Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Philippians 1:3 to 11
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart; for whether I am in chains or defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God's grace with me. God can testify how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus.
And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
My buddy David Story wrote this amazing song that really captures my thoughts about girls at this point in my life. The song is called "The Day She Arrives"
Save some time to waste a little of your life on me
I just let go of the only breath that I was guaranteed
I'm walking backwards, all my certainties have come and gone
But there's still something that I hope to stumble upon
I can't say that I'll be ready
I just hope I'm still I'm still alive
And live to see the day that she arrives
I'll make it by
My survival is not in her hands
She's not my savior
I'm not so sure she's even in my plans
But if she arrives I won't deny her entry to my soul
But if and when she comes I hope there's plenty of life left to go
Don't waste your life getting here
Waste your life on me
Don't take your time arriving
Time is taking me
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Life is not a story about me
"I've learned, too, that I don't really know very much about anything. I mean, I used to have all these theories about life. I thought I had everybody figured out, even God, but I don't. I think the woods, being away from all the clingy soot of commercialism, have taught me life is enormous, and I am very tiny in the middle of it. I feel, at times, like a droplet of water in a raging river. I know for a fact that as a grain of sand compared in size to the earth itself, I compare in size to the cosmos. I am that insignificant. And yet the chemicals in my brain that make me feel beauty when I look up at the stars, when I watch the sunset, indicate I must be here for a reason. I think I would sum it up this way: life is not a story about me, but it is being told to me, and I can be glad of that. I think that is the why of life and, in fact, the why of this ancient faith I am caught up in: to enjoy God." ~ Donald Miller