punches pillow across room* HAHAA - take that!!!!)
Anyway. The end of a week has landed, once again! A good week, I might add. Of course, school is a continual spiral of concern... and work drains all my energy (from taking care of the most awesome kids ever)... but I sincerely enjoy my life. It's rewarding, though never easy.
By the way, I am seriously craving some "chile verde con huevos" at this time of night. Mmmm. Tengo hambre.
My thoughts tonight:
- Will I find the right job for me? Will that job be able to carry me into a full-time career? What AM I to do?? Will I be able to balance the needed things in life with a good hand? Can I make proud those who care?
- Why do worries always eat me away? Like a worm in an apple... or a termite in a garage.
- Why must my heart feel such a sudden drop over things that don't always deserve such sadness? Something is not right in me. I can be better. I will keep on trying.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Verses From Psalm 119 For Today
“I will meditate on Your precepts, and contemplate Your ways, I will delight myself in Your statutes; I will not forget Your word.” Vs. 16
“Blessed are those who keep His testimonies, who seek Him with the whole heart!”Vs. 2
“I will praise You with uprightness of heart, when I learn Your righteous judgments. I will keep Your statutes; Oh, do not forsake me utterly!” Vs. 7,8
“Turn away my eyes from looking at worthless things, and revive me in Your way. Establish Your word to Your servant, Who is devoted to fearing You.” Vs. 37, 38
Lord, may everything that I do... be on the right course that YOU have for me. Have Your perfect will be done in ME today. Help me to seek You, and not grow weary; help me to praise You with uprightness of heart; help me to turn my eyes from this world and focus on what really matters in Your word. Your love and kindness is all I need to truly live. Thank you for being the God of all! You are worthy of my praise! I fear You, I love You, and I trust in You today.
“Blessed are those who keep His testimonies, who seek Him with the whole heart!”Vs. 2
“I will praise You with uprightness of heart, when I learn Your righteous judgments. I will keep Your statutes; Oh, do not forsake me utterly!” Vs. 7,8
“Turn away my eyes from looking at worthless things, and revive me in Your way. Establish Your word to Your servant, Who is devoted to fearing You.” Vs. 37, 38
Lord, may everything that I do... be on the right course that YOU have for me. Have Your perfect will be done in ME today. Help me to seek You, and not grow weary; help me to praise You with uprightness of heart; help me to turn my eyes from this world and focus on what really matters in Your word. Your love and kindness is all I need to truly live. Thank you for being the God of all! You are worthy of my praise! I fear You, I love You, and I trust in You today.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Strength for our Soul
The book of James talks about many issues that cause us to love God – and live better each day. This is what I learned today, from chapter one...
“Blessed is the man who endures temptation; for when he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.” (vs 12)
Blessed is the man who endures temptation. Hmm. I like that. We know that temptation comes in many formats, moments, sizes, and cunning displays. The biggest picture I see in my mind, when thinking of temptation, is Joseph running away from it.
I pray that I can “run” from the things that pull me in – or rather, that can pull me AWAY from God. I want to be bold enough to drop all things that weigh me down. I want to give up my way of thinking.
Giving into temptation not only hurts me, it can hurt others. Most of all, it hurts our Lord. When the temptation comes, I can either play dumb and pretend like I don’t have control, or I can run as Joseph ran – and become stronger, victorious, and give the glory to God.
“But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed. Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full grown, brings forth death. Do no be deceived…” (vs 14-16)
Sin begins with ME. My desires lead to temptation - if those desires are not the Lord’s. My desires lead to sin - if they are against the will of God. It is MY desires that bring forth temptation! It is from those desires that enticement comes! I crave to love God under trials, so much so, that no distraction will bring me down. Cause those distractions lead to sin.
As we know, sin is what we want to avoid at all costs. Sin is missing the mark.
“Therefore, lay aside ALL filthiness and overflow (abundance) of wickedness, and receive with meekness the implanted word, which is able to save your souls. But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves.” (vs 21-22)
Laying aside all filthiness is laying aside everything that is not of God. God is pure. God is love. God is Holy. God is perfect. “His ways above our own” should be the motto we repeat daily – and throughout each day. Being on our own, being with others, being in a moment when temptation can arise, being distracted, and even being unsure or afraid… we must live out “His way above our own.”
Receiving God’s Word, with meekness. Hmm. Realizing we don’t deserve His constant, never-failing love in our lives. Seeing His hand upon us, in spite of our shortcomings. Living lives that are bent towards Him. We are to receive His Word. Not just have it around for when we feel like it. Not even just for READING. We are to RECEIVE it, to accept it, and to allow a cultivating change in us.
“But he who looks into the perfect law of liberty and continues in it, and is not a forgetful hearer but a doer of the work, this one will be blessed in what he does. If anyone among you thinks he is religious, and does not bridle his tongue but deceives in his own heart, the one’s religion is useless.” (vs 25, 26)
Wow. What a powerful statement. By considering ourselves to be “right on with God,” and not holding back our tongue, but rather, deceiving our own heart… our religion is useless. God holds a standard. His love, arms, and mercy are forever strong , holding us close. However, we must not cheapen His grace. We must not persuade ourselves to be doing “okay.” If our lives do not make us uncomfortable, then I pray we do not become complacent.
To avoid being useless for the Lord, to avoid living in the red-zone of life, we ought to pick up our cross… deny ourselves… and not be branded with this world. Reading and praying are essentials. Obeying is key. Trusting is needed. Not quiting is right. Never taking a break of reaching towards Godly passion is our motivation. Putting ourselves last…that is love.
