I think I am more intellectually challenged by hitting my head on my desk than by doing the work I'm supposed to while sitting behind it. posted by me 3:04 PM . . .
Comfort I have lived a life of comfort. Sure I wasn't the richest kid on the block. Well, we didn't actually have a block, just a street that dead ended into a pond and had a corn field across from it. But I made the trailer park across the field part of our block. Then again, maybe I was the richest kid on the 'block,' I mean, at least I had a house. And a pool. And two parents who loved me. Sure my parents and sister used to fight, and then she'd run away and my dad would have to track her down, but who didn't want to run away at some point as a kid? I admit that I admired my sister for running away. The furthest I ever got was hiding in a closet for a long time (read 15 minutes) wondering when my parents would notice I was missing and begin their frantic search. Even if I didn't have the guts to run away, I wanted to know that my parents loved me so much that they'd turn the world on it's head just to find me. I think we all want to be loved like that. We all want to be loved so much that if we were to run away from the ones we loved, they would pursue us to the end of time just to have us near. They would pursue us through trial and tribulation, through death and the very fires of hell. The sad thing is that that is the exact kind of love that we take for granted, abuse or look over though it be in front of our very faces. Yet, that kind of love is also faithful and abounding not overlooking of our ignorance and insolence, but despite of and because of it. posted by me 8:17 AM . . .
Mental Block. I don't know why I am so tired lately. I have been getting sleep, I suppose. Take last night for example, I got around 6 hours of sleep and I am dead on my feet today. I have been slacking in writing, not for lack of time, but lack of inspiration and motivation. I suppose there are many things I could talk about, like breaking into the Nashville Coliseum, or trying to. Or playing music to a friend who will help me lay some tracks down. Or how amazingly beautiful and faithful my Savior is. The later of these being the greatest. Well, even if I'm not writing, at least I have some great things to think about. posted by me 9:24 AM . . .
