Sunday, March 12, 2006
MOVED!
I still have to settle a few quirks in the system. But I've recently imported my posts and moved to http://neofundamental.wordpress.com
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Falling Away
I know that I serve a jealous God. I could feel his presence yesterday afternoon. I felt compelled to stop, drop everything, return to my room, and pray.
Indeed, it was just what my spirit needed. I look forward to seeking refuge again this evening.
My life runs in cycles. And as I get older I see the futility in so many things...
*sigh*
Indeed, it was just what my spirit needed. I look forward to seeking refuge again this evening.
My life runs in cycles. And as I get older I see the futility in so many things...
*sigh*
Monday, March 06, 2006
Brokeback's...Broken.
Well...Maybe not. But they sure didn't win Best Picture.
I didn't watch the Oscars last night. Heck, I might as well confess. I'm almost positive that I haven't seen any of the nominated movies. There was something about last night's show that made me stay away. Perhaps I wasn't in the mood for Jon Stewart's sarcasm. Or maybe I was peeved because Desperate Housewives--or, more importantly--Grey's Anatomy--wasn't on because of last night's statuefest.
Yet for some reason, when I woke up this morning, my brain was Oscar-hungry. Who won? Tellmetellmetellme!!!
I tried the local Christian radio station, the hip-hop-rock-whateverteenswant station, and even the local adult contemporary station. No such luck.
Relief came, as usual, from a Toronto-based source. 680 News.
Apparently there was an upset at the Oscars last night. <*rolling eyes*> Brokeback Mountain didn't claim Best Pic. That honor went to Crash.
The little girl inside of me did her happy dance. If I was a betting woman, I would've been rich.
Don't misunderstand me. While I am well aware of what the Bible says about homosexuality, my line of thinking on the subject does not go to ridiculous extremes.
I was, quite frankly, tired of all of the hype. It was as though people expected Brokeback to win on its gayness alone. Quite honestly in my opinion, from all that I'd seen and heard...At the end of the day, Brokeback Mountain was about an illicit affair. Old hat in Hollywood. Meanwhile, Crash? From what I hear, Crash was a true work of innovative storytelling. A rarity in La-La Land, well worth the price of admission.
I didn't watch the Oscars last night. Heck, I might as well confess. I'm almost positive that I haven't seen any of the nominated movies. There was something about last night's show that made me stay away. Perhaps I wasn't in the mood for Jon Stewart's sarcasm. Or maybe I was peeved because Desperate Housewives--or, more importantly--Grey's Anatomy--wasn't on because of last night's statuefest.
Yet for some reason, when I woke up this morning, my brain was Oscar-hungry. Who won? Tellmetellmetellme!!!
I tried the local Christian radio station, the hip-hop-rock-whateverteenswant station, and even the local adult contemporary station. No such luck.
Relief came, as usual, from a Toronto-based source. 680 News.
Apparently there was an upset at the Oscars last night. <*rolling eyes*> Brokeback Mountain didn't claim Best Pic. That honor went to Crash.
The little girl inside of me did her happy dance. If I was a betting woman, I would've been rich.
Don't misunderstand me. While I am well aware of what the Bible says about homosexuality, my line of thinking on the subject does not go to ridiculous extremes.
I was, quite frankly, tired of all of the hype. It was as though people expected Brokeback to win on its gayness alone. Quite honestly in my opinion, from all that I'd seen and heard...At the end of the day, Brokeback Mountain was about an illicit affair. Old hat in Hollywood. Meanwhile, Crash? From what I hear, Crash was a true work of innovative storytelling. A rarity in La-La Land, well worth the price of admission.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
"This Too Shall Pass"
A couple of years ago I signed up for Yolanda Adams' mailing list. They sent me a note today. I didn't pay attention at first. But God gave me the good sense to give it a second look.
The message contained a link for Yolanda's latest video, "This Too Shall Pass". (It's also available on her site.) What a blessing!! This song couldn't have come to me at a better time.
I attended a funeral earlier today. It was for someone who used to be very close to me. I loved her dearly. And though we live(d) in the same small town, I haven't seen her for a few years. All I could think coming home from the service is, "What is wrong with me?". Too much time was wasted, and now it's too late.
And then there's my career. After a few months of working as a substitute teacher, I believe it's time to move on. I would love to have my own classroom. I pine away for it. Dream about it.
To compound matters, I live with someone who seems dedicated to harassing me about my conviction to remain true to myself. No one wants to hire me, supposedly, because of my short, nappy, natural hair.
The animosity that I have come to endure is from someone who has never been in the interviewinterviews with me. She has no idea of the anxiety that I feel.
I have an interview tomorrow for a position. Do you know what I've been doing? Studying, as though in preparation for an exam.
And pass or fail, I am confident that over 50% of my responses will sound intelligent.
I'm so glad I listened to "This Too Shall Pass". Because one day, when I'm hired and this time is over, I shall laugh at the pain. For now there are moments when all I want to do is cry. And I'm tired of those.
I need to get beyond this place. Beyond where I am professionally and personally. Not having a steady job can be nerve-wracking. For, I know that God is carrying me. Yet when I fall on hard times, I feel as though I am about to break. And I'm tired of feeling so fragile.
The message contained a link for Yolanda's latest video, "This Too Shall Pass". (It's also available on her site.) What a blessing!! This song couldn't have come to me at a better time.
I attended a funeral earlier today. It was for someone who used to be very close to me. I loved her dearly. And though we live(d) in the same small town, I haven't seen her for a few years. All I could think coming home from the service is, "What is wrong with me?". Too much time was wasted, and now it's too late.
And then there's my career. After a few months of working as a substitute teacher, I believe it's time to move on. I would love to have my own classroom. I pine away for it. Dream about it.
To compound matters, I live with someone who seems dedicated to harassing me about my conviction to remain true to myself. No one wants to hire me, supposedly, because of my short, nappy, natural hair.
The animosity that I have come to endure is from someone who has never been in the interviewinterviews with me. She has no idea of the anxiety that I feel.
I have an interview tomorrow for a position. Do you know what I've been doing? Studying, as though in preparation for an exam.
And pass or fail, I am confident that over 50% of my responses will sound intelligent.
I'm so glad I listened to "This Too Shall Pass". Because one day, when I'm hired and this time is over, I shall laugh at the pain. For now there are moments when all I want to do is cry. And I'm tired of those.
I need to get beyond this place. Beyond where I am professionally and personally. Not having a steady job can be nerve-wracking. For, I know that God is carrying me. Yet when I fall on hard times, I feel as though I am about to break. And I'm tired of feeling so fragile.
Beware of Travis Frey
A little while ago on the radio, I heard about someone named Travis Frey. Mr. Frey is a man who, among other things, prepared a "Contract of Wifely Expectations" for his spouse. As the DJ went over a few of the details, I remember...I could barely believe my ears. And when I came across the document just now, I could barely believe my eyes.
Bulletin - via myspace
I found this in my bulletin box on myspace today.
What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.
See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when yo u go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy -age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little ol d man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an imagination)
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"
When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need.
What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.
See what you think:
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when yo u go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy -age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little ol d man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody . You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an imagination)
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"
When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need.
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