Entries Tagged as 'High School'

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

be-longing

my heart belongs to You i’ll never give myself to another my heart belongs to You mm this res­onates tonight no hay nadie como tu ———————–Inser­tion I’ve always expected some point in my life where I’d get so frus­trated with this life and this cul­ture and these headgames and get to the point of deny­ing God entirely, […]

Sunday, February 19th, 2006

..pieces

And what are you scared of?” “I’m afraid of being spread so thin noth­ing I do has pur­pose and mean­ing any­more.” ——————————————————- Another piece 5: i would love ppl to call me out in love 5: i guess the things that stop me are like think­ing it’s futile 5: cuz a lot of ppl take […]

Tuesday, February 14th, 2006

new eyes

CRAZY. All these loose threads and strands are com­ing and being tied together. WOW CRAZY. God’s show­ing and teach­ing me things all over again with new eyes. Like falling in love with some­body you’ve never known, until now. The half-analogy is like liv­ing with your grand­par­ents in the same house, but finally start­ing to ask […]

Wednesday, February 8th, 2006

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Spin cycle all this week. Ohboy­ohboy­ohboy­ohboy. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, GOSH My left nos­tril clogs right as soon as my right nos­tril clears, then they decide they don’t like it that way and switch.

Monday, February 6th, 2006

THIS WEEK">THIS WEEK

ohhh Lord it’s gonna be a rough one. breathe.

Saturday, February 4th, 2006

your love as It rises on us

I was at Haste House prayer this morn­ing and in the mid­dle some folks started cry­ing for the bro­ken and lost and oppressed of the world. Half-sobs, salt-blister tears and only what can be described as cries to a One who promised to be pow­er­ful and mighty and just. I wrote them down (I hope […]

Friday, February 3rd, 2006

history is watching

Bono’s remarks at the National Prayer Break­fast If you’re won­der­ing what I’m doing here, at a prayer break­fast, well, so am I. I’m cer­tainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It’s cer­tainly not because I’m a rock star. Which leaves one pos­si­ble expla­na­tion: I’m here because I’ve got […]

Wednesday, February 1st, 2006

upd, ate

Many of you have asked what the siz­able ban­dage on my right hand has been doing there, and why my hand­writ­ing has become amaz­ingly retarded in the last few days. I wish I could tell you how I got into a knife fight or about that mis­ad­ven­ture in the army, but… I was doing the dishes. […]

Friday, January 27th, 2006

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Thanks, friends ———– Things that made me smile today: – This one guy crossed my path, tripped on a jut­ting brick edge and tried to pass it off like noth­ing hap­pened. – Passed a hairy man wear­ing a “I Fart in Your Gen­eral Direc­tion” Monty Python shirt, in big gothic letters.

Wednesday, January 25th, 2006

midday

I fell asleep face­down on the Memo­r­ial Glade grass today, and woke up with grass marks on my face and “You give me life, you give me breath, you give me a heart to love you with” pound­ing in my head.