::A list of things that could each be their own entry, if time had allowed, and equally randcom photos::
Churches aren’t perfect, neither are people. And neither am I. But I want to love churches. I want to love people. I even want to love me. Because God says I’m special to him, and that He loves me,so that seems reason enough for me to do the same.
I like to call this, "asking for trouble"
Some people have trouble loving others. Some have trouble loving themselves. Both of these things reflect pride – a belief that their judgement of a situation is more perfect than the judgement of the One Righteous Judge.
In grad school, you get to use a big-boy hole-punch. 40 PAGES!
The cannon of beauty takes into account none of the beauty of surprises and idiosyncrasies. Your big nose and little eyes and wonky ears and veiny feet were on purpose….
she said….just before she wondered what place that purpose has in a child with a cleft lip, or mal-formed hands. Did God mean for Quasimodo to have corrective surgery?
You should love your tree.
Red Raider, Tech Logo, Goal Post and....RAINBOW UNICORN?!
When we err on the side of being conservative, we are still erring. Yes. Some people call us conservative. And just because it makes us more comfortable doesn’t make it right.
The happy medium may not be on the narrow road.
I still love the sunshine on my skin. And have crispy face right now.
I’m a sinner. Even though I spend a lot of time at church.
If I saw as poorly as i slept…..oh wait.
You know, “Are you okay to drive?” Is a rather silly question to ask when someone has trouble recognizing you from 10 feet away. I can see cars. I don’t have to be able to tell you if they had a ding 3 inches below the back passenger door handle to effectively navigate a highway. But thank you for caring.
SPECK is a ONE YEAR OLD! And what a mature one. Ate his birthday cupcake with a SPOON.
“I don’t want to waste my time if she has a boyfriend,” leads me toward thinking you feel that caring for and pouring into a person regardless of the benefit to you is seen as “wasting your time.” To which I lovingly disagree. But you’re a busy dude, I understand what you meant. ;)
The books of Acts is crazy. It should be an HBO mini series.
COWBOY UP, CREAM PUFF, BE A MAN. By which I mean, pull up your britches and do the dang thing, whatever the dang thing is, regardless of your gender. ‘Cause we don’t want to waste our time.
Gluten Free cookie MIX tastes awful. But baked, these babies were beautiful.
Lady Gaga is brilliant and I’m rather sure that if I met her on the street, she’d be kind. And if I could wear a sign that said “satire” I’d walk around singing Born This Way everywhere I went.
Most people tell me they don’t understand most things I say.
“It was only a kiss.” I’m Latin.
THAT IS NOT SIN, IT’S JUST COMPLICATED.
While talking about the newest controversy, I bemoaned the hurt hearts of a religious leader’s followers who may now feel betrayed. The roommate bemoaned those led astray by his faulty teaching. I said I wasn’t worried about them, becuase the ones meant to know the truth would, in the end. “This,” she finished,”Is the difference between a harmonizer and a persister.”
I truly believe that if I stay single forever, life will be brilliant, beautiful, awful, exciting, painful, and adventurous. I’m on board for that, jic.
possible new header