Seriously, why do some people's breath smell like they drank 2 gallons of milk? I was talking to a guy today who was standing way to close and blowing some sort of Milk/Olive/Pork mixture right into my mouth. See I have the misfortune of having a deviated septum which does not allow me to breath through my nose completely, however will also not allow me to breath through my mouth without letting in some through my nose. So now I feel like I just drank the gallon of Milk/Olive/Pork slurry. Alright that was mean, but halatrocious is one of those things that I cannot deal with. It tries my patience like no other. I had mentioned some of these other things before, things like when people sneeze too many times or those freeway on-ramps that send you turning around in a huge circle for a half hour. I forgot to mention this worst one of all. Also, another thing that is annoying to me goes with this last one. When one is eating a bowl of cereal, one should chew with his mouth closed to prevent the awful noise the slurping and chewing makes at to prevent the milk form actually dripping out of the mouth.
New Grossest thing I have ever thought of alert!!!!!!!!!!
You call this on the chapstick. How it works is: you take your index and middle fingers and clear the sides of your mouth with them. You then approach another person and wipe it across their lips. Then laugh. Do it again. Then laugh.
I know how sick this is I gagged just typing about it, but the thought did pop into my head, so being a transparent guy, I decided to share.
Sing.
Migrate.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Halatrocious
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Mundanity
Today has been a busy one. Not a bad one, but a busy one. I got a lot done. Things that hopefully after tomorrow will not dribble away into the past having never mattered, like making the bed. I don't much like the mundane. I like to see a lasting effect on the the things I am hard at work on. It puzzles me why anyone would want to do something that makes no difference. Not that little things do not make a difference. Shoveling the snow brightens the day of your mail carrier and helps prevent injury, however the snow will pile up again. Taking a shower seems pointless because you will have to do it tomorrow too, however, you feel better clean and your co-workers are thankful. I am talking about making the bed. I am talking about the feeling we get when we are wasting our breathe and wasting our time doing something that we know will make no difference. Maybe some of these things are necessary, maybe not, but I take issue with the things I do that will not help anything. It seems like a colossal waste of time, when energy could be spent doing something that matters. Unfortunately much of what I do, I think is mundane, but that doesn't mean I am right. So I do them, like making sure all the youth activities are sent to the right people for the bulletin that none of the parents seem to read, or making order of services that no one pays any attention to. These things take time to make, but seem to have no real benefits. They may, but I am negative and do not see them.
What is mundane about your life?
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
What is mundane about your life?
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Friday
I am so glad it is Friday. It has been a tough week and I still have 2 more days of work left. Grandma is has gone home this morning (Not to Heaven, to her daughters house). The week went well. We were all kind of scared she would get scared and freak out a lot, but she didn't. It was nice, however, she will not eat unless you put the food under her nose, then she got so excited yesterday that she lost another pound. She is so worried about her self image.
So today is Friday, so tell me your fart story.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
So today is Friday, so tell me your fart story.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Get Out Of Here....Now!
