sometimes it's so easy to advise others on how they should react to situations and circumstances in their lives, but when it's my turn to do the same - there's some sort of disconnect. it's easy to tell someone that God is in control and you can trust Him, but how many times am I, personally, so quick to forget that. i find all kinds of reasons to rationalize my fear and lack of trust, none of which are beyond the control of my Father.
He knows where i am because He has lead me here.
He knows the intricate details of my situation because He has orchestrated them all.
He knows it all.
He knows and He cares.
even when I don't know anything, He knows it all.
and I can trust Him.
"The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It's our handle on what we can't see." ~Heb. 11:1-2
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
springing forward
william williet was an outdoorsmen. he would get up every morning and go for a horseback ride before breakfast. apparently, on one of these rides, he was bothered by the fact that everyone else in london was asleep, while he was enjoying the sunrise on the back of his horse. his frustration only grew when he was continually forced to cut his golf games short because of dusk.
so, what did he do?
he proposed that the clock be set forward an hour during the summer months, so that everyone around him would wake up early and see the sun rise and so that he could play a full 18 holes in the afternoon.
if i had been aquainted with william williet in the early 1900's and been present when his proposal was made, i might have taken a 9 iron and knocked him out.
so, what did he do?
he proposed that the clock be set forward an hour during the summer months, so that everyone around him would wake up early and see the sun rise and so that he could play a full 18 holes in the afternoon.
if i had been aquainted with william williet in the early 1900's and been present when his proposal was made, i might have taken a 9 iron and knocked him out.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
a song
there are few things in this world that can speak straight to my heart and soul the way that a piece of music does.
there are times when a simple melody line can just resonate with my spirit. a seemingly basic combination of notes played softly on a piano can capture me in an instant. it almost transports me to a place where words aren't necessary; a place where conversations are had and emotions are expressed without ever speaking a word. oh, to live in such a place!
then there are times when i hear a song and don't even really hear the music because of the truth and raw emotion that is conveyed in the lyrics. someone's heart has been translated onto paper and spoken aloud. sometimes you can hear the tears still falling in their words. sometimes you can actually hear the hurt. i envy those people who are capable and brave enough to pull back the curtain on their lives and allow the world to know their pain.
some people like to compare our lives to stories.
i choose to see my life as a song.
the conflicts and resolutions are still there, as in a story.
but only in a song are words not necessary.
only in a song can you simply listen and know what's going on.
on days like today.....i don't want to talk.
i just want to sit here
and know that
someone is listening
............and gets it.
there are times when a simple melody line can just resonate with my spirit. a seemingly basic combination of notes played softly on a piano can capture me in an instant. it almost transports me to a place where words aren't necessary; a place where conversations are had and emotions are expressed without ever speaking a word. oh, to live in such a place!
then there are times when i hear a song and don't even really hear the music because of the truth and raw emotion that is conveyed in the lyrics. someone's heart has been translated onto paper and spoken aloud. sometimes you can hear the tears still falling in their words. sometimes you can actually hear the hurt. i envy those people who are capable and brave enough to pull back the curtain on their lives and allow the world to know their pain.
some people like to compare our lives to stories.
i choose to see my life as a song.
the conflicts and resolutions are still there, as in a story.
but only in a song are words not necessary.
only in a song can you simply listen and know what's going on.
on days like today.....i don't want to talk.
i just want to sit here
and know that
someone is listening
............and gets it.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
the grapevine
On May 24, 1844, Samuel B. Morse introduced his telegraph to the world, via a line stretching from Washington to Baltimore. The telegraph radically changed communication between communities, due largly in part to the speed at which information could be shared.
Around that same time, a new phrase was introduced into American culture. That phrase was "heard it through the grapevine", which was popularized by the Marvin Gaye song in 1968. "Heard it through the grapevine" provided an ironic comparison between the twisted stems of a grapevine and the straight lines of the telegraph that was rapidly spreading its way across America. To hear something through the grapevine was to learn of something informally and unofficially, by means of gossip and rumors. The usual implication is that the information was passed person to person, by word of mouth, usually confidentially among friends and colleagues.
Both the straight line telegraph and the "grapevine telegraph" were successful in passing information over long and short distances, although because the "grapevine telegraph" was used by individual to individual, the facts often became distorted and untruths reported (which mirrored the gnarled and contorted stems of a grapevine).
It seems that although the straight line telegraph has gone the way of the dinosaur, the "grapevine telegraph" is still in service, distorting facts and reporting untruths.
Around that same time, a new phrase was introduced into American culture. That phrase was "heard it through the grapevine", which was popularized by the Marvin Gaye song in 1968. "Heard it through the grapevine" provided an ironic comparison between the twisted stems of a grapevine and the straight lines of the telegraph that was rapidly spreading its way across America. To hear something through the grapevine was to learn of something informally and unofficially, by means of gossip and rumors. The usual implication is that the information was passed person to person, by word of mouth, usually confidentially among friends and colleagues.
Both the straight line telegraph and the "grapevine telegraph" were successful in passing information over long and short distances, although because the "grapevine telegraph" was used by individual to individual, the facts often became distorted and untruths reported (which mirrored the gnarled and contorted stems of a grapevine).
It seems that although the straight line telegraph has gone the way of the dinosaur, the "grapevine telegraph" is still in service, distorting facts and reporting untruths.
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