Friday, February 26, 2010
path (there's no way I can avoid the "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy" voice, but bear with me)
Last night, as I was walking on the path from the sidewalk to the dorm, I thought about how it's a lot like life. For me anyway. Right now.
I should elaborate. The path from the sidewalk to the dorm is path only because people walk there. It is not a path that was made with the intention of being a path. It is in the snow, and there isn't much in the way of lighting, other than the sun or the moon, depending on the time of the day. During the day, you can see the path, and stay on it. It is well worn down, and even though it is made of snow, it has been walked on enough that it is as solid as a sidewalk. It is a pretty good makeshift path.
During the evening, when it is dark and foggy, and the only light you can see is the light coming from the dorm, you just have to trust that the path is there and walk toward the dorm, even though you can only just barely see the path.
And that's a lot like my life, I think. Often times I can see maybe where I need to go, but have no idea how it will look to accomplish it. But somehow I manage, because I've seen how God has worked it out in the past...I've seen how the path looks in the daytime.
Anyway, more about that later. I haven' posted in a while, and the video with the pink gloves often blocks my view of if anyone has updated their blog. So it's time I changed that. Hopefully. More on what I can see as the goal, and not knowing how to get there later.
I should elaborate. The path from the sidewalk to the dorm is path only because people walk there. It is not a path that was made with the intention of being a path. It is in the snow, and there isn't much in the way of lighting, other than the sun or the moon, depending on the time of the day. During the day, you can see the path, and stay on it. It is well worn down, and even though it is made of snow, it has been walked on enough that it is as solid as a sidewalk. It is a pretty good makeshift path.
During the evening, when it is dark and foggy, and the only light you can see is the light coming from the dorm, you just have to trust that the path is there and walk toward the dorm, even though you can only just barely see the path.
And that's a lot like my life, I think. Often times I can see maybe where I need to go, but have no idea how it will look to accomplish it. But somehow I manage, because I've seen how God has worked it out in the past...I've seen how the path looks in the daytime.
Anyway, more about that later. I haven' posted in a while, and the video with the pink gloves often blocks my view of if anyone has updated their blog. So it's time I changed that. Hopefully. More on what I can see as the goal, and not knowing how to get there later.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
A quote that made me laugh out loud when I read it, but because it is taken out of context probably won't have the same effect on you.
Ah well, I'm posting it anyway.
"I'm not going to lose an opportunity like this. It will do me good. They all say -- I mean, the other wiggles all say -- that I'm too flighty; don't take life seriously enough. If they've said it once, they've said it a thousand times. 'Puddleglum,' they've said, 'you're altogether too full of bobance and bounce and high spirits. You've got to learn that life isn't all fricasseed frogs and eel pie. You want something to sober you down a bit. We're only saying it for your own good, Puddleglum.' That's what they say."
"I'm not going to lose an opportunity like this. It will do me good. They all say -- I mean, the other wiggles all say -- that I'm too flighty; don't take life seriously enough. If they've said it once, they've said it a thousand times. 'Puddleglum,' they've said, 'you're altogether too full of bobance and bounce and high spirits. You've got to learn that life isn't all fricasseed frogs and eel pie. You want something to sober you down a bit. We're only saying it for your own good, Puddleglum.' That's what they say."
Monday, February 15, 2010
Quite Possibly One Of The Weirder Pictures I Made This Past Weekend.
What does one even write for a caption?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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