I want to travel. Mid to late January into the beginning of March is brutal. Laura informed me that a couple days ago was the most depressing day nationally of the year. Awesome, was it the inauguration? (Cheap shot gut punch...sorry Barack) I think we all get antsy to get the H out of here during these times, but I want to do a full out Into The Wild deal with just a hundred bucks and my feet. I want to see things other than snow and coats. There are so many coats out there. I want to throw up on them. Triple Fat Gooses (That was Kev's in high school I think), Starter coats (Mine in high school), and P-coats for the average Coldplay fan. We saw them in concert and it was as if they were playing to the Naval Academy. Anyway, I don't want to wear one anymore except I enjoy the pockets to put stuff in. I had a winter camping trip planned for northern Canada in February, but can't go because I can't afford the gear right now, so I will probably go up north instead. Still nice, but more of the same Michigan. I will try to go this summer, maybe to Alaska or something, however I don't think Laura wants to lose me to some bear's lunch, so probably won't happen. Anyway, I am restless and my words are a bit scattered, so I'll stop rambling.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Small Talk Is For People Who Don't Know Many Words
How much time do you waste on talking to other people about senseless things? What I mean is how much time do we spend on small talk with others when we really don't even care to be talking to anyone? I like to watch people, not in the binoculars in the tree sort of way, but people and their habits and body language fascinate me. It is amazing how many people obviously do not want to be speaking with another, but stand there, looking anywhere but the persons eyes, saying nothing of any value. "How about that weather, sure is cold." "You catch that inauguration?" Whatever. My wife pointed out this problem in me a couple years ago. She said, "Adam, you don't like people." I realized that the way I had been acting, it would appear that way, but I love people, the problem is laziness. I hate small talk, I have never had a need for it. I would rather introduce myself then talk about how they were rejected as a child or born without parents than to talk about the stupid weather. Because of that I noticed myself, rather Laura noticed that I avoided people altogether. I would see someone I haven't seen in a while at the mall or something and look the other way before they could see me just to avoid the awkwardness. Once pointed out, I realized Jesus wouldn't do that, He didn't avoid anyone, even those that hated Him. So I decided to hound every person I know and to stay away from small talk.
It is amazing what a person will tell you when you reach beyond the surface level. I picked up a person I went to grade school with on the side of the road broken down. He got in the car as I explained I was a Christian and pastor, he decided to tell me about his alcohol addiction. Which I would much rather talk about than his whereabouts for the last 15 years. I think we can get farther with people when we cut the crap and give our time with people in real conversation.
Here is what I propose:
1. Take extra time with people that are serving you at restaurants or oil changes etc. Talk to them, and let them know you care by taking an interest beyond looking through them.
2. Go out of your way to talk to people who are standoffish with you. Don't have a flattering tongue, but be real and genuine with them.
3. If you are hurt by something someone else says about you or to you. Stop and pray for patience, then immediately and calmly go to them and tell them you were hurt. Don't go talk bad about them to others, don't go over their heads to their boss or to the pastor, talk to them. It may be hard, but we are grown ups and should be willing and able to handle our differences. In the end, you will be respected because of it, maybe not liked, but respected.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
It is amazing what a person will tell you when you reach beyond the surface level. I picked up a person I went to grade school with on the side of the road broken down. He got in the car as I explained I was a Christian and pastor, he decided to tell me about his alcohol addiction. Which I would much rather talk about than his whereabouts for the last 15 years. I think we can get farther with people when we cut the crap and give our time with people in real conversation.
Here is what I propose:
1. Take extra time with people that are serving you at restaurants or oil changes etc. Talk to them, and let them know you care by taking an interest beyond looking through them.
2. Go out of your way to talk to people who are standoffish with you. Don't have a flattering tongue, but be real and genuine with them.
3. If you are hurt by something someone else says about you or to you. Stop and pray for patience, then immediately and calmly go to them and tell them you were hurt. Don't go talk bad about them to others, don't go over their heads to their boss or to the pastor, talk to them. It may be hard, but we are grown ups and should be willing and able to handle our differences. In the end, you will be respected because of it, maybe not liked, but respected.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Faith
I look back at where I came from. A stupid kid that did crazy things for attention who hated most moments of his dreadful existence. To a stupid man, who does crazy things for attention but now cherishes every precious moment of his existence. I find this to be the work of God, and something completely undeserved. However, I wonder often if I have not found a way to love my life too much. I would gladly walk through fire for my wife and children. The thought of any of them unhappy rips at me as if I was being shredded. But I sin with the knowledge that Jesus walked through fire for me and I do so with limited thought. I would never accidentally lead my child to disaster. As a parent you plan ahead everything you do to avoid the horrible. As a son to God, I don't plan much ahead for anything. If I make a mistake, no big deal, fix it and try not to do it again. Really? Try not to? If I left a pair of scissors out and my son cut himself, there would be no trying not to do that again about it. It would never happen again.