Being a doer of the Word is one of those phrases we hear quite often. It’s almost a common-knowledge fact, amongst believers in Christ. But is it a reality for us? Is it a practiced truth about our lives? Can other people see us – and say that we are doers of the Word of God? Sure, we can hear it, we can hold it,and we can even memorize it… but unless we DO it, what good is having it merely in our heads?
How do we become doers of the Word? By putting in the time to practice what we ought to. We are meant to live for something bigger than us – bigger than our emotions. By creating space in our lives to read the Word, to pray upon it, and to ask for God’s will to be done, may we spark a supreme love for Him.
“…keep oneself unspotted from the world.” (vs 27)
To keep ourselves unspotted from the world is tough. Let us not forget, however, although we are IN the world , we not of OF it. We belong to a higher calling – the upward call of Christ Jesus. We are His sons and daughters, going against the flow of everyone else. He will be honored. We can lay down our lives for His sake. We don’t have to be comfortable. In fact, we shouldn’t be.
So much to consider. So much to process. So much to apply! But really… it’s nothing we can’t handle, with God’s power. It takes each day of our lives. And THAT is encouraging. Walking with God is not a college class, where we only have a matter of days to get our homework done . We have our entire lives. We have His entire mercy. We have His sacrifice on the cross, which enables us to come to our Father at any time. We have His entire plan and ability, in the Word of God. We have each other to come to and press onward, making all things worthy.
Let’s press onward. Let’s not give up. Let’s always be doing better. Let’s “receive with meekness the implanted Word, which is about to save” our lives. Let’s live another day, another week, with victory.
Let’s have nothing else blocking our way for having supreme love for Christ.
“Blessed is the man who endures temptation; for when he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.” (vs 12)
Blessed is the man who endures temptation. Hmm. I like that. We know that temptation comes in many formats, moments, sizes, and cunning displays. The biggest picture I see in my mind, when thinking of temptation, is Joseph running away from it.
I pray that I can “run” from the things that pull me in – or rather, that can pull me AWAY from God. I want to be bold enough to drop all things that weigh me down. I want to give up my way of thinking.
Giving into temptation not only hurts me, it can hurt others. Most of all, it hurts our Lord. When the temptation comes, I can either play dumb and pretend like I don’t have control, or I can run as Joseph ran – and become stronger, victorious, and give the glory to God.
“But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed. Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full grown, brings forth death. Do no be deceived…” (vs 14-16)
Sin begins with ME. My desires lead to temptation - if those desires are not the Lord’s. My desires lead to sin - if they are against the will of God. It is MY desires that bring forth temptation! It is from those desires that enticement comes! I crave to love God under trials, so much so, that no distraction will bring me down. Cause those distractions lead to sin.
As we know, sin is what we want to avoid at all costs. Sin is missing the mark.
“Therefore, lay aside ALL filthiness and overflow (abundance) of wickedness, and receive with meekness the implanted word, which is able to save your souls. But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves.” (vs 21-22)
Laying aside all filthiness is laying aside everything that is not of God. God is pure. God is love. God is Holy. God is perfect. “His ways above our own” should be the motto we repeat daily – and throughout each day. Being on our own, being with others, being in a moment when temptation can arise, being distracted, and even being unsure or afraid… we must live out “His way above our own.”
Receiving God’s Word, with meekness. Hmm. Realizing we don’t deserve His constant, never-failing love in our lives. Seeing His hand upon us, in spite of our shortcomings. Living lives that are bent towards Him. We are to receive His Word. Not just have it around for when we feel like it. Not even just for READING. We are to RECEIVE it, to accept it, and to allow a cultivating change in us.
“But he who looks into the perfect law of liberty and continues in it, and is not a forgetful hearer but a doer of the work, this one will be blessed in what he does. If anyone among you thinks he is religious, and does not bridle his tongue but deceives in his own heart, the one’s religion is useless.” (vs 25, 26)
Wow. What a powerful statement. By considering ourselves to be “right on with God,” and not holding back our tongue, but rather, deceiving our own heart… our religion is useless. God holds a standard. His love, arms, and mercy are forever strong , holding us close. However, we must not cheapen His grace. We must not persuade ourselves to be doing “okay.” If our lives do not make us uncomfortable, then I pray we do not become complacent.
To avoid being useless for the Lord, to avoid living in the red-zone of life, we ought to pick up our cross… deny ourselves… and not be branded with this world. Reading and praying are essentials. Obeying is key. Trusting is needed. Not quiting is right. Never taking a break of reaching towards Godly passion is our motivation. Putting ourselves last…that is love.
Being a doer of the Word is one of those phrases we hear quite often. It’s almost a common-knowledge fact, amongst believers in Christ. But is it a reality for us? Is it a practiced truth about our lives? Can other people see us – and say that we are doers of the Word of God? Sure, we can hear it, we can hold it,and we can even memorize it… but unless we DO it, what good is having it merely in our heads?
How do we become doers of the Word? By putting in the time to practice what we ought to. We are meant to live for something bigger than us – bigger than our emotions. By creating space in our lives to read the Word, to pray upon it, and to ask for God’s will to be done, may we spark a supreme love for Him.
“…keep oneself unspotted from the world.” (vs 27)
To keep ourselves unspotted from the world is tough. Let us not forget, however, although we are IN the world , we not of OF it. We belong to a higher calling – the upward call of Christ Jesus. We are His sons and daughters, going against the flow of everyone else. He will be honored. We can lay down our lives for His sake. We don’t have to be comfortable. In fact, we shouldn’t be.
So much to consider. So much to process. So much to apply! But really… it’s nothing we can’t handle, with God’s power. It takes each day of our lives. And THAT is encouraging. Walking with God is not a college class, where we only have a matter of days to get our homework done . We have our entire lives. We have His entire mercy. We have His sacrifice on the cross, which enables us to come to our Father at any time. We have His entire plan and ability, in the Word of God. We have each other to come to and press onward, making all things worthy.
