"Early in the morning talkin' it over, Me and God. Late at night talkin' it over, Me and God. We go together like two peas in a pod, me and God". This is a line from a country music song. Yes, I listen to country, and it really speaks to how I wish my relationship with God was. I have a really hard time talking to him because I'm not so sure he wants to hear what I've got going on.
Then I start to realize that He created me to have a relationship with ME. God wants nothing more than to hear every little detail about my life. Anything short of sin is prayer I've been told. Sure, he sees what I do every minute of every day, but I think that perhaps he wants to hear me say how I feel about some of these things.
Friday afternoon I had coffee with a friend of mine from church and one comment that he shared with me was, "Do I ever ask what God is doing in someone's life?" No, I never do that. It's such a simple thing that you never think to ask God what he is doing, instead of telling him what you need him to do. There is so much going on behind the scenes that you just can't imagine every little bit of it. God is infinite, and if he doesn't want to let me in on some tiny detail about what he's doing, that's quite all right with me, I probably wouldn't understand it anyway.
For now, I'm just going to be content with spending time with God, Talkin' it over. I like bouncing ideas off of people and there aren't a lot of people that will sit and listen to every tiny annoyance in my life and stick around. If she ever comes along then I'll marry her that minute.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
San Diego
Little brothers have this tendency to not be little 10 years after you graduate high school. He's only 2 years younger than me so he's been out himself for 8. This past weekend he celebrated his 26Th birthday and in a flash of... something... my dad, Bruce, Mat and I decided to drive the 15 hours to Bass Pro Shop, and since we were down there, go visit Kevin for his birthday. It was a reasonable uneventful drive down and we sat in a little Mexican cantina to wait for him.
Several pitchers of Margarita later, Kevin finally got off work and came down to join us. Bruce, Mat, and I hung out in the bar while my dad and him got a table. One by one we walked out of the restaurant and joined them. Kevin was surprised and very excited that his family would make the trip. After dinner, we went back to his place where the exhausted went to sleep, and I took Kevin bowling with his roommate. Among some other dorky endeavors, we sang some karaoke, and by "we", I mean Kevin.
After bowling we weren't quite ready to head home so we went to an Irish Pub nearby and had a couple of pints to wind down the night. At midnight we realized it was Kevin's birthday and we decided we had to make a fool of him. We got a bunch of the bar to sing to him and the band that was playing gave him a request, which they weren't going to actually play because it was about a 10 minute song. Other's started buying him drinks, and after singing and laughing and generally making a scene, we went home.
Saturday started like most Saturday's around me, we went to breakfast, drank some coffee, and got out of the house. I like to hike around here, but down in San Diego we went to Balboa Park and walked around all the old buildings. It was pretty interesting, but not that exciting, so we decided to go surfing instead. I thought I would try and surf, which I did manage to get to my feet once, but after swallowing my body weight in salt water, I wasn't feeling so great. I managed to make it back to Kevin's apartment before I let the salt water make a return. After that little episode, I felt pretty good and was ready to eat again. We went to this little steak house that had really good fries and had burgers.
The night ended with a bonfire on some beach near Sea World. This is a firework display that happens every night and we got to see a little bit of it. They burnt wood until sometime around 1, but we travellers had to jump in the car to make the long trip home. We did finally pull into the driveway around 1 o'clock Sunday. We were only gone for all of about 62 hours and driving for over 30 of them. Next year, I'm going to fly down if it gets in my head to go visit.
Several pitchers of Margarita later, Kevin finally got off work and came down to join us. Bruce, Mat, and I hung out in the bar while my dad and him got a table. One by one we walked out of the restaurant and joined them. Kevin was surprised and very excited that his family would make the trip. After dinner, we went back to his place where the exhausted went to sleep, and I took Kevin bowling with his roommate. Among some other dorky endeavors, we sang some karaoke, and by "we", I mean Kevin.
After bowling we weren't quite ready to head home so we went to an Irish Pub nearby and had a couple of pints to wind down the night. At midnight we realized it was Kevin's birthday and we decided we had to make a fool of him. We got a bunch of the bar to sing to him and the band that was playing gave him a request, which they weren't going to actually play because it was about a 10 minute song. Other's started buying him drinks, and after singing and laughing and generally making a scene, we went home.
Saturday started like most Saturday's around me, we went to breakfast, drank some coffee, and got out of the house. I like to hike around here, but down in San Diego we went to Balboa Park and walked around all the old buildings. It was pretty interesting, but not that exciting, so we decided to go surfing instead. I thought I would try and surf, which I did manage to get to my feet once, but after swallowing my body weight in salt water, I wasn't feeling so great. I managed to make it back to Kevin's apartment before I let the salt water make a return. After that little episode, I felt pretty good and was ready to eat again. We went to this little steak house that had really good fries and had burgers.
The night ended with a bonfire on some beach near Sea World. This is a firework display that happens every night and we got to see a little bit of it. They burnt wood until sometime around 1, but we travellers had to jump in the car to make the long trip home. We did finally pull into the driveway around 1 o'clock Sunday. We were only gone for all of about 62 hours and driving for over 30 of them. Next year, I'm going to fly down if it gets in my head to go visit.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Rain
Tonight I went to small group and spent some time with a few brothers talking about how we connect with the Lord. I admit that I was lost for most of the conversation, but I did have a few insights and points that I thought were relevant that I was willing to share, but that's not what this is about. It's about the rain.
After we met, I sat on my bike talking with one of the brothers for a little while and the rain started to drum down softly on my head. I started to think about several things, first that I had to ride in it but second that the rain catches on the road and will attach to the tire and finally end up on my butt. Rain this time of year is still cold by the way.
Riding in the rain I was getting beyond soaked, but I didn't even care. It was dark and a bit cold and I couldn't see a thing. My glasses were starting to get covered in water and in the dark, I just couldn't see 20 feet in front of me, so I had to slow down and rely on the stream of cars coming by in order to see anything at all. Then it hit me, I need to slow down, we all need to slow down.
I've been running through life so fast lately that I don't realize that I can't see what's right in front of me some times. Those are times when I need to slow down and let my brothers come along side me and help me see what is right in front of me and I can't see it for myself. I'm in the process of realizing this when I got onto my road and almost home.
That's when the rain really picked up, kicked in, or however you want to say it, and I was getting drenched. I was hit by rain from above and below, and blasted in the face with the Holy Spirit. Riding along I started to laugh, and boy did I laugh. I almost wrecked, but I didn't care. I was loving God and realized that He was loving me. So bring on the Rain.
After we met, I sat on my bike talking with one of the brothers for a little while and the rain started to drum down softly on my head. I started to think about several things, first that I had to ride in it but second that the rain catches on the road and will attach to the tire and finally end up on my butt. Rain this time of year is still cold by the way.
Riding in the rain I was getting beyond soaked, but I didn't even care. It was dark and a bit cold and I couldn't see a thing. My glasses were starting to get covered in water and in the dark, I just couldn't see 20 feet in front of me, so I had to slow down and rely on the stream of cars coming by in order to see anything at all. Then it hit me, I need to slow down, we all need to slow down.
I've been running through life so fast lately that I don't realize that I can't see what's right in front of me some times. Those are times when I need to slow down and let my brothers come along side me and help me see what is right in front of me and I can't see it for myself. I'm in the process of realizing this when I got onto my road and almost home.
That's when the rain really picked up, kicked in, or however you want to say it, and I was getting drenched. I was hit by rain from above and below, and blasted in the face with the Holy Spirit. Riding along I started to laugh, and boy did I laugh. I almost wrecked, but I didn't care. I was loving God and realized that He was loving me. So bring on the Rain.
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