I'd Like to Add . . .

This morning, I hit snooze on my alarm a few times.  I also woke up with dark circles under my eyes and a headache that still hasn't left.  There was no coffee already made and on the way to work, my heat kept going sort of neutral instead of blasting me with warmth like I would have liked.  I read a chapter of Colossians but got fidgety and decided to try and do some homework which I just couldn't make myself pay attention to either.  I just decided to pray that the Lord would help my heart to just be content. This morning, my boss came up to the front office where I answer the telephones and greet visitors.  He told me he had just gotten off the phone with a woman who was in tears when she called.  He said that her husband had died last night. Her husband died last night. I'm not trying to be dramatic, but sometimes I just want to linger in the weight of something like that. I woke up this morning and drudged through the way to work, half asleep.  Today has been

Reading a blog post that one of my Facebook friends shared tonight was just the last straw.  Because every time, this irks me like nothing else but I never talk about it.  So I'm talking about it. The Paradox of Political Correctness is what I've decided to call it.  It's when those who seem to be advocating freedom of choice and tolerance and everyone's right to be right but do not respect those people who choose to disagree with them.  The heartbeat of this paradox goes back to the crux of political correctness itself because it's a system doomed to fail.  It would work, except that the whole message of this movement is that everyone should be free to choose, live and have whatever way they want and as soon as someone with a different opinion comes along, it collapses.  The same system that adores and esteems everyones right to be right implodes as soon as it is suggested that not everyone is right.  As long as everyone has a differing opinion, everyone cannot be

Happy Tuesday Morning, dear blog readers.  Like I said in my post yesterday, I want to post more often.  Content may sometimes be trivial and length unintimidating and short ("OOOh good.  Finally!" you may be thinking).  Actually, that's sort of one of the side goals of posting more often- some shorter and more light hearted posts.  Today, I'm sharing with you what I've been listening to as of late which, subsequently is also what's playing in my head.  It's the new Kings of Leon Mechanical Bull album.  I actually picked this bad boy up for $7 on black friday but couldn't decide whether I wanted to keep it or not.  After it sitting, unopened, in a target bag on the floor of my room for about a month and a half, I decided to just open the thing.  I had gotten one of the songs, Temple, as a free download from starbucks and really liked it.  I also listened to the rest of the album on Spotify to see if I actually wanted it and I liked the sound of most

S ometimes, I like to go through my journal and read what I've written there.  Sometimes, it makes me want to cringe.  Sometimes it gives me a little reminding hope that I'm not as scatterbrained as I sometimes feel.  Sometimes it will be exactly what I needed to read and through it, I am encouraged that the Lord does speak through me-even if it's to speak to myself.  Today, I felt compelled to read my last entry, so I did.  Coincidentally, I've also wanted to post on here today.  I'd like to post more often, even if it's just one liners.  I want to put pieces of my life up here like a storage box or scrap book that I (and hopefully you) can flip through and enjoy-now and later.  These two things together were the recipe for this here post today.  Here's from January 2nd. It's from after Jake gently challenged me to spend more of my time doing things that are good for me instead of often simply sinking into things I call "rest" but in reality d