Let’s press onward. Let’s not give up. Let’s always be doing better. Let’s “receive with meekness the implanted Word, which is about to save” our lives. Let’s live another day, another week, with victory.
Let’s have nothing else blocking our way for having supreme love for Christ.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
His Way Over Our Own
Keeping what's important for growth as our first, top priority... this is what we need. This is what we want in our hearts. This what brings us joy, peace, and a proper path of integrity in all things.
So what is important? Doing God's Word.
What does God's Word say about life? Well, read it to find out.
What will happen, as a result of reading? Over time, as you KEEP seeking Him, your thoughts will become His thoughts... your wants will become His desires... and your life will be bent towards doing what is right in all things. Pray for this to be so - and not just a one time deal. Over and over again. Believe in the God who made the universe, the God who holds your breath in His hand. Don't doubt.
Where do we begin to find our answers? Pray for Him to show you what you need to learn, and begin reading until you find instruction. Psalms. The Gospels. Life examples of Godly men (and women). Proverbs for wisdom. Don't stop. It may take minutes. It may take a course of hours, spread throughout your day. It may take weeks. But don't give up. Learn how to live. Practice it. Try challenging yourself to do God's commands - in all areas.
Bottom line: read the Word always.
Wake up to it, walk with it, eat with it, share it as you talk, and let it become the threads in life that keep you from falling apart at the seams.
Psalm 101:2-3
"I will behave wisely in a perfect way. Oh, when will You come to me? I will walk within my house with a perfect heart.
I will set nothing wicked before my eyes; I hate the work of those who fall away; It shall not cling to me."
Let this be our prayer.
So what is important? Doing God's Word.
What does God's Word say about life? Well, read it to find out.
What will happen, as a result of reading? Over time, as you KEEP seeking Him, your thoughts will become His thoughts... your wants will become His desires... and your life will be bent towards doing what is right in all things. Pray for this to be so - and not just a one time deal. Over and over again. Believe in the God who made the universe, the God who holds your breath in His hand. Don't doubt.
Where do we begin to find our answers? Pray for Him to show you what you need to learn, and begin reading until you find instruction. Psalms. The Gospels. Life examples of Godly men (and women). Proverbs for wisdom. Don't stop. It may take minutes. It may take a course of hours, spread throughout your day. It may take weeks. But don't give up. Learn how to live. Practice it. Try challenging yourself to do God's commands - in all areas.
Bottom line: read the Word always.
Wake up to it, walk with it, eat with it, share it as you talk, and let it become the threads in life that keep you from falling apart at the seams.
Psalm 101:2-3
"I will behave wisely in a perfect way. Oh, when will You come to me? I will walk within my house with a perfect heart.
I will set nothing wicked before my eyes; I hate the work of those who fall away; It shall not cling to me."
Let this be our prayer.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
This Week's Adventures at Work
"What is a Badabee?"
Skittles made into characters. Badabee's are my own creation, created for improvising stories for my kids at work.
In fact, my "lil' sis" and I even made our very own theme song for these favored creatures. It's become quite a hit around campus too.
Isaiah is perhaps the one of my favorite kids to talk to. We hit it off so well - and for that, I'm thankful. Yesterday, he and I made our very own Star Wars picture book. Oh yeah. It's pretty epic. Sure, General Grevious isn't quite to scale-size, and of course, the ships aren't really THAT small... but the book has some amazing action in it. In fact, I think George Lucas should take a personal look at it.
Along the crazy adventures I have with Faith, at the end of the day, she and I discovered a room the church uses for youth group. It's become our new hangout pad - complete with foozeball table, Basketball hoops (carnival style), a coffee shop and kitchen, beanbag-chairs and bookshelves, a ping-pong table... seriously, this room is like Oz, compared to the rest of the school campus!! Not to mention... they have a stage with instruments. So Faith and I decided to start our own band. We have no name. We no other instruments other than drums. We have no clue what we're doing. We have no real talent. But we have all fun.
Skittles made into characters. Badabee's are my own creation, created for improvising stories for my kids at work.
In fact, my "lil' sis" and I even made our very own theme song for these favored creatures. It's become quite a hit around campus too.
Isaiah is perhaps the one of my favorite kids to talk to. We hit it off so well - and for that, I'm thankful. Yesterday, he and I made our very own Star Wars picture book. Oh yeah. It's pretty epic. Sure, General Grevious isn't quite to scale-size, and of course, the ships aren't really THAT small... but the book has some amazing action in it. In fact, I think George Lucas should take a personal look at it.
Along the crazy adventures I have with Faith, at the end of the day, she and I discovered a room the church uses for youth group. It's become our new hangout pad - complete with foozeball table, Basketball hoops (carnival style), a coffee shop and kitchen, beanbag-chairs and bookshelves, a ping-pong table... seriously, this room is like Oz, compared to the rest of the school campus!! Not to mention... they have a stage with instruments. So Faith and I decided to start our own band. We have no name. We no other instruments other than drums. We have no clue what we're doing. We have no real talent. But we have all fun.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Rejoice To The Extent That You Partake
“Therefore, since Christ suffered for us in the flesh,
arm yourselves also with the same mind,
for he who has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin,
that he no longer should live the rest of his time in the flesh
for the lusts of men, but for the will of God…
But the end of all things is at hand;
therefore be serious and watchful in your prayers.
And above all things have fervent love for one another,
for "love will cover a multitude of sins"…
Be hospitable to one another without grumbling.