It is a hard thing to do to remember that our kids and wife belong to God and not us, they are not ours, we are entrusted to raise them and love them, but more than God? I don't think so. It is easy for me to tell everyone that I do not love anything more than God, but ask me to show that I don't love anything more than God. God told Abraham to put his only son he waited 90 plus years to get, down on some firewood, stab him, then burn him for God. Abraham laid him down on those sticks, and raised his knife to him. My hope is that given the same situation, I would have done the same thing, but my instincts tell me that I would have to have heard an audible voice for this one, then some others who were standing around would have had to hear it to, just so I was not insane and even then, could I raise a knife to those that I love? I don't know. Thank God that He did not desire the life of Abraham's son, He desired the unfailing and unwavering love of Abraham and each of us. My hope is that with the help of God I learn how to have such faith.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
It is a hard thing to do to remember that our kids and wife belong to God and not us, they are not ours, we are entrusted to raise them and love them, but more than God? I don't think so. It is easy for me to tell everyone that I do not love anything more than God, but ask me to show that I don't love anything more than God. God told Abraham to put his only son he waited 90 plus years to get, down on some firewood, stab him, then burn him for God. Abraham laid him down on those sticks, and raised his knife to him. My hope is that given the same situation, I would have done the same thing, but my instincts tell me that I would have to have heard an audible voice for this one, then some others who were standing around would have had to hear it to, just so I was not insane and even then, could I raise a knife to those that I love? I don't know. Thank God that He did not desire the life of Abraham's son, He desired the unfailing and unwavering love of Abraham and each of us. My hope is that with the help of God I learn how to have such faith.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Reality
Reality Construction is how we perceive reality and why we perceive it that way.
Reality for a homeless person is much different than for me. I get mad when I don't get what I want, when they aren't getting what they need. I worry about keeping the house I bought, they worry about where to sleep or if they will at all.
Reality for those in third world countries is different. I worry about which restaurant to dine at, they worry about whether their water is going to kill their kids. I think listening to and experiencing the view points of others is paramount to altering a false reality in yourself.
Right is right and wrong is wrong, however our interpretations of these things can differ. God being all knowing is capable of defining the absolute truth, we are able to decipher through God's Word and Spirit the best we can what He wants from us, but we differ on these issues because none of us are perfect. Stealing is wrong. Would you steal electricity if it kept your family off the streets? Suicide is wrong. Would you volunteer your life for a friends, or maybe an enemy's? Neither of these questions are easy to answer and depending one your way of thinking, your upbringing, your social class, and even your race, our answers may be different. We have to be careful when we think only in black and white because very often we forget to listen to others and interject our opinions as being gospel truth, when they sometimes are not. I have learned so much over the past 11 years of being a Christian, one of the biggest things I have learned about myself is that I can't trust myself or my way of thinking. I have different beliefs now than I did when I first recognized God in my life, it comes with maturity. However God has systematically broken down what I thought I knew to show me errors in my thinking very often lately. I am learning to stop the arguing and start listening to how others perceive things. I don't have to agree with them, but at least I made an attempt to understand.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
Reality for a homeless person is much different than for me. I get mad when I don't get what I want, when they aren't getting what they need. I worry about keeping the house I bought, they worry about where to sleep or if they will at all.
Reality for those in third world countries is different. I worry about which restaurant to dine at, they worry about whether their water is going to kill their kids. I think listening to and experiencing the view points of others is paramount to altering a false reality in yourself.
