I leave for the great state of Arkansas tomorrow morning (at the great and wonderful time of 5 AM) and what a wonderful time it is going to be. I will be spending my time with some of my favorite people in the world: the Browns of Monticello, Arkansas. Now this is a time of year that I especially look forward to, not just because it's Christmas, but because it's one of the only times that I get to see the man that I look up to most in this world, my grandfather.
He is 80 years old, has early Alzheimer's disease, but still remembers his love for Christ and this inspires me every time I see him tear up while praying. Also seeing his deep love for his family just inspires me to be a father like him, a grandfather like him, and a great-grandfather like him.
This trip is different. I do believe that this year marks the first time that I really could not think of anything that really wanted for Christmas. Now I am not saying that Christmas is for presents only, but with my family that is a big tradition. We have always gathered in the afternoon on Christmas and opened presents together as an extended family. This year I won't have a lot to open, and that is okay with me. I would much rather go and spend time with them then open up presents. Back in the day, I would have thought myself absurd for saying this but its true. I am more content with watching and observing others and their happiness. Call me crazy but its true.
So as I leave for Arkansas tomorrow, thank God for this season. And God bless us everyone! Merry Christmas.
Dec 23, 2008
Dec 8, 2008
My attempt at poetry
I don't post Poetry very often...but this is a special case
I wrote this last year.
Enjoy...tell me what you think.
Hunley.
Imagery is Hard
Sometimes I can't write it well
My head Really hurts.
You tell us to write a haiku
I tell you I can't write Poetry.
But you insist I try
anyway.
Frustrated I write the
Haiku on the page, trying
to be as humorous as I can.
Still you said it was good.
Like, really good.
I thank you Dr. H
for you seemed to spark
something in me,
a passion that my high school English
Teacher tried to inact.
A hiding interest in poetry.
Also other news, I have started writing a song and it is almost done. I'll post the words when I finish it.
I wrote this last year.
Enjoy...tell me what you think.
Hunley.
Imagery is Hard
Sometimes I can't write it well
My head Really hurts.
You tell us to write a haiku
I tell you I can't write Poetry.
But you insist I try
anyway.
Frustrated I write the
Haiku on the page, trying
to be as humorous as I can.
Still you said it was good.
Like, really good.
I thank you Dr. H
for you seemed to spark
something in me,
a passion that my high school English
Teacher tried to inact.
A hiding interest in poetry.
Also other news, I have started writing a song and it is almost done. I'll post the words when I finish it.
Nov 26, 2008
I <3 Berea or True Thanksgiving
After an entire summer of classes, and one weekend at home for the WKU/EKU game, I can finally say that I am able to spend some time at my house and not have to worry about school. This is not something that I normally want to do, but I needed to have this break. I needed to see my family, to sleep in my bed at home, to sit on my couch and watch TV all day. To do absolutely nothing. It has been long needed.
For the longest time at school I was always the one that never went home. I was also the one that never went home. I only went home when I was kicked out, and normally when I went home I wanted to go back as soon as possible.
Don't get me wrong I love my family, but at the time I wanted separation, I wanted to be independent. I didn't get that indepedence at home, but it was there at WKU for me when I got there. Now three years into college I am starting to realize that I probably needed my family and home more often than I thought.
Sitting here writing this in my living room, I have been thinking what I am truly thankful for. Now I am truly thankful for all of the meaningful relationships that I have made at WKU, but I always took my family for granted. I shouldn't have. But that is what I am truly thankful of, and I thank God everyday for them.
For the longest time at school I was always the one that never went home. I was also the one that never went home. I only went home when I was kicked out, and normally when I went home I wanted to go back as soon as possible.
Don't get me wrong I love my family, but at the time I wanted separation, I wanted to be independent. I didn't get that indepedence at home, but it was there at WKU for me when I got there. Now three years into college I am starting to realize that I probably needed my family and home more often than I thought.
Sitting here writing this in my living room, I have been thinking what I am truly thankful for. Now I am truly thankful for all of the meaningful relationships that I have made at WKU, but I always took my family for granted. I shouldn't have. But that is what I am truly thankful of, and I thank God everyday for them.