As each one has received a gift,
minister it to one another,
as good stewards of the manifold grace of God…
Beloved, do not think it strange
concerning the fiery trial which is to try you,
as though some strange thing happened to you;
but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ's sufferings,
that when His glory is revealed,
you may also be glad with exceeding joy.”
1 Peter 4 1:2, 7-10, 12-13,
arm yourselves also with the same mind,
for he who has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin,
that he no longer should live the rest of his time in the flesh
for the lusts of men, but for the will of God…
But the end of all things is at hand;
therefore be serious and watchful in your prayers.
And above all things have fervent love for one another,
for "love will cover a multitude of sins"…
Be hospitable to one another without grumbling.
As each one has received a gift,
minister it to one another,
as good stewards of the manifold grace of God…
Beloved, do not think it strange
concerning the fiery trial which is to try you,
as though some strange thing happened to you;
but rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ's sufferings,
that when His glory is revealed,
you may also be glad with exceeding joy.”
1 Peter 4 1:2, 7-10, 12-13,
Monday, February 23, 2009
Seeing the Invisible
“Therefore, we do not lose heart.
Even though our outward man is perishing,
yet the inward man is being renewed day by day.
For our light affliction, which is but for a moment,
is working for us a far more exeeding and eternal weight of glory,
while we do not look at the things which are seen,
but the things which are unseen.
For the things which are seen are temporary,
but the things which are not seen are eternal.”
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
Even though our outward man is perishing,
yet the inward man is being renewed day by day.
For our light affliction, which is but for a moment,
is working for us a far more exeeding and eternal weight of glory,
while we do not look at the things which are seen,
but the things which are unseen.
For the things which are seen are temporary,
but the things which are not seen are eternal.”
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Working Hard.
Sand in my shoes. Swings flying high. Snapshots from a fun day. Creating fake "throw-up." Ah, the joys of having an awesome day at work.
I had a really fun day with all my kids today. I was able to help them with homework; we got plenty of exercise from from running around; we began a new, HIT coloring contest (draw your favorite Pokemon); and at the end of the day, Faith and I made our very own barf-concoction.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Another Semester.
"I gotta do better this time, I gotta do better this year," I kept telling myself repeatedly. "It'll work out. It's another chance to give my all." Desiring to do well in school is a deep swirl inside my stomach, causing me to live-out my certain determination.
The morning chill struck my face, awakening my senses to a new day. As I walked around the familiar campus, the same buildings greeted me with their gloomy hello. I see the same morning glisten, as before. Same quiet pathways. Same peaceful stillness before a mad rush of uncertain young-adults flood like cattle. Same as years before. Almost an hour early, I was thankful for bringing my Bible, as I sat indoors, staring at a wall of modern art. Psalm 97 was on my lap, and the words sing to me still.
Overall, I am entirely satisfied with my teachers, my class-times, and my subjects. Time at school may be spread out a while, but I am allowed more room to focus without experiencing a brain meltdown. I trust what God has for me. It may not make sense to me, right now. I may not even SEE what doesn't make sense to me! But I do see this: open skies, that remind me of God's never-ending love. I see a path I'm charting. Although my path is unknown...it is not uncertain. For I am certain my life will be unfolded by the hands of my Maker - which causes me to crumble in humility and submit myself to His voice. Praise Him for it all.
The morning chill struck my face, awakening my senses to a new day. As I walked around the familiar campus, the same buildings greeted me with their gloomy hello. I see the same morning glisten, as before. Same quiet pathways. Same peaceful stillness before a mad rush of uncertain young-adults flood like cattle. Same as years before. Almost an hour early, I was thankful for bringing my Bible, as I sat indoors, staring at a wall of modern art. Psalm 97 was on my lap, and the words sing to me still.
Overall, I am entirely satisfied with my teachers, my class-times, and my subjects. Time at school may be spread out a while, but I am allowed more room to focus without experiencing a brain meltdown. I trust what God has for me. It may not make sense to me, right now. I may not even SEE what doesn't make sense to me! But I do see this: open skies, that remind me of God's never-ending love. I see a path I'm charting. Although my path is unknown...it is not uncertain. For I am certain my life will be unfolded by the hands of my Maker - which causes me to crumble in humility and submit myself to His voice. Praise Him for it all.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Realizing. Reaching. Really Living.
As I was talking on the phone to Javi last night, we discussed the reality of where we're at in life right now. Gone are the days that encounter a certain freedom - a peculiar, carefree manner - that I have no desire for anymore.
All the things that once filled my life are no longer available or visible. Strange, isn't it? How time moves on? It's concept that rings true when looked upon in hindsight.
I stare at my life today, as I'm fighting to do what's right in all areas. I stand in a much better light than I ever have. It glows with hope. It CAN become dim, at times, from feeling that I fight alone... but then, a close-by spark comes into view. The spark triggers an illumination for everything I need, and I realize, I'm not alone.
Becoming a young man of God isn't always easy - and there's plenty of speed humps along the road. In fact, sometimes, current life is simply defined as "tough." But God is not the author of confusion. Nor is my Lord too weak, too busy, or too stubborn (as I am) to empower me.
So where am I at NOW? Having turned 21, someone asked me if I feel any different. For the first time in my life, I answered "yes." Why? Because I can see a distinct line...separating myself from the past stages of my life.
There's always childhood to pre-teen. Then hits the teen-to-older-teen stage. As for me... those stages have come and gone. Now, the remaining future is unwritten and undeclared as ANYTHING yet! I can declare my past years as "This" or "That" - having been there. Now, I can only live out with passion, give my entire best in life, and allow God to be the author of my story. May He continue to guide and plant seeds in me, so I may bear much fruit.
