The Baking Soda is Really Nice


Day’s Verse:

“Your light wil break forth like the dawn…your recovery will speedily spring forth.”

Isaiah 58:8


Contentment with Christ is yours when you submit yourself to God.

That big-hug-feeling will come when you are sorrowful over your sin and the sins of others.

When you humbly know where you stand with God, yielding and forebearing, you will be given joy.

God will fill your longing when you starve after His goodness, but not if you nibble on other worldly snacks.

Your forebearance, lovingkindness, and active seeking to do right will be paid back by God.

[to be continued] Continue Reading >>

Time is the Fire We Burn In


Day’s Verse:

Love…endures all things.

1 Cor. 13:7


Frankly, for the time being, the whole point of this blog is to count.

Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem “Adonais” has a couple stanzas that, though depressing, struck me:

‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep

With phantoms an unprofitable strife,

And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife

Invulnerable things.-We decay

Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief

Convulse us and consume us day by day,

And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. Continue Reading >>

When Time Flies Like an Anvil


This time next Saturday I’ll be hanging out with my awesome, handsome, and exceedingly sexy husband in London! 😀

From Don Friesen, Wussman Walking:

College is a gamble. You don’t now what you want to be.

“You in?”

“I’m in. Got nothing else going. I’ll see your lack of clear-cut goals and raise you the best years of my life, how’s that?”


“You don’t have to quit smoking all at once! Use Zyban! Side effects include itching, swelling, crapping, nausea, dirrhea, constipation, death, coma, seizure, run – run for your life – head for the hills!” Continue Reading >>

Rant on…

drinking. Thankfully most people I hang out with don’t drink, at least not much, but Ian’s group members have reminded me how little I think of people who drink heavily. Apparently after they finished their presentation successfully the two other men went out and got exceedingly drunk. Not just comfortably buzzed to celebrate, not even fairly drunk, but so drunk they came back to violently throw up, then sleep.

Let me ask: Who in their right minds would do something like that for fun? I cannot begin express my extreme disgust and revulsion at such an action, and at such people as would do that. Drinking responsibly is one thing; a glass of wine with dinner actually is said to improve your health. Getting unspeakably smashed to celebrate – I cannot for the life of me understand it. Not even a little bit. So you basically let yourself go insane, release all holds, behave completely idiotically by poisoning your body, and then live with the consequences (namely throwing up followed by a huge hangover). It pisses me off to hear about this kind of irresponsibility. Maybe I’m intolerant about this, but I just have to say: I have NO respect for people who drink heavily. None. They are fools, idiots, despicable scum who deserve all the pain they get after drinking so much. It’s stupid to behave so irresponsibly, especially in another country where you’re representing the United States, and I don’t care if it’s common practice to drink heavily in that country or not. Anybody who feels the need to lose themselves so completely needs to talk to a psychologist, not a bartender. Continue Reading >>

That Shiny Diamond Called Integrity


Day’s Verse:

“Who of you by being worried can add a single hour to your life? So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Matt. 6:27, 34


A quick question: what is it about not having access to food that makes it so much more appealing? In the apartment I consistently go four to six hours without eating or thinking of eating, but as soon as I get to Clark my stomach demands filling. Maybe it’s the same phenomena that makes me appreciate Ian more when he’s gone than when we comfortably live together. Continue Reading >>

Adventures In Basement Living

Today we had a little rainshower. In the apartment, that is. As I walked by Eric’s room I heard a steady dripping noise, and, alarmed, glanced inside only to find an expanding puddle around the door to his bathroom. Surprised, I gingerly stepped across to turn his light on, only to find that water was running down the wall, dripping through the drop-ceiling, and plopping into his bathroom and bedroom. Unsure of the situation, and concerned that the dripping would reach his computer, I rushed to turn his computer off. The puddle’s size surprised me, as was the sight of water coming consistently through our cheap ceiling tiles. Drip. Drip. Drip. Long story short, the puddle was caused by a bathtub overflow upstairs, and after a time – witht the aid of several towels – everything began to dry out. Continue Reading >>