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| don't know if people still visit my ol' xanga site (cus i sure don't), but for those that still do.....
I remember when...
I was about seven or eight years old. I hadn't turned into the spawn of Satan just quite yet, although my sister would beg to differ, but I was no fool at deceiving my parents. My dad, my sister, and I had taken an evening trip to the neighborhood Alphabeta (pre-Ralphs) supermarket. Wandering through the aisles, I attempted to conjur a plan to get daddy ( note: father is omitted and replaced with daddy when in want of money, permission to go to a dance with a boy, etc.) to buy me some more candy that will eat away at the 4 remaining healthy baby teeth left. However, based on my dental bills and my mouth looking like a black hole, my chances were slim to none so I thought. At that realization, I had passed the bin candy and there it was. The red cinnamon gummi bear!!! I just had to have it! So, i stuck my little hand in that plastic bin, grabbed that gummi bear, and ran to the canned foods aisle. I stuffed the entire gummi bear in my mouth and attempted the chew and swallow at the same time. When my dad caught me with red gummi bear body parts stuck to my teeth, he realized what I had done. Instead of making that scary angry dad face he makes, he took my hand and walked over to those tempting bins. He bought a whole bag of candy for me. Of course he lectured me about shoplifting but thankfully he didn't tell my mom cus then, the fly swatter would have come out.
Why I tell you this tale? Well, its kind of like what Jesus Christ did for us. We killed in our hearts, lusted after others, cursed our brothers and sisters, and yes, even shoplifted a red cinnamon gummi bear. Instead of bringing that giant fly swatter down on our butts, He went and paid the price. That price wasn't $1.99 per lb. It was dying on the cross for our sins. He not only forgave us but won the affection and love of God, the father.
p.s. sorry alphabeta
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| i love how we're so awkward...
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| so its another mediocre tuesday full of school, work and the same
microwaveable foods we buy from costco that don't come anywhere close
to my dear mother's cooking. surviving two emotionally and
physically painful weeks (oh it woes me), it seemed as if the
dark cloud lingering over the top of my head still hadn't left. its
about 9:24 and i'm walking as fast as i could to get to the other side
of campus from my house in 6 minutes. as i pass by the little iv park
next to the chinese food place (it's an overstatement to call it a
park), i see one of the five hundred local bums sitting by the weeds. i
was kind of upset that this bum wasn't pirate (the one-eyed bum, who
wears an eye patch and his real name is raymond) or the other bum who i
like to call, the vegetarian-communist (passes out leaflets of jibber
jabber and how the world is going to end). anyways, this bum looked at
me and smiled. and i immediately think that he's asking for money that
i'm currently lacking in. but next to him is a cardboard sign. all it
said was "smile, life could be worse." After i read that, it made me
smile and chuckle to myself about how foolish i was. then i stopped
smiling, realizing that i was that creepy girl smiling and laughing to
herself as she walked alone. but here is this man, who sleeps in a
park, and has only the clothes he's wearing and the few change he gets
from poor college students to buy vodka. And there's me, daily being
showered with blessings from God and where His grace and mercy are new
every morning. I am ashamed of my lack of joy and faith in my God.
I was getting too comfortable with my life. So God took me for a run. So
my dear readers, hard times will come and go. but smile, life could be
worse. have joy in the Lord.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own
understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your
paths straight."
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| sometimes, i sit and wonder how other people are doing and going about
with their lives. sometimes i worry. so it'd be nice to know if you
folks out there are alive
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