A person is not defined by the digits of their existence.
Maturity is the measuring stick to which I size a person. And I pray, with all my might, that I might be "measured" as tall - in who I am.
Obviously, new joys have come in to my life and flow abundantly; however, looking back when times were without the cares of today... and they were without the duties I shadow wherever I go... yes, they were fun - but I wouldn't live it again. Nor do I crave it now.
My life is filled with goals that are yet to be tasted in fulfilment, realities that cause my smile to widen, truths that cause me to better myself, close guys that are more than just "pals" - but rather, my best friends that I can come to for anything... and most of all, I have my Redeemer who overflows His love to me, causing me to love Him back with every breath I take.
I like where I'm at in life. That's an understatement. At the same time, I don't want to stay here - and I'm not comfortable with where I'm at - only because I desire to grow and be better, and better, through the power that comes from above. I will keep reaching out.
Constantly on the move. Never going back. Looking with anticipation at what lies ahead. This is me.
I am about to embark on a daily journey that leads to me to eternity. How will I live it? With every ounce of focus to come out victorious.
All the things that once filled my life are no longer available or visible. Strange, isn't it? How time moves on? It's concept that rings true when looked upon in hindsight.
I stare at my life today, as I'm fighting to do what's right in all areas. I stand in a much better light than I ever have. It glows with hope. It CAN become dim, at times, from feeling that I fight alone... but then, a close-by spark comes into view. The spark triggers an illumination for everything I need, and I realize, I'm not alone.
Becoming a young man of God isn't always easy - and there's plenty of speed humps along the road. In fact, sometimes, current life is simply defined as "tough." But God is not the author of confusion. Nor is my Lord too weak, too busy, or too stubborn (as I am) to empower me.
So where am I at NOW? Having turned 21, someone asked me if I feel any different. For the first time in my life, I answered "yes." Why? Because I can see a distinct line...separating myself from the past stages of my life.
There's always childhood to pre-teen. Then hits the teen-to-older-teen stage. As for me... those stages have come and gone. Now, the remaining future is unwritten and undeclared as ANYTHING yet! I can declare my past years as "This" or "That" - having been there. Now, I can only live out with passion, give my entire best in life, and allow God to be the author of my story. May He continue to guide and plant seeds in me, so I may bear much fruit.
A person is not defined by the digits of their existence.
Maturity is the measuring stick to which I size a person. And I pray, with all my might, that I might be "measured" as tall - in who I am.
Obviously, new joys have come in to my life and flow abundantly; however, looking back when times were without the cares of today... and they were without the duties I shadow wherever I go... yes, they were fun - but I wouldn't live it again. Nor do I crave it now.
My life is filled with goals that are yet to be tasted in fulfilment, realities that cause my smile to widen, truths that cause me to better myself, close guys that are more than just "pals" - but rather, my best friends that I can come to for anything... and most of all, I have my Redeemer who overflows His love to me, causing me to love Him back with every breath I take.
I like where I'm at in life. That's an understatement. At the same time, I don't want to stay here - and I'm not comfortable with where I'm at - only because I desire to grow and be better, and better, through the power that comes from above. I will keep reaching out.
Constantly on the move. Never going back. Looking with anticipation at what lies ahead. This is me.
I am about to embark on a daily journey that leads to me to eternity. How will I live it? With every ounce of focus to come out victorious.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Not A Very Good Day.
Some would call it a failure of a day... but I call it just plain TIRING.
We drove up to the snow, leaving at 8:00am - and all events that followed were a spiral of disappointment. Some of the main disappointments? Not having chains. Hardly a good thing to lack, when driving through snow-covered mountains. After brutal traffic, and being warned from the sheriff (more like a mall cop), we were forced to back down and buy chains. It just so happened, the closest general store was out of the chain size we needed. Cold temperatures. Frozen doors on the outhouse. Lack of chains. Yeah, we were bummed from the start.
Our raggedy team of four traveled far down the mountain to a lower, local shop - where apparently they sell jerky that's famous around the world. (Who would have known?) Finally, we bought our chains AT LAST! Tested 'em out, and drove back up the mountain. A strangely familiar local now... every turn was memorized, it seemed.
Once we reached our buddy "sheriff" again, we installed our tire-chains. Bearing the burning freeze on our greasy fingers, and carrying a good attitude of that little engine that could..."I think I can, I think I can..." we thought our journey was finally about making progress. Until...
Our back tire-chain busted, right as we took off driving. The rear, left chain SNAPPED like a snake filled with firecrackers. Now what? The other car was in the distance, and Dennis and I were left to fend for ourselves. Great. Fingers felt more like frozen fish sticks, trying to repair our chains on the side of the road. Mud-flavored slushies were being thrown at us from the passing of nearby cars. Not what we had in mind.
I ran to the sheriff and borrowed the tools from his truck, and attempts were made to fix the tire-chains. Attempts. Eventually, Dennis and I had to rest our hands and backs, praying for some hope in the day. Sadly, I had to call my work. I was not going to make it.
When Diego came back to us, everything was found to be a waste that day. The retreat center was so snowed-in, our purpose of unloading food for the weekend was no longer valid. It was time to go home. We were supposed to be home at 1:00. We were still up there at 1:30pm, at 7,000 feet elevation, and we were cold, hungry, hurting on our hands, and without chains.
We ate food at the nearest restaurant at the bottom of the mountain. A&W, baby. All American fast food. Okay, so it tasted like Styrofoam and rubber gloves, but heck - we were so hungry, even our double cheeseburgers seemed like scrumptious Iron Chief creations.
At least we took some nice photos of what COULD HAVE been our winter retreat this weekend... emphasize "COULD HAVE" been.
