Today's groupon deal surprised me. The author subtly referenced water boarding. Props to the author.
"As a hybrid of surfing, snowboarding, and every other boarding approved by the Geneva Convention"
You'll be pleased to know you can board safely at the Wave House.
I have two draft entries that will debut within the week. =)
Friday, November 20, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Conjectures of a Speech Language Pathologist
High fives with as much force a 5 year old contains,
Spilling his energy into the world,
Radically sculpting his niche.
Frozen in his class picture: smiling and gazing outside—
Beyond the moment.
A still body witha busy mind,
Building connections,
Foraging his path to enlightenment.
He will excel in grade school.
His dimples will break hearts;
His enthusiasm will breed friendship.
He stalks knowledge, interrogating teachers.
Yes, he will excel.
He will never light up or sip an intoxicating drink.
He will live in the bubble of his class picture:
Safe.
A future teacher will ensure he continues to grow.
Surely, this gem will be polished.
The high five explodes with an echo.
He is waiting.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Giving generously or just giving?
I have a confession. This month, I have decided to give 10% of my gross monthly paycheck to God. And by 10%, it's probably 9.95%--a minor technicality. The point is, I started giving 5% in July or August. If I happened to have a surplus at the end of the month, I'd give that to God as well.
May I add this is a complete 180 for me. Some of my objections to God in the past included the priest spending an entire sermon asking for more money. The concept is foreign to me, but I've found a church I support and has pointed me to Jesus.
Two weeks ago, I listened to Bill preach about leaving big decisions up to God. He had a few pointers to help us learn to listen to God. One of which included obeying God when it came to the "little things." Arguably, I doubt any of God's demands upon us are little, or easy. What even qualifies as a "little thing?" For me, that was how much money I was giving to the church. It's probably one of the few things I can actually choose to obey. I anticipate it will be a difficult choice every month, but it's a choice I want to make.
It's been a week, and I've already noticed a shift in my perspective. I scrutinize my purchases like I never have before. Furthermore, I'm operating on cash only (with gas and groceries being the only exception). I am literally stretching my dollars every week. Oddly enough, I feel more responsible. I feel like I'm making better decisions with my money.
This decision, however, does have poor timing (will my sinful nature ever end?). While the amount of weight I lose increases, the amount of clothes that fit me in my closet decreases. Now I need to save money in order to rebuild my wardrobe. Maybe the timing is better than I thought since Christmas is right around the corner. I'm not worried either way; I just cannot splurge the way I had imagined.
The first week was a success. I managed to stay within my limit for the week, and today begins a new week. I'm thankful for all God has provided for me.
May I add this is a complete 180 for me. Some of my objections to God in the past included the priest spending an entire sermon asking for more money. The concept is foreign to me, but I've found a church I support and has pointed me to Jesus.
Two weeks ago, I listened to Bill preach about leaving big decisions up to God. He had a few pointers to help us learn to listen to God. One of which included obeying God when it came to the "little things." Arguably, I doubt any of God's demands upon us are little, or easy. What even qualifies as a "little thing?" For me, that was how much money I was giving to the church. It's probably one of the few things I can actually choose to obey. I anticipate it will be a difficult choice every month, but it's a choice I want to make.
It's been a week, and I've already noticed a shift in my perspective. I scrutinize my purchases like I never have before. Furthermore, I'm operating on cash only (with gas and groceries being the only exception). I am literally stretching my dollars every week. Oddly enough, I feel more responsible. I feel like I'm making better decisions with my money.
This decision, however, does have poor timing (will my sinful nature ever end?). While the amount of weight I lose increases, the amount of clothes that fit me in my closet decreases. Now I need to save money in order to rebuild my wardrobe. Maybe the timing is better than I thought since Christmas is right around the corner. I'm not worried either way; I just cannot splurge the way I had imagined.
The first week was a success. I managed to stay within my limit for the week, and today begins a new week. I'm thankful for all God has provided for me.
God Provides
Recently, I've become a fan of the farmer's market in Hillcrest on Sundays from 9-2. I especially love to buy yellow cherry-sized tomatoes. I missed a few Sundays when I was out of town in October. Last weekend, I was able to go and was hopeful to buy those yellow tomatoes. I have no idea when the season ends, but I bought 2 green baskets last week.
Today was a busy Sunday. Connery was over for breakfast, so that prevented a pre-church farmer's market run. A lunch meeting with IOB leadership prevented a post-church farmer's market run. I lamented over this fact as I drove Connery to the trolley station. Church is important as is IOB, so missing one week was tolerable.
After church, Amy asked if I needed any produce--she was going to the farmer's market. I was overjoyed as I asked her to pick up some yellow cherry-sized tomatoes.
I was awed to see Jesus show up in the smallest of places. I hope the yellow tomatoes are still in season, and while I eat them this week, I hope I remember to give thanks to Jesus. He truly provides for my needs-great and small.
Today was a busy Sunday. Connery was over for breakfast, so that prevented a pre-church farmer's market run. A lunch meeting with IOB leadership prevented a post-church farmer's market run. I lamented over this fact as I drove Connery to the trolley station. Church is important as is IOB, so missing one week was tolerable.
After church, Amy asked if I needed any produce--she was going to the farmer's market. I was overjoyed as I asked her to pick up some yellow cherry-sized tomatoes.
I was awed to see Jesus show up in the smallest of places. I hope the yellow tomatoes are still in season, and while I eat them this week, I hope I remember to give thanks to Jesus. He truly provides for my needs-great and small.
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