The cursed moon mine eyes doth spy

Clouds and stars bosom it with false ambition

Bewitching rays illuminate the sky;

Evoluting from the man with damned pretensions

Innocence is innocent to its evil ways,

Gaze it not upon the imperfections of

But wanton mystery and desire in it lays;

Blameless' errors thus affect of spell

No clover nor horseshoe serve as brave talismen

Its worth outshines seven times impoverished glass

All blame yields until the sight of him

Those that knowledge gained fashion him crass

Even naive in my youth I fathom his wicked mode,

I'll not venture out

Time better spent

Wasted on a toad.

Biggest Fear III

“When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me? “ Psalms 56:3-4
The answer is exactly that. “What can mortal man do to me?” The world’s opinion means nothing, it is temporary, changeable. Its estimation of my character is written in sand and can easily be blown away. “In God I trust”-not humankind. For eventually my actions, whether self-serving or not will be accountable to Him and only Him. He is the ultimate judge.


Biggest Fear II

Ok so here it goes my biggest fear......Not being considered a genuine person. And that is all encompassing. Now I know that I shouldn't really care what my peers think but lets face it, it is human nature, a human desire to be liked. What I mean by not being considered genuine, is that my actions viewed by others, is thought to be fake. That people might think that I am not a real Christian, that I am not a honest, trustworthy person. That I have alternative motives for any act of kindness or any show of love. I am afraid of being judged, afraid of falling short of expectations and disappointing others. How can I keep this from happening? How can I turn this fear into an act of bravery? I need more time to think, hopefully by the next post I will have reached some supposition.

Biggest Fear
I was asked not to long ago "What is my biggest fear?" The answer that I gave was in a fact a fear of mine but after meditating on that question, it appeared probably next to last on my list. In trying to identify number one, I came to this conculsion: A fear is of the future. It is something that is assumed to be foreseeable, if a certain path is taken or decision made. And since you know what you are afraid of (and that you view it as having significance) it is your decision to either confront it now in the present or wait around for it. I can't recall where I heard this from, but it has really stuck, "You can't be brave unless you are afraid." I say it to myself when ocassionally, maybe, I might still be afraid of the dark a little, or a disgustingly big roach just happens crawl by me. Eww. More about fears on the next post.

Christina

That is Christina on the left. Isn't she beautiful? Well of course you can only see her on the outside but I have had the wonderful opportunity to see her on the inside. And trust me she is nothing short of remarkable. I mean this girl can not only make you laugh at her but make you laugh at yourself as well. She is a talented sketcher, plays the trumpet, and can burp louder than any boy. She one of my bestest friends, my roommate, and my sister in Christ. Watchout guys, if you are interested in her, you have to get through me first. And I can be quiet intimidating.

You Might Be a Dork If.....

Your choice of a category in a drinking game is "Classical Music Composers."

You only buy a cell phone for its games.

You are saving up to upgrade to a 64bit processor.

You know what a Liger is.

The Calm before the Storm
Growing up in Alabama, I experienced multiple Tornados and Hurricanes. My Mom would rush into my room at night, if she heard the warning sirens, and gather me up still clinging to my pillow and put me in our hallway closet. The morning after would usually bring reports of destruction and devastation. Death of family members, homes destroyed, and precious memories lost. The look their faces showed defeat and hopelessness but every once in a while a person would look into the camera and tell their story of loss but instead their eyes showed something of gain. This gain is the strength of their faith. Of having realized that this obstacle can be overcome, of having realized that the same God who created the storm also blesses us with a Rainbow after. Seeing that trust in them has in turn encouraged me to view a mighty squall the same way that King Lear does, with a clinched fisted pointed upward and a shout "Blow wind and crack your cheeks."

Staci May and Becky Jo

Sportin our Red, White, and Blue for the 4th of July. I had an awesome time.

B&B

Brandon an I in a coffee shop in Lake City, Colorado. "How did you end up sitting in such a ruggedly handsome guy's lap?" you ask. Well I'm just lucky, because he let me.

San Destin

Christina and I took a small weekend trip down to San Destin with some friends.