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100 Words: December 16, 2010

December 16, 2010 Leave a comment

I really want to say something profound here. I mean, look at this picture! Doesn’t it just feel…ethereal? and hopeful! I chose it because this is how far I feel I’ve come since my last (very depressing) black and white “road to nowhere” picture (below).

Trust is an odd thing. When you actually do trust, you feel it. You can breathe more easily, know that there is a reason for everything, know that no matter what – in all things, God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28).


“Afflictions are but the shadow of God’s wings.” George MacDonald

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100 Words: 10AUG2010

August 10, 2010 Leave a comment

Every morning we wake with hope- this is the day! Problems we face will be solved and the pain of our circumstances will be treated with soothing assurances of relief on its way.

Every evening, disappointment, but hope remains. A prayer of faith is lifted in spite of circumstances. Waiting is the hardest part…but in waiting much is learned, and much is remembered.

We are commanded to walk along the cliff’s edge. When we look down, we see the face of despair. The question is, do we really trust God? A cliff’s edge is a bad place to fake it.

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100 Words: April 9, 2010

April 9, 2010 3 comments

A funny thing happens when one’s dream dies…suddenly there is room for the previously unimagined. A whole world of possibilities becomes visible.

You don’t get the dream job you’ve been working so hard for, perhaps you’ve gotten the training needed to help an orphanage in Africa instead. Maybe you won’t have the ideal “American Dream” house and childhood you hoped to give your children. Perhaps you’ll give them the greater gifts of compassion, gratitude, faith, and empathy…things that aren’t necessarily attainable within the confines of selfish living.

The truth is, the dream must die, otherwise how can we see the dreams of God when our own dreams stand in the way?

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100 Words: February 10, 2010

February 10, 2010 Leave a comment

Photo Credit: Daily Dose of Imagery

I stand here, ready, patiently resolute, with my satchel packed, just waiting to be picked up and carried away from here to…where? Why is it that I want so badly to be away from here? What do I think is so much better somewhere else? I have no idea but I‘m sure it must be better than here.

Perhaps it is the fact that I am standing still while the whole of the world moves not just around me, but away from me…leaving me…behind. Perhaps it is the fact that I am unable to move no matter what I do.

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100 Words: October 23, 2009

November 7, 2009 Leave a comment

Every now and again I feel a need to step away from things and just breathe.

I’m not sure where this feeling comes from, but it seems to just insert itself in such a way that all I can seem to do is pull back from everything. It pushes me to recoil into myself. It makes me seek refuge within the confines of silence. It forces a distancing, especially of technology which is far too invasive as it is, and inspires a desire for simplicity in its truest and most unpolluted form: a quiet observance of nature.

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100 Words: October 22, 2009

October 25, 2009 7 comments

Heh.When all else fails, go get a hair cut.

There are few things in life that can boost a person’s spirit better than a new haircut. You see, I’ve actually spent the last couple of years trying to grow it out, but it’s been getting to be more of a hassle and so finally, one day last week I said to myself, “why am I doing this again?” And that was it.

Three nights and 7″ of hair piled up on the floor later, I’m free. Nothing much else has changed, but I certainly feel better.

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100 Words: October 21, 2009

October 25, 2009 Leave a comment

Field of sorrow

Pumpkin, oh pumpkin, ’tis your season of death.

How I weep for you during this month of torment. The stabbing of the knives, the innards ripped asunder…how horrifying to sit in the field and watch the approaching hay wagon loaded with “customers” looking to cut you from the field and fill your insides with a burning fire for their own sick amusement.

Oh that the torture would end for you and your kind. Oh that man would understand the depth of despair you feel as he carves a smile in your anguished face.

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