77 Zealous Inches

All posts for the next three weeks, at least. Feasting (the best idea the Lord had since salvation for mankind) is going to begin soon and I can’t tell you how stoked I am about mastering the art of meditation and all things inclusive to it. Stoked, I am.

Directly after Feast begins the saga of Jules and Chuck across the desert to meet up with some very cool folks and their happy Home and frolic for seven days in a land overflowing with milk, honey, all-you-can-eat sushi bars, pizza buffets and 24 hour room service. (Praises, strong tounges and weeping) Basically, we have a very cool God who likes to spoil me with things I don’t deserve, He’s the best! Yes, we’re going on a cruise!

So when it’s dark outside
And you’re missing me
Just try to remember
I’m in a better place, baby

I’ll be chillin’ out with Chuck
I’ll be sleeping in till three
Bowing my head,
saying a prayer,
with wild sea wind,
blowing through my hair
I’ll be happy, baby

(End of tragically dorky poem I’m going to regret posting in about ten minutes)

So have fun everyone, I will be! Feast well, live free, die hard, and keep any comments pure, just the way I like it. If I get any trollers or spammers you just show them what’s up and hold the fort here till I get back!

On a totally unrelated note, I think this is just too cool! I know nyet about music but this album was pretty rockin’ in my opinion. Golly, wouldn’t it be cool if he wins?

For my upcoming Monday, which is up and coming in about four hours, when I must awaken from the sleep that I have not yet fallen into and begin my day. I see now that the second cup of coffee at quarter to five this afternoon was clearly not my best idea ever, as the blessed angel of sleep must be scared away by the aura of caffeine I feel enveloping me. I’ve prayed for China, I’ve counted sheep, I’ve thought my most favorite thoughts and secret fantasies, I’ve signed into chat and wished good friends goodnight, and now everyone’s offline (which, come to think of it, makes me realize I don’t have enough friends in opposite hemispheres, who would be, at this moment, well-rested, chipper, and easily able to entertain me in my hour of need.) Still, sleep does not come to me.

Well, if nothing else this is a good lesson on what happens to Jules when she sleeps till ten a.m., drinks coffee at five p.m., and misses her get-out. This will also give me a renewed reason to praise the Lord for that blessed, streaming, fragrant elixir of life that (coupled with key power) will be the legs on which I will stand tomorrow. Now, I might say another prayer for China, perhaps count a few more sheep, or if that doesn’t work, I’ll wander about the house until I find one of our totally admirable resident parents, who is no doubt at this moment bouncing up and down the halls with babe-in-arms and wishing for some company.

It’s like he took the words right out of my mouth. I’m pretty sure this is one of my favorite passages in the Bible, just because it lends itself to so much hope, knowing Paul went through this too.

Really, honestly and truly not fishing for compliments here or trying to be down on myself, just marveling at how on the same page me’n Paul are. I mean, wow!

Romans, Chapter 7

14 For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin.

25 I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.