Right is right and wrong is wrong, however our interpretations of these things can differ. God being all knowing is capable of defining the absolute truth, we are able to decipher through God's Word and Spirit the best we can what He wants from us, but we differ on these issues because none of us are perfect. Stealing is wrong. Would you steal electricity if it kept your family off the streets? Suicide is wrong. Would you volunteer your life for a friends, or maybe an enemy's? Neither of these questions are easy to answer and depending one your way of thinking, your upbringing, your social class, and even your race, our answers may be different. We have to be careful when we think only in black and white because very often we forget to listen to others and interject our opinions as being gospel truth, when they sometimes are not. I have learned so much over the past 11 years of being a Christian, one of the biggest things I have learned about myself is that I can't trust myself or my way of thinking. I have different beliefs now than I did when I first recognized God in my life, it comes with maturity. However God has systematically broken down what I thought I knew to show me errors in my thinking very often lately. I am learning to stop the arguing and start listening to how others perceive things. I don't have to agree with them, but at least I made an attempt to understand.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Mild Sauce
So I have this habit of always needing to be using my hands. Tonight I was talking and playing with a packet of mild sauce from Taco Bell after youth group when the most extraordinary thing happened. I was squeezing the packet and just as I looked down at the table, the packet burst with all the force of a Bolivian sky rocket and nailed me directly in the left eye and somehow all over the side of my face. It was like a miracle. A gallon of sauce came out of a tiny packet and even left some over for my taco. My eye burned like I was bitten by a cobra and my clothes, face, and hair were stained forever. They should put a warning on those packets.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Caeden's Birthday
Today is Caeden's birthday. Hard to believe it has been 6 years since he slept on my chest. That would look ridiculous now, can you imagine like an 18 year old sleeping on your chest? It got me to thinking about how all of my friend's birthday's ruled growing up. Don't get me wrong, I had birthdays too, just not the parties and joy and all that. Joking mom, if you are reading. My friend Andy had the best ones. We would go to Chucky Cheese or Showbiz and rule in the ball pit, holding fools under as they screamed. We would arm wrestle that mechanical arm and I would always blame my loss on a sore back from killing Bruce Lee or something. Andy believed me when I said that by the way...always. Some years we would go there, others we would go to Skateland for his party. His birthday was the highlight of my year. He had movie star birthdays.
I wonder what your favorite birthday was and why.
Mine was last year, my 30th which should have been my worst being I got old and all that but it was my favorite. The wife through me a huge party and we sang Karaoke and my friend Joe went up and destroyed Self-Esteem by The Offspring. Only a real friend will do that for you
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I wonder what your favorite birthday was and why.
Mine was last year, my 30th which should have been my worst being I got old and all that but it was my favorite. The wife through me a huge party and we sang Karaoke and my friend Joe went up and destroyed Self-Esteem by The Offspring. Only a real friend will do that for you
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
If God Is Not Too Angry With Me
When I get mad and have to punish one of my kids (which all parents know really does hurt us more than them), the worst part is after they have been punished, ie, sent to their rooms, grounded, or whatever, they always tread really carefully around me. I hate that the most, they act as if I am going to be eternally mad at them. Laura and I are careful to make sure they know that we love them, but we have to teach them right from wrong. Caeden will come and sit next to me, just barely touching me with his bottom lip quivering. I will put my arm around him and he will sob and say he is so sorry, then ask to be "Off grounding". Aevry is different. When she has been punished, she will shout at me later on, "I'm not a bad girl"! Then she will give me the silent treatment until I approach her and hug her, then she loves me again.
Who am I like when I have been punished. The contrite. Or the angry one who shouts at God until He let's us know he still loves me. I think a little of both. Punishment sucks, but is needed for us, at least for me. I have always needed to learn the hard way. Some examples:
I got the ex girlfriend pregnant in high school, the very first time I had unprotected sex.
I have been thrown in the clink 5 times for "Minor" crimes. (They didn't hurt anyone...Come on!)
I was the guy that smoked and drank when everyone told me it wasn't good for me, then I had a massive coronary at 19.
There are many more embarrassing stories, but I will spare myself for today. I don't know why I have to learn that way, but I do. I have to get caught and I have to get busted to figure out that what I was doing was stupid. I do learn though. I thank God for everything He has ever done to teach me the correct way, even if it sucked at the time. God is good even when He seems angry with me, even when I am angry at Him. When it is all over, I realize that God taught me something and for that I should be happy because if He never punished me that would mean He had given up and stopped caring. May God never give up on me.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
Who am I like when I have been punished. The contrite. Or the angry one who shouts at God until He let's us know he still loves me. I think a little of both. Punishment sucks, but is needed for us, at least for me. I have always needed to learn the hard way. Some examples:
I got the ex girlfriend pregnant in high school, the very first time I had unprotected sex.
