2 Corinthians 1:3-7

Well apparently it’s going to be one of those days. One of those days in which you just throw up your hands and say whatever. No matter how hard you try or rely or whatever it just never seems enough.

These are the days when I most feel that the reformed church has totally manipulated my mind into something that gravitates towards depression. Yes I understand the beauty of grace but it’s hard to feel valued by Christ when you remember that you are totally depraved and a degenerate to boot.

Anyway like I said it’s been one of those days. So instead of moping I thought I get a quick emotional lift by listening to some tunes. And what comes up? “Born to Late” by The Clarks. Great. This is soon followed by the “Green Fields of France” by the Dropkick Murphy’s and “Stuck in Between Stations” by the Hold Steady. No lie. This was then followed by Third Eye Blind’s “Jumper.”

Needless to say the music is now off. Ugh.

Anyway here is a video of Western PA’s timeless rockers The Clarks. Enjoy.

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ramblings...

seattle. beautiful seattle. wonderful program. hell of expensive program.

muncie. random muncie. decent program. free to me program.

it is funny how god functions. he can give us an opportunity we thought we wanted. really, really wanted in fact. then he can present us with something we had forgotten and long ago dismissed. but it is a call (and a hard one to ignore at that) nevertheless.

so what does one do?
or rather what do i do?

west or midwest? debt or no debt? dream or calling?

ugh. i know. i know. freakishly lame complaints from someone way too blessed. the decision has been made. i am just not willing to admit it quite yet. i still want to hold onto the dream. but what i really need to do is hold onto christ.

oh, well. ball state here i come.