Not too sure.

So, I haven't really thought about what I am going to blog about. I am kinda just making this up as I go along which tends to be how I do a lot of things. So, I am just going to talk about the church that I go to. It's called Discover Church. (www.discoverchurchnow.com) It is a very small church, and it meets in a rec center. The thing about it that I like the most is that it is indepth Bible study.

A New Day

Have you ever thought about morning? They are very strange things. When you go to bed, you do not like mornings because that means you have to get up. But, when it is the middle of the day, you wish that it was still the cool of the morning. So many times, being with God is like that. When we haven't done our quiet time with Him, we normally do not want to do it because it means we have to stop doing something else. But, when something is stressful or tiring or hard, we long for time with God. Why is that? I believe that it is because many times, Christians look at God like a vending machine. If we put enough prayer into Him, we will get what we want. Have you ever thought about what God wants? He wants us to spend time with Him. Like a caring father that loves his children, He wants to be with us, and just hold us. But, far too often, we are spiritual brats, and we complain to God and about God and we just sit in self-pity and wait for God to "give in". My question for the day is, "When was the last time that you let God just hold you?"

I am not doing so well with this.

So, it has been over a week since I have posted anything on here. What can I say, I have been very busy, and I haven't known what to write. So, this one is going to be a little different.
My verse of the day. 2 Chronicles 15:2 "Listen to me,... the Lord is with you when you are with Him. And if you seek Him, He will let you find Him;"
My quote for the day. "Whatever you do, ask yourself this question, 'Does it glorify God?'"
My question for you today. "When was the last time you spent time alone with God?"

Have a good day!

Perspectives

The title of this post is called "perspectives." Merriam-Webster defines it as "the interrelation in which a subject or its parts are mentally viewed." I define it as "the view of any object, value, or idea that is hinged on one's current state of being." For example, if someone walked up to you and handed you a bottle of water, you would be freaked out a little, but still gracious. Whereas, if the same person walked up to you and gave you a bottle of water and you had been stuck in a desert for several days, you would be extremely thankful, and you would not have been freaked out at all. Like this, so many things in life change as you experience things. A good example is a swing. While it was a blast when you were a kid, not the thought of riding a swing is not nearly as appealing. Or, when you were younger, the thought of eating raw cookie dough was exciting, but now, it is not the same. Or oppositely, the idea of taking a nap was not that appealing when you were 4 or 5 as it is now. I was reminded of this tonight. Around 6pm, my roommate called me and asked me if I had any plans for dinner. When I said no, he then asked if I would be willing to make something out of some uncooked hamburger that is in the fridge. I agreed, and we discussed several possiblilities for what I could make until it was deciced to make chili. I called my mom (like all good children should do when in need of a receipe) and instead talked to Kelly. I conferred with her to confirm that my suspicions for what was needed was correct and after a few minutes of conversation, we said our goodbyes and hung up. I then left for Wal-Mart for some potatoes, chili beans. As I was getting the beans, I noticed that I was on the same isle as the other canned food. I decided to get some corn, thinking that it would be good to have some veggies to go with it. I then remembered that my roommate frequently complains about how all I ever want to eat is corn, and I never have anything else. So, in light of that, I also purchased some green beans. I returned to my dorm and then washed dishes so I would have room to cook. After that, I then put the meat on to cook, and sat down to peal potatoes. After I got the potatoes on to cook, I then turned my attention to getting everything ready. I finally had everything ready to eat around 8:30, and my roommate had returned a little before, so it was perfect timing. We sat down and enjoyed a delicious dinner. After we had finished, I made the statement that I didn't really want to put everything away, and he made some remark that we should just leave it out and someone would eat it. I said that I would put it away. He then said that he needed to go work on a paper that he had not finished over the weekend. I asked if he would be willing to wash dishes. He said, "Yeah, if I get time to wash them, I can do a few." Meaning, only if I feel like it. Because my mother taught me on several occasions that if you take time to wash right after you eat, then it will take less time because not much would be stuck to the dishes. I knew that, and I knew that if my roommate waited to wash them, he would be complaining about it the entire time. Also, he wouldn't know where everything goes, so he would leave it out. And then he would hold it over my head for the next few weeks how I "made" him wash dishes. So, I decided that I would wash them, even though I had burned the side of my had earlier (putting your hand behind a hot toaster oven is not a good idea!). Needless to say, if you have ever washed you hand after burning them, it doesn't feel pleasant. I am sure that by now, my mother is either laughing at me, or she is saying, "Finally! He knows what I felt like for all those years where he did the same thing to me!" And if she is saying that last thing, it would not surprise me. But this might surprise her a little. Mother, I wish to appologize for all the years that I was inconsiderate of your feeling and what you have gone through. I know that an appology is not nearly enough to make up for all the times that I didn't help you. All that I can say is that I promise to help more when I am home. I hope you can forgive me. Love, Your repentant son.

Friday flaaagsnets. (I am not going to copy Karen's and Kelly's idea.)

So, I haven't posted anything on here for a while. I am almost thinking that I am turning into my sisters. Life has been really busy. I have 26 more days before this semester is over. I have to write a commentary and three research papers. Such is life. I do not have a rant today, just a thought. I just finished watching the newest Veggietales movie, The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything. A thought has struck me. I don't know if you have seen it or not, but one of the characters is called "The King". It's not hard to figure out who they were referring to. But throughout the entire movie, they never mentioned God or Jesus. They just made references to them. How sad is it that we Christians are so afraid of talking about God or Jesus in a movie because we are afraid that it will not make enough money. My thought for today is this: What have you said or done recently that identifies you as a Follower of God? Now compare that to what you have done that gives the appearance that you aren't? Which has more things?? That is my thought.