I have been thrown in the clink 5 times for "Minor" crimes. (They didn't hurt anyone...Come on!)
I was the guy that smoked and drank when everyone told me it wasn't good for me, then I had a massive coronary at 19.
There are many more embarrassing stories, but I will spare myself for today. I don't know why I have to learn that way, but I do. I have to get caught and I have to get busted to figure out that what I was doing was stupid. I do learn though. I thank God for everything He has ever done to teach me the correct way, even if it sucked at the time. God is good even when He seems angry with me, even when I am angry at Him. When it is all over, I realize that God taught me something and for that I should be happy because if He never punished me that would mean He had given up and stopped caring. May God never give up on me.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Detroit
More snow...More snow... more snow. Just a few weeks ago, I was thrilled to get out the snow blower I bought a couple years ago that I generally only use twice a year, then let the snow pile up the rest. Now I look outside and it makes me think of how messy it is going to look tomorrow. All black with salt and filthy.
Speaking of filthy. Forbes has listed Detroit, the countries most miserable city.
http://www.forbes.com/home/business/2008/01/29/detroit-stockton-flint-biz-cz_kb_0130miserable.html
I hope things do not have to get worse before they get better. I was listening to sports radio a few weeks ago and a guy called in to talk about why no one is going to Lions games, it was eluded to that in our economy, we can't afford it anymore. The guy calls in and like 3 words in, he starts balling and can't stop on the radio. Trying to explain through tears and snot that he had lost his home he raised his kids in, he lost his wife because he couldn't provide for her the way she wanted him to. He was sleeping on a friends couch in their basement. It broke my heart. Yet, everyone who is responsible for this crappy economy are still so proud that they are unwilling to budge their way for an answer. This doesn't look good.
It is a bit telling when two adult men just showed up to my door wanting to shovel my walk. This used to be a job for the kids to make extra money, not to pay the bills.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
Speaking of filthy. Forbes has listed Detroit, the countries most miserable city.
http://www.forbes.com/home/business/2008/01/29/detroit-stockton-flint-biz-cz_kb_0130miserable.html
I hope things do not have to get worse before they get better. I was listening to sports radio a few weeks ago and a guy called in to talk about why no one is going to Lions games, it was eluded to that in our economy, we can't afford it anymore. The guy calls in and like 3 words in, he starts balling and can't stop on the radio. Trying to explain through tears and snot that he had lost his home he raised his kids in, he lost his wife because he couldn't provide for her the way she wanted him to. He was sleeping on a friends couch in their basement. It broke my heart. Yet, everyone who is responsible for this crappy economy are still so proud that they are unwilling to budge their way for an answer. This doesn't look good.
It is a bit telling when two adult men just showed up to my door wanting to shovel my walk. This used to be a job for the kids to make extra money, not to pay the bills.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
New Year's Resolution
This year is to stop having to prove myself right. I am the guy that goes to the internet during a lively debate and needs to prove when I am right. I don't need to win. I will instead sit back and laugh inside about the incorrectness of the others and take joy in knowing I am right. Then next year, I will try to break that habit.
20 or so new songs added to the music, some I have blogged about. Just scroll to the bottom in the music player.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
20 or so new songs added to the music, some I have blogged about. Just scroll to the bottom in the music player.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Jesus Will Dance While I Drink His Wine
Lyrics to Jesus by Page France
I will sing a song to you
And you will shake the ground for me
And the birds and bees and old fruit trees
Will spit out songs like gushing streams
And Jesus will come through the ground so dirty
With worms in his hair and a hand so sturdy
To call us his magic we call him worthy
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
I will sing a song for to you
And you will stomp your feet for me
And the bears and bees and banana trees
Will play kazoos and tambourines
And Jesus will dance while we drink his wine
With soldiers and thieves and a sword in his side
And we will be joy and we will be right
Jesus will dance while we drink his wine
Jesus will come through the ground so dirty
With worms in his hair and a hand so sturdy
To call us his magic we call him worthy
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
Isn't this exactly how you hope it will be? Jesus will dance while I drink his wine.
