It rained sunshine today

At dinner I got use chopsticks

Daniell mad egg rolls

I danced with Tim on the sidewalk in the rain, he did the box step.

I got my homework done for the day

Next I am going to read some P&P

Katie is coming over tonight, we are going to watch a movie.

sigh~ the sunset was gorgeous

Unreal

The other day the sky laid close to the earth in a gray sheet. I was on my way to school when I saw something that made me wonder; A middle age, respectable looking women was sitting at a bus stop, she had her bag sitting next to her with what seemed to be a pile of rages on top. (part of this that made it so unreal feeling was I was inside a bus across the street, so I couldn't here her) She was very agitated about something, she was talking and crying (the way people sometimes do when they are sad but also mad so they let you know why they are upset), also she was smoking a lot. I was trying to figure out who she was talking to because there was nobody beside her, she kept touching the rages, she picked them up and held them to her chest, kissed them, set them back down. About this time she picked them up again and I realized part of the mystery: The rags were in fact a rag doll, like ones that I have, and it was the doll she was talking too. The answers to those questions presents a bigger question: Why would a grown respectable women be pouring her heart out to a rag doll while she is smoking waiting for a bus? Was the doll hers from childhood? Is the women crazy? Did it belong to someone that she loved who is now dead? Has she always ridden the bus or did that start lately, same with the cigarettes did she just start, is she smoking more now? Why is it she only has the doll to talk to? Oh yeah remember this is just a glimpse of someones real life tonight she is somewhere out there in this big dark world.

Psalms 77

This last summer God was teaching me some things. One of them being; rejoicing in him purely because he is God, not because of the peace he can give me, or joy, or any other reason except that he is God. A few days ago while I was reading I came across this passage this writer had reached all the way to the depths of despair (far further then my discouragement) when he resolves to remember God and praise him because of who he is, it struck a familiar cord.


I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands
and my soul refused to be comforted

I remembered you, O my God, and I groaned;
I mused, and my spirit came faint. Selah
You kept my eyes from closing;
I was to troubled to speak.
I thought about the former days,
the years of long ago;
I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart mused and my spirit inquired:

Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again?
Has his unfailing love vanished forever?
Has his promise failed for all time?
Has God forgotten to be merciful?
Has his anger withheld his compassion?

Selah

Then I thought; "To this I will appeal:
the years of the right hand of the Most High"
I will remember the deeds of the Lord;
yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
I will meditate on all your works
and consider all your mighty deeds.

Your ways, O God, are holy.
What God is so great as are God?
You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the peoples.
With your mighty arm you redeem your people,
the descendants of Jacob and Joseph

The waters saw you, O God,
the waters saw you and withered;
the very depths were convulsed.
The clouds poured down water,
the skies resounded with thunder;
your arrows flashed back and forth.
Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,
your lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and quaked.
Your path led through the sea,
your way thought the mighty waters,
though your footprints were not seen.

You led your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

Thoughts about an (almost) Autumn day

Yesterday I awoke to a cloud full sky. In the afternoon I strolled through the park with some friends. We talked about how both work and pain came before the fall of man. We talked about conveniences and how they have helped us to an unhealthy state.

One of my favorite things about autumn is the air, when you walk along under changing trees it is as if your lungs fill up with the richest air, it seems to me that I could eat it.

In the evening we stepped outside, the rain was just ending. We walked about the neighborhood. Along the way we came to three majestic oak trees. Someone bent down, scooped up a handful of acorns and battle begun, every man, and woman for themself.

On we walked night came down to replace the silence of dusk, with contemplative music of darkness.