there's just no sense in that

What do you think it means to be called to do something? Does it mean God calls you (by phone) and tells you to do something? Wednesday at youth group Kj showed us this video.

I thought that this was really cool. a 11 year old kid was the pastor of a church. A dream told him that God wanted him to do this. He even made his mom believe in Jesus. I thought that was really cool. Because i don’t think i could do that.

Then on Friday the middle school boys had a lock-in at the church. One of the story’s that we talked about was David and Goliath. How David was called by God at a young age to fight Goliath. Just like Jared was called at a young age to be a preacher.

I thought that was amazing how they were both called by Jesus. To do some really hard things.

That makes me wonder if i am being called to do something at a young age. Something i just don’t recognize. Or maybe i am not called to do something at a young age. Maybe i just half to wait untill i am older.

conversing

and maybe it’s the cold weather that you feel

or maybe it’s the thought of iced tea

instead of coffee

or cherries

instead of fundip

or guitars

instead of pomegranates

or table cloths

instead of sweaters

or harmonicas

instead of old man poetry

you yelled “hello”

from 6 rows up

and i yelled “hi, i have stew in my hand”

the plastic bowls don’t work as well as they should i guess

conversing

i’m not quite an expert

but rather i’m a peasant

but i make do

So my grandma and grandpa are  gone  for a couple of days.  So me and my mom and Gwyneth went to my grandparents house and scrapped.  We watched tv and had a lot of fun.  We hung around, we ate popcorn and ate oreo’s. We took a bath in my grandma’s huge bathtub.  It was pretty awesome.  We also stayed the night.   We read some of the Velveteen Rabbit before going to sleep.  Oh here comes the awesome part. You guess… okay… you had pink bananas?  No. You had purple rice?  No.  Brownies  with ice cream?  YES!  In the morning we had cinammon rolls and watched more tv and went to church it was really a  fun day.  THE END

i had to wonder what exactly was so wrong with the word “vague”

unless you are looking for something direct,

but if not vague then how about broad

as broad as we can get

i watched a biography that was rather boring

but i kept it on

i felt i owed it to the man who died

simply because he was famous enough to get a biography

it’s more than i’ll have

for all it’s worth

it’s not worth much

and as far as i can go

i  will always be lacking

so i understand when you say that death is what comes next

i do indeed believe

i have a crush on that

inspirational speeches

i attempted to pursue one

in hopes that i could be “truly inspiring”

but since we use terms too loosely or “uselessly”

it wasn’t hard to feel accomplished

it’s nothing against my self-confidence

but rather, that i actually have something to lose

you would think breathing would be the one thing you can’t screw up

so when i read aloud to you

you should know 

i was unaware as to what 

i was saying

speechless, and too timidly,

we went on

“all my life…”

does not affect you greatly,

i realize the argument is growing cold

and the IF we can pretend,

that this concept of death

does not put a damper on living,

then i suppose that it could not affect anyone too greatly

but if we can pretend that, then why can’t we pretend

that we can kill off everything bad?

and thus, a moral dilemma ensues…

the idea or concept,

that you can’t have the good without the bad

the silence without the noise

the I without the You

the chocolate without the stomach-ache

the pain without the happiness

the good indie-flick soundtrack without the one of  the worst songs that you

have ever heard.

candy without the cavity

the memory without the sense of some loss

the dragon without the fire

the beginning without an end

the bingo without the white hair

etc… etc… etc…

some, and only some, of that is ludicrous at best

maybe not to you but to me

“so, all i’m saying is there is so many more mysteries to solve. certainly, a lot more to explain. only to make you question the same.”

but your quizzical brow,

only made me smile…

periodically i come across thoughts or words that aren’t easy to reconcile like

“strugglying” which really only replaces meanings like,

“you’re an idiot”

not in an attempt to gain anyone’s symptahy

(i’m sure i haven’t)

there are also wrods like,

“anger”

it pops up  from to time to time,

reminding me this,

thoughts twinkiling by my forgetful mind

right now ‘i’m thinking this,

“it must be hard to speak when someone speaks over you,

to have to say the same thing over and over again just in a practice for when it really matters.

then i thought, if it’s so hard, and i already complain so much when in the company of kindness

then it would have to be

hard to grow up.”