I think it is way to easy to forget that there is an ending to this story that is so amazing no artist or filmmaker could even comprehend it. All of the tears, all of the hurt, and disappointment gone in an instant, never to return again. For me this is really exciting because with depression problems, I can wake up one day with all of the pain and anger and frustration gone, but it will only return again. The day, we finally see rest is The Great Day. I am tired of working so hard for everything to rust. I am tired of trying so hard, but failing anyway. I am tired of sinning constantly. I'm just tired. But hearing things like this song makes me happy and hopeful. Look it up on itunes or whatever and buy the whole cd. You will like it.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I will sing a song to you
And you will shake the ground for me
And the birds and bees and old fruit trees
Will spit out songs like gushing streams
And Jesus will come through the ground so dirty
With worms in his hair and a hand so sturdy
To call us his magic we call him worthy
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
I will sing a song for to you
And you will stomp your feet for me
And the bears and bees and banana trees
Will play kazoos and tambourines
And Jesus will dance while we drink his wine
With soldiers and thieves and a sword in his side
And we will be joy and we will be right
Jesus will dance while we drink his wine
Jesus will come through the ground so dirty
With worms in his hair and a hand so sturdy
To call us his magic we call him worthy
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
Jesus came up through the ground so dirty
Isn't this exactly how you hope it will be? Jesus will dance while I drink his wine.
I think it is way to easy to forget that there is an ending to this story that is so amazing no artist or filmmaker could even comprehend it. All of the tears, all of the hurt, and disappointment gone in an instant, never to return again. For me this is really exciting because with depression problems, I can wake up one day with all of the pain and anger and frustration gone, but it will only return again. The day, we finally see rest is The Great Day. I am tired of working so hard for everything to rust. I am tired of trying so hard, but failing anyway. I am tired of sinning constantly. I'm just tired. But hearing things like this song makes me happy and hopeful. Look it up on itunes or whatever and buy the whole cd. You will like it.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Earrings?
So my wife thinks I am too old to wear earrings. I have had them since I was 16 years old and now about to turn 31. Me and Gumby pierced them with his mom's good pearl earrings. Geez, 31? What an awful age to speak about. I like them. In fact I am attached to them. But maybe she is right. Maybe I should remove them, maybe I am too old to wear them. I don't feel too old, but who does right? Anyways, I am posting a poll up to your right. I want to hear what you think. Is 31 to old for earrings? Or is Laura acting older than her age?
I will post a video of some ice skating bloopers tomorrow. We thought we had an all-star hockey player in Caeden, but then......
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I will post a video of some ice skating bloopers tomorrow. We thought we had an all-star hockey player in Caeden, but then......
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Christmas Card
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(the time you pulled a knife on the neighbor, poked holes in aunt Hazel's chair)
(tried to off yourself and lived to tell about it)
Nothin says loving like a Christmas card from mom.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Prayer
I had my small group last night at my house and we were talking about prayer. We were searching through some passages where Jesus modeled prayer, He did it a little different than Jabez did, but good. Passage after passage shows Jesus going away from the noise and having real, intimate time with His Father. We saw Jesus travel up mountain sides, He fasted and prayed for 40 days, we saw Him pray all through the night without ceasing. We saw Him pray in happiness, in sadness, in pain, and in grief. No matter what Jesus was doing, He was spending that time with His Father. I wish I knew how to make that work for me. I wish I wasn't so selfish with my time. Jesus prays all through the night and I struggle with 20 minutes. I do not like that about me, it is a character flaw to be selfish and self serving. I try my best to pray every day as if it were a chore, but when things are going badly, I yearn for God, I pray out of necessity, not habit. I think in American churches, we need to NEED God. We are too comfortable here that we get lazy and forget that it is God that gives our every breath and it is God that takes it away. When we are in need, we pray, so I think we need to step out and put ourselves in need.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Oh Thank You Christmas Miracle Beard
Just when all seemed lost with the Miracle Beard, Jesus went and revived my faith in it again. I see the Beard as like the same as fasting. When you need something or are in dire need for God, you starve, maybe here you grow. Anyways, read this miracle that you can attribute to God first, then to the Beard.
