Thursday, November 03, 2011
Friday, August 01, 2008
"I lift my eyes unto the hills. Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven and earth." – Psalm 121:1-2
It seems to me here lately, a lot of Christians I know are coming under attack. All over the country, friends I know, even myself, have been in the trenches waging battle within ourselves. I was thinking about some of the problems and individual battles I have heard and experienced over the last few weeks and through the joys of youtube surfing, I stumbled upon this passage. It is very familiar to me, but I don't think I have ever read it quite the same way before.
In the past, when I read this passage in Psalms, I saw it as one of hope, but always the hope that God would always be there to help me. I'm now not so sure that is this passages intent. Today it read to me as almost a challenge to an unseen force.
"You want to know from where my help comes? My help comes from the One who made everything!!!"
Now that is the kind of power I feel I need these days. In this battle that rages within me, I feel weary and tired of fighting it. Constantly figuring out the solution to one problem, only for three more to pop up in their place. We have an enemy who knows no mercy.
Instead of being downtrodden, we should take hope and remember our help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven and earth. It is easy to forget and get bogged down trying to be self sufficient. That is not the life God wants for us. He wants us to live in His arms, safely cuddled with the One who made all of this, Who has beaten this enemy for all time, and Who suffered so much so we would not be alone in this.Thank you so much Jesus, I don't feel I live my thanks enough for you. Take heart and hope my brothers and sisters, our help comes from the Lord!!!
Saturday, April 08, 2006
This is not mine, but a friend of mine wrote it in October and I felt like sharing it with all the people that read my blog but not my friends'
I've found a new source of entertainment in my world.
I went to Wal-Mart to buy the second and fourth seasons of West Wing in a constant war against my infinite amount of free time. Being that these were the only two items I had, I decided that the self-checkout line would be prudent. The three operation stations were occupied, so I got in place behind a guy and his wife who looked like they were about done. About twenty minutes later, the same three people were at the same three machines while the poor attendant scurried back and forth trying to walk these people through the process...it was like watching Helen Keller trying to teach Chinese to Ed Odgeron. It was so entertaining, I didn't even mind the wait.
The one guy right ahead of me was foiled by the dexterity required to operate the touch screen. Have you ever watched a really drunk person with fat fingers trying to dial a number on a cell phone with really small numbers? I'm just giving this guy the benefit of the doubt that he was sober, by the way, because it was the middle of the day and he was with his 4 year old daugther...but this is Vickburg, so that may have been a little too generous. He was pressing not just his tip, but the entire upper half of his finger against the screen, hitting about 5 buttons at the same time causing some sort of computer nervous breakdown.
The lady next to me had a cart that consisted of 2 boxes of Midol, 3 boxes of wine, Jett Magazine, 1 box of Stay-Free adult diapers and "Ski Trippin'" on DVD (and if you don't think I had time to really get such an accurate inventory, you're kidding yourself). Well, first of all, she didn't really understand the concept that each item has a bar code on it and that is what you have to swipe across the scanner. She just brought each item and sort of showed it to the glass, like she thought there was a camera in there and somebody watching what she was trying to buy. When this didn't work, she must've thought the camera was ignoring her, because she started tapping on the scanner with her ridiculously large Gail Dievers nails and eventually threw her package of adult diapers against the touch screen. Then, the poor Wal-Mart attendent, who was busy trying to fix whatever it was Drunkie Fingers had done to the other station, came over and explained the concept of bar code to the woman...again-- Keller, Chinese, Odgeron. She had pretty much mastered the basic scanning process until she got to the box wine and it asked her to verify she was 21. She then reverted to the camera in the glass theory and held her ID up to her face and smiled into the scanner like she was waiting for someone to snap her mugshot...once again the attendent somehow staved off the urge to commit suicide and came over to fix the problem.
By this time, Drunkie Fingers has somehow set a small fire at his station and managed to pull up child pornography on his touch screen...Ok, maybe I made that up.
The third person was a 75ish woman who had pretty much mastered the scanning and bagging process, but was paying for the rather sizable purchase with a wad of crumpled one dollar bills which she was trying shove into the bill accepter. She just sat there, undaunted by the constant rejections, like she was playing dollar slots...she'd put money in...sometimes she got money back, sometimes she didn't and then she tried again. I think she actually asked the attendent if she was the cocktail waitress and where the buffet was at one point.
Slow as the process was, the old woman won this Special Olympics shopping event and left her station. So, I strided confidently up to her station, scanned my two DVDs, swiped the card, and got my receipt. I then turned to Drunkie Fingers and excuted the the Hulk Hogan Pythons flex and yelled, "THAT'S how you check out, BROTHER!" I then grabbed a box of Midol off of Camera lady's stack, spiked it and proceeded to perform the Chad Johnson Touchdown Jig.
Then, I walked out like a conquering hero. You can now place Vicksburg Wal-Mart Self Check-Out Attendent on the list of Worst jobs on Earth right next to In and Out Burger Potato Peeler, Janitorial Staff at Tiger Stadium, Larry Flyntt's Ass Wiper and Governor of Louisiana.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Shortly before New Year's, we went to Nashville for Passion '06. I worked the event, and Andrea enjoyed the nice cushy accomodations of the Loew's Vanderbilt Plaza. Seems to be a pattern here. I know the dogs loved vacation and the Plaza loved the dogs. I really didn't think they were gonna let us take them home. Passion '06 was amazing. I have so many books to read now, and I'm enjoying my hikes everyday because it gives me a chance to catch up on all my news and sports podcasts and listening to all the sessions from Passion and other sermons I have. So we returned to Asheville and Andrea went home a few days later.
So I've started taking these hikes in the woods. It is really cool and helpful for losing weight. Which is something I've decided I need to do. It is no fun at all, but oh well. For those of you that don't know, I also found out my Fuge assignment. I am going to be the Rec Director at Jenness Park in California. This is going to be a really exciting summer for me because I've never thought of Fuge out in Cali. I've always known Fuge in the South. I'm excited though.
I think that's about it, except oh yeah I am doing movie trivia on Tuesday!!! Everyone tune in and play. Hopefully I will be better in the future about updating. Until then, get in the game...whatever game you happen to be near.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Trae is ummm exactly what you would expect when you take a 6 year old to see Harry Potter. The funniest thing was he kept asking me when the goblin was going to show up. It took me like 2/3 of the movie to realize he thought it was the Goblin of Fire. So the rest of the movie was trying to explain what a goblet is. It was a trip. Thanksgiving was cool. Got up early, ate alot, had two dinners to go to, and saw Gale waaaaayyy too much. She was strangely nice to me, but im not fooled. I ended up moving furniture rather than going to Starkpatch, which turned out to be a good move since Ole Miss decided to be MSU's only SEC win of the season. Give me a break guys. Then the long trek back home. I'm glad to be back though. I enjoy my routine, it helps fight boredom. It is nasty here though, and apparently I missed a whole day of snow while I was gone. Oh well I'm sure there are lots more where that came from. My neighbors decorated the outside of our duplex for Christmas so they are making my side look sad right now, but this Saturday, I will decorate and it will look amazing. All in all, it was great seeing Andrea and her family and well everyone. I guess that's it but I'm gonna try to do movie trivia....anyone got a good day for me to do it on?
Sunday, November 13, 2005
1. Go to Google
2. Type in the word "failure"
3. Hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button instead of "Search"
4. Tell all of the cool people before Google fixes it...