At the end of the day, as I looked at my reflection in the car mirror... I thought to myself: "a day is only as good as I make it. I won't ruin this one by a bad attitude. When I reflect on things, in hindsight or in current moments, it's up to me how I will carry on."
So what did I learn from today? That stressful days, disappointment, and spending a waste of time, can been seen from a good perspective. Much like the sun, shining as a million flashlights through mountain trees... there's always a bright side when things are looking shady.
We drove up to the snow, leaving at 8:00am - and all events that followed were a spiral of disappointment. Some of the main disappointments? Not having chains. Hardly a good thing to lack, when driving through snow-covered mountains. After brutal traffic, and being warned from the sheriff (more like a mall cop), we were forced to back down and buy chains. It just so happened, the closest general store was out of the chain size we needed. Cold temperatures. Frozen doors on the outhouse. Lack of chains. Yeah, we were bummed from the start.
Our raggedy team of four traveled far down the mountain to a lower, local shop - where apparently they sell jerky that's famous around the world. (Who would have known?) Finally, we bought our chains AT LAST! Tested 'em out, and drove back up the mountain. A strangely familiar local now... every turn was memorized, it seemed.
Once we reached our buddy "sheriff" again, we installed our tire-chains. Bearing the burning freeze on our greasy fingers, and carrying a good attitude of that little engine that could..."I think I can, I think I can..." we thought our journey was finally about making progress. Until...
Our back tire-chain busted, right as we took off driving. The rear, left chain SNAPPED like a snake filled with firecrackers. Now what? The other car was in the distance, and Dennis and I were left to fend for ourselves. Great. Fingers felt more like frozen fish sticks, trying to repair our chains on the side of the road. Mud-flavored slushies were being thrown at us from the passing of nearby cars. Not what we had in mind.
I ran to the sheriff and borrowed the tools from his truck, and attempts were made to fix the tire-chains. Attempts. Eventually, Dennis and I had to rest our hands and backs, praying for some hope in the day. Sadly, I had to call my work. I was not going to make it.
When Diego came back to us, everything was found to be a waste that day. The retreat center was so snowed-in, our purpose of unloading food for the weekend was no longer valid. It was time to go home. We were supposed to be home at 1:00. We were still up there at 1:30pm, at 7,000 feet elevation, and we were cold, hungry, hurting on our hands, and without chains.
We ate food at the nearest restaurant at the bottom of the mountain. A&W, baby. All American fast food. Okay, so it tasted like Styrofoam and rubber gloves, but heck - we were so hungry, even our double cheeseburgers seemed like scrumptious Iron Chief creations.
At least we took some nice photos of what COULD HAVE been our winter retreat this weekend... emphasize "COULD HAVE" been.
At the end of the day, as I looked at my reflection in the car mirror... I thought to myself: "a day is only as good as I make it. I won't ruin this one by a bad attitude. When I reflect on things, in hindsight or in current moments, it's up to me how I will carry on."
So what did I learn from today? That stressful days, disappointment, and spending a waste of time, can been seen from a good perspective. Much like the sun, shining as a million flashlights through mountain trees... there's always a bright side when things are looking shady.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Life of Best Friends pt. 3
Documentation is a superb way to channel your life. It's a way of living I strongly uphold.
However, have you ever filmed videos with a sibling or an old friend... and when you look back upon the films, you wonder, "What the heck was I thinking at the time?"
I often have that thought, humorously!
In the year 2007, I made a series of WEBISODES, for absolutely no reason; and they were fantastic! Mischief. Memories. Magnificent moments captured on film.
I look back upon them, and consider that I'm still willing to make more for each year - but then, a slight dose of reality hits. Time has moved on since then. Some things have changed in life - time, responsibilities, money, heck... even our faces. Some times of freedom can never be brought back again. However, that not does stop one from remembering such past days, and smiling upon them.
Who knows, maybe another series of films about my year will come with time.
In the meantime, enjoy part two of the Spring Break Series. See what happens when Javi and I attend Disneyland as a duo, for a morning of acting a bit stupid... and making soap opera actors look like Academy Award winners.
However, have you ever filmed videos with a sibling or an old friend... and when you look back upon the films, you wonder, "What the heck was I thinking at the time?"
I often have that thought, humorously!
In the year 2007, I made a series of WEBISODES, for absolutely no reason; and they were fantastic! Mischief. Memories. Magnificent moments captured on film.
I look back upon them, and consider that I'm still willing to make more for each year - but then, a slight dose of reality hits. Time has moved on since then. Some things have changed in life - time, responsibilities, money, heck... even our faces. Some times of freedom can never be brought back again. However, that not does stop one from remembering such past days, and smiling upon them.
Who knows, maybe another series of films about my year will come with time.
In the meantime, enjoy part two of the Spring Break Series. See what happens when Javi and I attend Disneyland as a duo, for a morning of acting a bit stupid... and making soap opera actors look like Academy Award winners.
Monday, February 9, 2009
21.
I enjoyed this weekend immensely, in spite of feeling quite sick. Friends that I love dearly, fun gatherings of being free, and food that'll make your mouth memorize savory flavors... all combine as a delightful treat, in my year's beginning. Saturday was (by far) one of the best times I've have in a long time. Nothing went wrong, nothing was out of place, and everything was joyous. The hang out was a crack-up; the length of day was perfect; and everyone I spent time with is somebody I love in a personal way. For once, I'm actually speechless - except to say - taking a step forward, on my timeline this year, was a day I'll always remember and smile upon.
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Friday, February 6, 2009
A Good Ending
The sun broke out, shedding a bright glow over the wet pavement, as the song from "Annie" rang in my head. Yes, indeed, the sun will come out. Bet your bottom dollar.