A Christmas miracle: woman found alive after three days buried in a snowdrift
• Rescue dog picks up scent and gloveless hand in field
• Blanket of insulating snow kept her alive in -15C cold
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/dec/24/canada-missing-woman-found
Ridiculously awesome!
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
A Christmas miracle: woman found alive after three days buried in a snowdrift
• Rescue dog picks up scent and gloveless hand in field
• Blanket of insulating snow kept her alive in -15C cold
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/dec/24/canada-missing-woman-found
Ridiculously awesome!
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Eve
Busy, busy, busy says the little hack magician in Frosty The Snowman, just before the snowman started to melt. Well, I fear I have done it again. I fear I have caused all of the rain due to my Miracle Beard Campaign. 2 days ago, it was cold with snow dumping everywhere and elves on pogo sticks, then yesterday it begins to rain and doesn't stop until all is pure ice everywhere. Old ladys falling and breaking the hips, little children throwing ice balls at each other drawing a creek full of blood. Helpless people with arms full of freshly wrapped presents slipping and dashing those presents all over the ice ruining the wrap job ;-) Maybe Christmas Day will bring a steady flow of miracles as we have gathered more support than any other year. Christmas is not over, we must have faith I know, but my doubts cannot be pushed aside.
Anyway, busiest C. Eve I have ever had, but good. Everyone have a great Christmas!!!
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
Anyway, busiest C. Eve I have ever had, but good. Everyone have a great Christmas!!!
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Snow
Crap we got a lot of snow last night. It is nice though, but someone should tell Al Gore that the earth is not as warm as he thinks it is. I think the latest global warming forecast showed there would be a huge decrease in snow and an increase in rain this year. He should have to come and shovel for us, that would be an inconvenient truth right there. Then he could deal with shoveling out your driveway, then 5 minutes later the plow pushes the streets snow right back in.
In other news: Isn't this the scariest toy ever? Found this in the cushions of the couch.
Christmas is almost here, I am excited. Got my hopes up for a Christmas Miracle.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
In other news: Isn't this the scariest toy ever? Found this in the cushions of the couch.
Christmas is almost here, I am excited. Got my hopes up for a Christmas Miracle.
Sing.
Migrate.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sing Broken
Today, it is white everywhere. It is these days that I am glad I do not live in a warm climate. It is beautiful in Michigan right now.
A couple of things from my prayer life. I keep a journal and a checklist of things to pray for and today I rearranged it. I read in this book that the author prays sincerely for the most intimate conversation with God before he prays, so I thought I would do that to, because maybe that is why God seems so far from me sometimes. I started today and few things were revealed to me. I believe. Do not print this and staple it to your Bibles as being a word of prophesy like my pastor tells those who say "God told me" to do. So here goes:
1. I pray for the healing for my family everyday. I pray that emotionally, we would be healed of the things that hinder us from God, both inflicted by ourselves and inflicted by others. I then pray for the healing of our Spirits, especially from the sin we have poisoned ourselves with and it's effects. Then I pray for the various ailments we suffer from: My nervous issues and depression, Laura's immune system problems, Caeden's anxiety and his eyes etc. We have never experienced much healing on any of these things. I can date my prayers for this stuff back for years and see no visible change for the better. So lately when I pray, I doubt immediately and have no real expectation of healing. That was exposed today. Maybe God wants us broken like He wanted Paul broken. Maybe through weakness, God is glorified through us. Maybe pain is supposed to hurt and that's why God allowed some of the things He did in the first place. Maybe, I need to learn how to forgive my father before I can relinquish the pain. I need to stop focusing on the things that are broken because it is through the broken that God has changed the whole world. There is the Glory of God in the broken. Maybe I should stop praying to not be broken and embrace every feeling that comes in pain, because it makes joy real. I have noticed that I cling to God much closer when I am battling with depression than when things are going well. Sometimes too much joy can bring contentment in me. Contentment is bad when we are speaking of our relationships with God.