Nov 16, 2008
Send Me
Send me, what a prayer to have as someone who was dead set on not doing any type of mission work. For the longest time I felt like I wasn't the person that God wanted to send on any particular mission. So when I always just used the excuse that I wasn't called for missions.
This is not so. I am called to do missions. Now where I am to go is what my calling is. In Matthew 28, Jesus tells us to "Go, and Make disciples of all nations." Notice he didn't say "Go...if you feel called to it." No, rather the calling of missions is something that every christian should have. I am just now beginning to realize this. Paul addresses this further in Romans 10: 14-15.
"(14) How then will the call on Him who they have not believed? How will they believe in Him whom they have not heard. And how will they hear without a preacher? (15) How will preach unless they are sent? Just as it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news of good things."
I am beginning to realize that it is not a decision of mine whether or not I go into the mission field. Rather it is something that God requires of me. And I will walk humbly in the path set before me by Him (Micah 6:8). So as I make this gigantic leap of faith, please pray for me and God's plan for me.
This is not so. I am called to do missions. Now where I am to go is what my calling is. In Matthew 28, Jesus tells us to "Go, and Make disciples of all nations." Notice he didn't say "Go...if you feel called to it." No, rather the calling of missions is something that every christian should have. I am just now beginning to realize this. Paul addresses this further in Romans 10: 14-15.
"(14) How then will the call on Him who they have not believed? How will they believe in Him whom they have not heard. And how will they hear without a preacher? (15) How will preach unless they are sent? Just as it is written, "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news of good things."
I am beginning to realize that it is not a decision of mine whether or not I go into the mission field. Rather it is something that God requires of me. And I will walk humbly in the path set before me by Him (Micah 6:8). So as I make this gigantic leap of faith, please pray for me and God's plan for me.
Nov 12, 2008
Five Stages of My Ipod
First Stage: Happiness
I got an Ipod my senior year in high school, it worked completely fine until my sister used it for her music and crashed it. After that time I couldn't get the darn thing to work. So when I went away to college two and half years ago, I was pretty much the only freshman that didn't have an Ipod, or at least some sort of Mp3 player. I felt out of place, disoriented.
Needless to say I felt terrible. However that has changed.
As of about a week ago, my sister (the same one that broke in the first place) fixed my Ipod and brought it to me. As you can probably guess, I was estatic. Now I have what has been missing in my life these past two years. An Ipod to listen to music while I am walking to class. Now I am not reserved to just listening to my music on my computer, nor am I forced to listen to crappy radio stations while driving. No, I have my entire music library at my finger tips at all times. I have Bishop Allen while I am walking to Math, or The Killers while I am waiting in line at Garrett Food Court, the possibilities are endless (or at least until I run out of possibilities).
The reture of my Ipod from the dead has brought an new sense of happiness to my life in many ways, however this is not the only feeling that it has brought to me. Stay tuned...
I got an Ipod my senior year in high school, it worked completely fine until my sister used it for her music and crashed it. After that time I couldn't get the darn thing to work. So when I went away to college two and half years ago, I was pretty much the only freshman that didn't have an Ipod, or at least some sort of Mp3 player. I felt out of place, disoriented.
Needless to say I felt terrible. However that has changed.
As of about a week ago, my sister (the same one that broke in the first place) fixed my Ipod and brought it to me. As you can probably guess, I was estatic. Now I have what has been missing in my life these past two years. An Ipod to listen to music while I am walking to class. Now I am not reserved to just listening to my music on my computer, nor am I forced to listen to crappy radio stations while driving. No, I have my entire music library at my finger tips at all times. I have Bishop Allen while I am walking to Math, or The Killers while I am waiting in line at Garrett Food Court, the possibilities are endless (or at least until I run out of possibilities).
The reture of my Ipod from the dead has brought an new sense of happiness to my life in many ways, however this is not the only feeling that it has brought to me. Stay tuned...
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This blog has not particular theme, more just me writing down my madness. If you have a topic that you would like me to put my spin on tell me and I will try.
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