It ended up being a successful week - although, not exactly an easy one. The rainy days at work were non-stressful; the new youth-band had their first night of performing (Thur) - and I am so proud of them for their fantastic job; practice with my aunt Virgie (for Sunday night) finally came together AND sounds very satisfying; the initial heartache, once felt from the start of the week, feels more like hope. Thank the Maker for it all.
Last night, I was engulfed in a battle - a battle between best friends. The rain was spitting hard on my face, in the night's darkness. The moon glowed ever so dim, as two guns were firing all around me. I grabbed the nearest PVC pipe and began to swing at Javi; meanwhile, Matt was shooting directly at my face. Oh, the joy of being boys (and having air-soft guns).
Today is the celebration for my birthday. I'm turning 21, and I feel like I don't want to. Alas, the timeline of my life stretches another mark, during this cold month. However, I look forward to (not only) being with people I love most, but also... getting another chance to reach into the future with brightest hopes. Thankfully, those people are by my side. I love them all.
BE FREE.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Hope.
Hope. It's the smile within our mind that drive our hearts to its goal.
Sure, we drive fast, hoping our car will make a two-minute difference, by going ten miles over the speed limit. Or often, we hope that our mother's food will taste as good as it smells. Frequently, we hope for clouds to part with no rain. Our fathers hope for their favorite football team to win. Students hope to get good grades. We hope to not die on a roller coaster, screaming like little girls at a Jonas concert.
But there is a hope inside of me that reaches far beyond a mediocre level of not getting sunburn in August. It doesn't belong to the category of a "chance." It drives my actions daily. It restrains me, when necessary. It pushes over the edge, speechless and breathless. It causes my heart to leap with smiles.
This hope is a path to a fulfillment only time will bring. Emptiness will no longer be the air I breath. Longing will transform into loving with every day that comes. Any current love inside of me will shape into a longtime fulfillment.
Just as the words sung by Francesca Battistelli, "..and I can't imagine anything, anything better than someday soon..."
This is my point of view... and I intend to hold on to it firmly.
The Life of Best Friends pt. 2
Not every friendship is as cute as "The Fox and the Hound." Often at times, it feels more like an intense skateboarding competition - where danger, thrills, and constantly holding your breath is the true nature of living. Sometimes, that analogy relates to physically, as well.
Matt and I grew up together. We're a motorcycle and sidecar. Easter eggs and candy. Fried chicken and waffles. Sticky gum and a tennis shoe. We are a dynamic duo of almost doing everything together. Ever seen a little sister tag along with her big brother... or sons giving some good punches to each other? That is Matt and me. We are completely and entirely real with each other. Speed Racer and Racer X. Batman and Robin.
On Tuesdays, he'll meet me at my work so we can ride to church together. See the posted video below, to catch a small glimpse of our... ways... of keeping ourselves entertained.
Matt and I grew up together. We're a motorcycle and sidecar. Easter eggs and candy. Fried chicken and waffles. Sticky gum and a tennis shoe. We are a dynamic duo of almost doing everything together. Ever seen a little sister tag along with her big brother... or sons giving some good punches to each other? That is Matt and me. We are completely and entirely real with each other. Speed Racer and Racer X. Batman and Robin.
On Tuesdays, he'll meet me at my work so we can ride to church together. See the posted video below, to catch a small glimpse of our... ways... of keeping ourselves entertained.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The Life of Best Friends pt. 1
A good friendship is like baking a cookie - it requires a bit of sweetness, a bit of mixing, quite some pounding, a touch of softness, and bit of heat to test it true.
Javi and I grew up together. Yes, we've done pretty much everything imaginable to live life to the fullest - as far as kids go. From our matching swimming trunks at Raging Waters, endless Super Nintendo days, pretending we were bad, grade-A skaters, to playing at the park (which we still do, from time to time), dressing up in costumes for no particular reason, to getting scared of the dark (uh, this still happens as well)... I've come to learn that everything and anything is better with a best friend.
One thing is for certain, when Javi and I are spending time on any day: sanity is rare.
In every group of friends, there is a leader, and a follower. Although I tend to wear a paper hat of the leader, Javi and I typically share equal interests...equal amounts of getting trouble... and equal amounts of thinking precisely the same way. So who's to blame for the insanity? We are.
It's a given fact of life, that over time, friends will come and go. Thankfully, I can say: we haven't gone anywhere.
Enjoy the video I made, below, as I will hopefully continue to post more.
Javi and I grew up together. Yes, we've done pretty much everything imaginable to live life to the fullest - as far as kids go. From our matching swimming trunks at Raging Waters, endless Super Nintendo days, pretending we were bad, grade-A skaters, to playing at the park (which we still do, from time to time), dressing up in costumes for no particular reason, to getting scared of the dark (uh, this still happens as well)... I've come to learn that everything and anything is better with a best friend.
One thing is for certain, when Javi and I are spending time on any day: sanity is rare.
In every group of friends, there is a leader, and a follower. Although I tend to wear a paper hat of the leader, Javi and I typically share equal interests...equal amounts of getting trouble... and equal amounts of thinking precisely the same way. So who's to blame for the insanity? We are.
It's a given fact of life, that over time, friends will come and go. Thankfully, I can say: we haven't gone anywhere.
Enjoy the video I made, below, as I will hopefully continue to post more.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Japan Has All The Cool Stuff
With my beating heart for blogs, inside of my daily-websites routine, the site listed below is definitely a favorite. Add that to my enthusiasm for all things Disney (especially "Wall-E"), and a desire to travel elsewhere apart from the US, and this is the article is just spot-on for me.
http://disneyandmore.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-of-wall-e-tokyo-exhibit-exclusive.html
Hope you enjoy it too!