2. I have missed the billboard on my front lawn waiting for a bigger "Word" from God. Everyday I pray for God to speak to me, open my ears to hear Him, and have the wisdom to obey. I feel sometimes when God speaks to me it is like how Paul felt when He was blind, then given his sight back, or when Peter realized that this new faith was not reserved only to God's chosen Jews, but for all. Then other times, nothing at all. The issue is that I do not experience this "Life to the fullest" Jesus spoke about, and I think it is because I love my life. I didn't used to as you know well, but somewhere along the line I began to love the things God has given me too much. I have been hearing God speak to me. I believe. For months about living differently, and in my prayers I ask God what that looks like for me. And I have waited ever too patiently for a response. Today I think I got it. Just do it. Stop waiting for something and do it, out of faith. Force yourself to trust in God again and do not doubt. Money cannot buy me faith, a family can not buy me happiness, and a friend cannot fill me. God does those things. Only God does those things.
Sing Broken.
Sing together.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
A couple of things from my prayer life. I keep a journal and a checklist of things to pray for and today I rearranged it. I read in this book that the author prays sincerely for the most intimate conversation with God before he prays, so I thought I would do that to, because maybe that is why God seems so far from me sometimes. I started today and few things were revealed to me. I believe. Do not print this and staple it to your Bibles as being a word of prophesy like my pastor tells those who say "God told me" to do. So here goes:
1. I pray for the healing for my family everyday. I pray that emotionally, we would be healed of the things that hinder us from God, both inflicted by ourselves and inflicted by others. I then pray for the healing of our Spirits, especially from the sin we have poisoned ourselves with and it's effects. Then I pray for the various ailments we suffer from: My nervous issues and depression, Laura's immune system problems, Caeden's anxiety and his eyes etc. We have never experienced much healing on any of these things. I can date my prayers for this stuff back for years and see no visible change for the better. So lately when I pray, I doubt immediately and have no real expectation of healing. That was exposed today. Maybe God wants us broken like He wanted Paul broken. Maybe through weakness, God is glorified through us. Maybe pain is supposed to hurt and that's why God allowed some of the things He did in the first place. Maybe, I need to learn how to forgive my father before I can relinquish the pain. I need to stop focusing on the things that are broken because it is through the broken that God has changed the whole world. There is the Glory of God in the broken. Maybe I should stop praying to not be broken and embrace every feeling that comes in pain, because it makes joy real. I have noticed that I cling to God much closer when I am battling with depression than when things are going well. Sometimes too much joy can bring contentment in me. Contentment is bad when we are speaking of our relationships with God.
2. I have missed the billboard on my front lawn waiting for a bigger "Word" from God. Everyday I pray for God to speak to me, open my ears to hear Him, and have the wisdom to obey. I feel sometimes when God speaks to me it is like how Paul felt when He was blind, then given his sight back, or when Peter realized that this new faith was not reserved only to God's chosen Jews, but for all. Then other times, nothing at all. The issue is that I do not experience this "Life to the fullest" Jesus spoke about, and I think it is because I love my life. I didn't used to as you know well, but somewhere along the line I began to love the things God has given me too much. I have been hearing God speak to me. I believe. For months about living differently, and in my prayers I ask God what that looks like for me. And I have waited ever too patiently for a response. Today I think I got it. Just do it. Stop waiting for something and do it, out of faith. Force yourself to trust in God again and do not doubt. Money cannot buy me faith, a family can not buy me happiness, and a friend cannot fill me. God does those things. Only God does those things.
Sing Broken.
Sing together.
™Zombiehaven 2008. All ideas and photos are copyrighted under Zombiehaven. Anything used from this site, must have written permission.
I'm a simple person to figure out. I usually write it all down here. I try not to pretend to be anything. I am what I am and that's good enough until it's not anymore. I want my kids to remember me smiling when I'm gone. Integrity is the very basis of a good life. I love my God, my wife, my kids, my friends, and I try to love all of the rest of you.
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