I Wish I Did…
Lord,
I know You know what You’re doing.
I know You know what You’re going to do.
I know You know what I’m doing.
I know You know what I’m going to do.
I wish I did.
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I Wish I Did…
Lord,
I know You know what You’re doing.
I know You know what You’re going to do.
I know You know what I’m doing.
I know You know what I’m going to do.
I wish I did.
Haunted…Unpacked a Little
A couple of days before Christmas, I dropped this little post about the “Christmas Ghosts” into this space. I mentioned a “Christmas Ghost” that Mr. Dickens didn’t know about…The Ghost of Christmas-That-Never-Is-What-You-Think-It-Will-Be. The night I wrote that, I didn’t feel much like saying any more about it. So, here we are, two weeks after the fact, and here’s what I meant…
First, it ought to be a law that any school personnel only get one week off for Christmas…um, I mean…winter break! That’s about the maximum amount of time she can stand it! We all seem to do a lot better when we have our “regular” routines.
Second, there’s really nothing like using your “Christmas money” to catch up on normal, run-of-the-mill expenses. That kind of stinks!
Third, it ought to be another law that teenagers have the Christmas spirit at Christmas at least. The “one-week” law (see above) ought to apply to them as well.
It just seems that we get all worked up preparing for Christmas, or some idealized version of it, and then the reality sets in, and it’s a letdown by the time it actually gets here.
Oh,well, I guess we’re just disgustingly normal, huh?
By the way, the saddest place/time in the world? Wal-Mart’s Christmas section, December 27. The second saddest? Starbucks, without the eggnog lattè or the Christmas decorations, etc., January 5.
Haunted…Unpacked a Little
A couple of days before Christmas, I dropped this little post about the “Christmas Ghosts” into this space. I mentioned a “Christmas Ghost” that Mr. Dickens didn’t know about…The Ghost of Christmas-That-Never-Is-What-You-Think-It-Will-Be. The night I wrote that, I didn’t feel much like saying any more about it. So, here we are, two weeks after the fact, and here’s what I meant…
First, it ought to be a law that any school personnel only get one week off for Christmas…um, I mean…winter break! That’s about the maximum amount of time she can stand it! We all seem to do a lot better when we have our “regular” routines.
Second, there’s really nothing like using your “Christmas money” to catch up on normal, run-of-the-mill expenses. That kind of stinks!
Third, it ought to be another law that teenagers have the Christmas spirit at Christmas at least. The “one-week” law (see above) ought to apply to them as well.
It just seems that we get all worked up preparing for Christmas, or some idealized version of it, and then the reality sets in, and it’s a letdown by the time it actually gets here.
Oh,well, I guess we’re just disgustingly normal, huh?
By the way, the saddest place/time in the world? Wal-Mart’s Christmas section, December 27. The second saddest? Starbucks, without the eggnog lattè or the Christmas decorations, etc., January 5.
Just Don’t Try to Crash Into “The Man!”
From Wired News…
Virtual Burning Man.
Powered by Microsoft’s Flight Simulator. Cool. I guess…
Just Don’t Try to Crash Into “The Man!”
From Wired News…
Virtual Burning Man.
Powered by Microsoft’s Flight Simulator. Cool. I guess…
Oh, Yeah!
I used the rest of my Barnes & Noble gift card tonight! I actually remembered to take my list! And right at the top of the list was the Three Mo’ Tenors CD! Man, these guys are pretty awesome! I saw ’em last year during one of the fund-raisers for our local PBS station here in Atlanta. Right now, they’re doing a great rendition of “Were You There?”
All I can say is, “WOW!”
Oh, Yeah!
I used the rest of my Barnes & Noble gift card tonight! I actually remembered to take my list! And right at the top of the list was the Three Mo’ Tenors CD! Man, these guys are pretty awesome! I saw ’em last year during one of the fund-raisers for our local PBS station here in Atlanta. Right now, they’re doing a great rendition of “Were You There?”
All I can say is, “WOW!”
Charlie Hall in the CD Player Tonight…
“Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold thy glory.
Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high,
that the broken heart is the healed heart,
that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,
that the repenting soul is the victorious soul,
that to have nothing is to possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is the place of vision.
Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from the deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter the stars shine; let me find thy light in my darkness, thy life in my death, thy joy in my sorrow, thy grace in my sin, thy riches in my poverty, thy glory in my valley.”
(from The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, Arthur Bennett, editor, 1975)
Charlie Hall in the CD Player Tonight…
“Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold thy glory.
Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high,
that the broken heart is the healed heart,
that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,
that the repenting soul is the victorious soul,
that to have nothing is to possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is the place of vision.
Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from the deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter the stars shine; let me find thy light in my darkness, thy life in my death, thy joy in my sorrow, thy grace in my sin, thy riches in my poverty, thy glory in my valley.”
(from The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions, Arthur Bennett, editor, 1975)