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| There was a man who had a gift. This gift could change a person's life for the better, but it could only be used a limited amount, and depending on the weight of the change, it could have the effect of only being used once. But, as useful as this gift could be, the man lived ignorant of the knowledge that he could give such a blessing. One day, this man was walking alone through the woods, and he heard a cry from deeper in the forest. He walked toward the cry of anguish, and found a small hut, with no windows or door. He walked inside and found a young girl, badly starved, bound hand and foot to one of the walls. He unbound her and took her to his home to feed her and and nourish her back to health. They became fast friends, and then lovers in their time together. When she was in perfect health, she left him, but before she did, she told him that she was not just any young girl, but a witch, and she knew of his gift. He told her that he knew not what she spoke of, and she saw this was true. She told him that she would show him his gift, because he was kind-heartedness and compassion in rescuing her from her bonds. He then knew his gift, and wanted very much to use it, but she warned him that though it could be very strong indeed, he could only use it a limited amount before it would leave him. But the man was not wise and did not keep her warning. He squandered the gift on himself, and made a vast fortune for himself. Years later, he heard tell of a witch who had caught a terrible sickness, and he went to see what could be done. When he entered the dwelling, he saw that she was the one he had rescued all those years ago. She asked him to help her, and it grieved him to tell her that he could not. She asked him why, and he told her what he had done; that he depleted his gift in order to make a fortune for himself. When she heard this, she became grievously sorrowful so that all the life left within her vanished from her. The man gave his fortune away and lived the rest of his life in solitude and regret, until he died alone.
There is one for which this is written... I hope that one understands.
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| Huh... Haven't been on here in a while. Gee williggers, this has been a weird week. I feel like it was months long, and I wasn't even the one in the hospital. That was my sister. She ruptured her spleen. Always has to get the attention, you know. She was in a wee sledding accident, hit a stump going between 15 to 20 mph, you know, the usual. She came home on Wednesday, but immediately went back to the hospital because her temperature rose indecently.
I was asleep for that part, but I heard about it. There are other things that happened, but I don't feel like writing about them. Oh, well... I can tell you that my dad will be gone for a long time. I don't know where, or when exactly, but soon and far away, I'm guessing. Right now he's in Georgia, but he'll back in a week. Then he'll leave for five months for somewhere. Phew... Another revelation I had this week: dirt happens, but sometimes you can't wash it out.
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| Great balls of flaming Cheez-wiz, I haven't written on here in a long time! Not that's there's good reason for that, I just haven't. Well, to get to the point, I was able to witness to a classmate tonight, and I invited him to church, and he said he would come! I'll be praying for him all week, and after that. It really got me excited! I suppose that's about all I have to say, except that GOD IS AWESOME!!! I'm going have to give more of an update about recent events later, so until then... umm... read other stuff. | | |
| I've been a little busy lately, as we all are, I know, and I've had new different experiences, such as living at home by myself for almost two weeks, and over drawing on my bank account. Yeah, that was a good time... In any case, life is good and can only get better because God is my leader and I know He has my best in mind. Hmm... Hugs' latest entry has spurned me to write in here a bit because I haven't really taken the time do anything big or whatever lately. These last few months and weeks have been busy in head more than physically busy (perhaps that's how it is a lot of the time) and lately I know I've not been in the Word like I should be. I've been displacing myself from God inadvertently, yet, as with anyone else, with a mind to do it because of my human nature. I've let my flesh take over ever so subtly and it sneaked back in and took over my choices and the little things of my life, those things which I have said in a past entry are the things that end up defining who we are. I've also been challenged just about every day by heart tug (or sometimes a mental bashing) to WITNESS. Witness to my coworkers, fellow students, all kinds of people. the biggest excuse I've been giving myself is that I'm inadequate to witness, that I don't know enough about the Bible, and that something I say could completely turn them off from God forever, and that above all is something I don't want riding on my shoulders; but how selfish of me. How selfish it is to think of me, my saved, redeemed, sanctified and safe self when that person next to me needs Him. Pride. It's not too big of a word, but it just works its way into our hearts, makes the pulse feel better about itself, and works its way from there. I was driving a friend of mine home after working for hours on visuals for a concert our youth group is having, and we were talking about what we should have in the sequences and such, and that whatever it is we do, we give God the glory, not ourselves. I told him that pride has always been a big thing in my life, especially when it comes to something artistic I've done that showcases my talent. I like to let people know the excellent work I've done instead of praising God for the talent He's allowed me to have in different areas. We talked about some other things, and eventually we got around to how we felt empty and flat from not ministering enough to the lost. This has been heavy on my heart lately, and I can't shrug it off. I can only work at fulfilling it, and letting God take over when what needs to be done is what I am unable to do, which is not to say I shouldn't do it.
And there's a loyalty that's deeper than mere sentiments, and a music higher than the songs that I can sing. The stuff of earth competes for the allegiance I owe only to the giver of all good things. So if I stand, let me stand on the promise that You will pull me through. And if I can't, then me fall on the grace that first brought me to You. And if I sing, let me sing for the joy that has born in me these songs. And if I weep, let me weep as a man who is longing for his home.*
*Rich Mullins - If I Stand
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| Alriiight... Well, I finally got a job. I'm working on Nellis AFB as a lifeguard at the pool, and I start Monday. Phew... that took long enough. In the mean time, though, some crazy stuff has gone down. I had to have a physical to get the job, and the doctor heard a strange sound from my heart; it wasn't beating quite right. I had an EKG and an echocardiogram, which is probably the coolest thing I've had done to me. I could see my heart! That was ridiculously cool. Of course, it wasn't really all that cool, because it turns out I have a bicuspid aortic valve. For those of you who took Bio and retained most of the knowledge, I don't need to explain much more, but for the other 99% of us, it means this: the aortic valve is the only one in the heart with three flaps that open up to let blood through, but I was only born with two. I don't have a huge hole letting all kinds of blood loose, or anything like that, because the two flaps (forgive my lack of technical terms) are large enough to just about cover the whole space, but sometimes they don't completely meet and some blood leaks back in, which can cause complications during surgery and even teeth cleaning; go figure. Also, it appears I've been exposed to tuberculosis. I don't have it, but I've been around someone who has, most likely in Chile, or so they say. So... crazy. That also means I can't spread it, so you can't get it from me, which is good. I don't want to fly around the world infecting people. Not cool. That's pretty much the news as far as me for now, so, have a good day, or whatever time it is. | | |
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