- Jimi
(I took the above picture, as my parents drove in LA. You can picture my girl-ish scream and brightened eyes, as we drove by it.)
Monday, February 2, 2009
For Pondering...
It may seem impossible to accomplish, for our human minds... and it requires a greater strength that I do not possess... but to swim against the current of selfishness is to choose the right path.
"My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing." - James 1:2-4
Questions for asking myself today:
- What is my heart being drawn towards?
- Is there a way to become stronger, in Godly character, by what I'm doing?
- Does what I want to do always glorify God? Then, what can I do to glorify Him?
- Am I praising God, no matter what?
"Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I shall return there. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken way; blessed be the name of the LORD.' In all this Job did not sin nor charge God with wrong." - Job1:21-22
"Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak." - Matt 26:41
- Will I become a tool of Satan or an instrument of God?
"My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing." - James 1:2-4
Questions for asking myself today:
- What is my heart being drawn towards?
- Is there a way to become stronger, in Godly character, by what I'm doing?
- Does what I want to do always glorify God? Then, what can I do to glorify Him?
- Am I praising God, no matter what?
"Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I shall return there. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken way; blessed be the name of the LORD.' In all this Job did not sin nor charge God with wrong." - Job1:21-22
"Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak." - Matt 26:41
- Will I become a tool of Satan or an instrument of God?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Cartrip, Carsick, and Carne Asada.
Ever get that feeling that you don’t belong somewhere – but for some reason, you really enjoy the place regardless? Today, I felt that feeling as my family and I drove to Hollywood, the streets of LA, then to a fantastic restaurant in East LA.
Costumed freaks greet us, as we step into the afternoon light, from the Kodak Theater. The Joker. Freddy Krueger. Tinkerbell. The Joker. Jack Sparrow. Batman. The Joker. All have one thing in common: they give the appearance of mental institution escapees.
None the less, we had an enchanting time seeing Pinocchio at the El Capitan Theater. The film still gives me the creeps in certain moments, but the music and beautiful animation continues to set my heart under a spell – a spell only Disney can cast.
I’ve always struggled with being carsick, and the streets of LA were of no close comfort. In fact, by the time we reached our destination of dinner (only to find it was closed), my head was spinning like a merry-go-round on Red Bull.
FIDM currently has the best costumes from this year’s biggest films on display. My favorites that I saw today? Prince Caspian. I am a sucker for a fantasy-epic with swords, dwarves, and leather boots. I also enjoyed the outfits from Speed Racer, Indiana Jones, Changeling, and Benjamin Button. *sigh* If only I were the swashbuckling, boot-wearing, cape type. Then again…who’s to stop me?
Ahhh, we finally had our main meal, some hours later than expected!! Thank Goodness!!! Though we ate at a favorite Mexican restaurant, I am ashamed to admit I cannot recall or pronounce its name. Some Hispanic I am.
Something I realized today, that suddenly hit me hard -why does soda always taste better with Mexican food? I mean, I’ll enjoy a good Sprite at anytime; but the fizz and sweet sensation mixes so much better with tortillas, salsa, and carne asada! Even with a burger, a milkshake is preferred. With chicken and waffles? Ice cold milk. With Mexican food…soda is so much more satisfying.
BE FREE.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Fridays are normally great days - and at work, I try to create an extra fun day for the students. From the afternoon, my remaining kid(s) stay into the evening - as the night sky becomes confused of it's hue, in this time of winter. That's when the craziness begins.
My usual late kid - 3rd grader Faith - enjoys staying late for the "parties" we throw. In fact, as of recently, she has declared me her "brother" - which I find totally rad. Our parties consist of becoming "spies" for the night (in which I am Agent Pickle, and she is Agent Hippo-the-Rhino)... eating snacks outside and telling stories... putting Ritz cardboard boxes on our heads and running into things... or perhaps the occasional doughnut that I buy for us. Either way, it's always a highlight of my day to truly have a fun time - without worrying that I look like a complete idiot. (In which, Faith tells me that I look like one anyway.)
Tonight, Faith and I ate sat on my car, ate a glazed doughnut, and sang out loud at the top of our lungs. Near bystanders possibly thought we were mental.
Also, I got a Nintendo Wii system tonight!! I can't believe it!! It is an early birthday present from my family, and it totally blew me away by surprise. Yessss. I discovered tonight that I rock at Sports bowling. I just want to share that out loud.
BE FREE.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Off From The Routine.
Thursday! I actually attended church without leading worship - what a change. It was nice, however, to simply partake without the mindset of "Snaps, I gotta tune my guitar..." or "Dang it, my voice is NOT up to its best from yelling at the kids this afternoon..." or even, "Hmm, what songs should I do?" Leading worship is perhaps my biggest joy (apart from drinking a good, iced-white-chocolate mocha).
Spoke with my two best guy friends - Dennis and Javi - about all the topics on our heart. Gotta love having some bros that are there to support, encourage, and be cochino with. I'd be a lone wolf without them.
I am so ready for Hollywood Week in American Idol!! Bring it on! Let the talent... and those that lack of... come in with a bang!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
"Rise"
A POEM by JIMI
The hammer pounds
Until I'm sore
The pain is assurance
I don't want to be rid
Or lifted of burden
A mellow tang
Or the hardest sock
A broken heart
Often results
The outcome ahead
The consequence now
Shower me with love
Gladly, I'll bow
The path of pain turns me around
A shallow cry
Without a sound
The path of pain turns me around
A shallow cry
Without a sound
Inward I fell
You caused me to rise
I'll rise up to You,
So others, I'll tell.
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