Today has been a pretty relaxing day. I went to church with the family and my sunday school group hosted a lunch fundraiser for their summer missions trip to Jordan and Israel. Then I went home and took a nice nap. So overall a very relaxing day. I realize that I was up way too late last night and that made me pretty tired at church this morning, but it was nothing too bad. After years of getting too little sleep on a normal basis, I've kind of gotten used to it.
I took notes with my laptop in church today, and that was pretty nice. I like taking notes in church now. I don't think I ever really took notes in any sort of consistent fashion before, but now I take them every single week. It's good practice for getting back into college, and it's a good habit nonetheless. Later, I can go back to those notes and review them and go over the passage and gain even more from it.
Well, I suppose I really don't have that much to talk about right now. I just wanted to write. Now that I have, I think I feel much better.
Shalom!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Early Morning Thoughts
It's funny. It's about 2:30 in the morning and I suddenly got the feeling that I need to write. A few things just started to run though my head.
What manner of man am I?
This question seems to float around in there. Am I a good man? Am I a bad man that just happens to be around good people?
The reason this seems to be in my head might be due to the break-up. First off, this was the first time a girlfriend has broken up with me. There was two other occasions that were kind of like break-ups, but one was not really what you would call a romantic relationship, and the other I wasn't even in a relationship with yet. So yes, this was the first time someone else had broken up with me. But the thing is, I'm more at peace about this break-up than the others. Or, I guess you could say, the other.
That's kind of where the whole question of the manner of a man I am comes floating into my head. True, I didn't ask to break up. But the funny thing is, I know I would have. Eventually, I would have asked her why she barely ever touched me. I have a feeling that would have spiked off a bit of a response from her. I might have said something akin to "It doesn't feel like a real relationship to me, so why are we still pretending it is?" I place a lot of significance on physical affection; it's very important to me. I'm a touchy-feely kind of guy, and quite affectionate. I mean, my sister and I hug a lot and so does my whole family. But I barely received any hugs from her at all.
Anyway, then I got thinking of what I would say to her if she asked me why I left. For one, I know I would say that I gave the relationship a chance, and that if I didn't I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. But the relationship didn't work out and in fact nothing was really working out, so I moved back. Now everything seems to be working out.
I started thinking of what I would say to convince her that this was really the best course of action for both of us, if she doesn't already believe that herself. I would say that I'm not that great of a man, and that she deserves better. Well, in my mind I don't think I'm that great of a man. I have some demons that nobody knows about. They're buried so deep, even I sometimes forget they're there. If anyone ever did find out about them, I would either end up in an asylum or prison. Most likely prison, I suppose. Funny thing is, I might be the one to beg them to put me there. I don't think I'm capable of what those demons tell me to do, but just thinking that it's possible frightens me.
Probably my greatest fear of all is hurting people -- of hurting people so badly that the wounds, be they physical or emotional, will never heal. My nightmares are filled with pained faces, permanently scarred from the toil that I inflict. I fear that I am capable of such acts that would cause faces to stare at me in fear, hatred and loathing until the end of time. Maybe it is this fear that makes me incapable of such acts, whatever they be. I can only hope that is the case.
When I have expressed such fears to certain people whom I know well, they have tried to calm my spirit by telling me, "There's no way you could do anything like that." "I know you, you wouldn't hurt a fly," or some other thing like that. And part of me believes them. But another part still fears that somewhere inside of me is that capacity. And I suppose there is. After all, raw human nature is ugly, vicious, violent and evil. But I have one thing that is more powerful than all of human nature. I have the holy spirit within me. Yes, that is a very comforting thought. And I suppose I have not really thought about it quite like this. But the Holy Spirit is God, and part of God. (I don't even want to get in to speculation on the dynamics of the Trinity!) And God is more powerful than anything period. So if God is inside of my through the Holy Spirit, I really don't have anything to fear. I know that if I simply call on Him when I fear I have the capability to do something very evil, He will defeat whatever it is within me that would cause me to do it. Wow, I think I just had a bit of a revelation.
I suppose it matters not what manner of man I am. It matters what manner of man God can make me into, and what manner of man He's using. He is in control, after all.
Well, thank you God for easing my soul once more. I don't know how you seem to do these things, but I never want to be without you.
Shalom!
What manner of man am I?
This question seems to float around in there. Am I a good man? Am I a bad man that just happens to be around good people?
The reason this seems to be in my head might be due to the break-up. First off, this was the first time a girlfriend has broken up with me. There was two other occasions that were kind of like break-ups, but one was not really what you would call a romantic relationship, and the other I wasn't even in a relationship with yet. So yes, this was the first time someone else had broken up with me. But the thing is, I'm more at peace about this break-up than the others. Or, I guess you could say, the other.
That's kind of where the whole question of the manner of a man I am comes floating into my head. True, I didn't ask to break up. But the funny thing is, I know I would have. Eventually, I would have asked her why she barely ever touched me. I have a feeling that would have spiked off a bit of a response from her. I might have said something akin to "It doesn't feel like a real relationship to me, so why are we still pretending it is?" I place a lot of significance on physical affection; it's very important to me. I'm a touchy-feely kind of guy, and quite affectionate. I mean, my sister and I hug a lot and so does my whole family. But I barely received any hugs from her at all.
Anyway, then I got thinking of what I would say to her if she asked me why I left. For one, I know I would say that I gave the relationship a chance, and that if I didn't I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. But the relationship didn't work out and in fact nothing was really working out, so I moved back. Now everything seems to be working out.
I started thinking of what I would say to convince her that this was really the best course of action for both of us, if she doesn't already believe that herself. I would say that I'm not that great of a man, and that she deserves better. Well, in my mind I don't think I'm that great of a man. I have some demons that nobody knows about. They're buried so deep, even I sometimes forget they're there. If anyone ever did find out about them, I would either end up in an asylum or prison. Most likely prison, I suppose. Funny thing is, I might be the one to beg them to put me there. I don't think I'm capable of what those demons tell me to do, but just thinking that it's possible frightens me.
Probably my greatest fear of all is hurting people -- of hurting people so badly that the wounds, be they physical or emotional, will never heal. My nightmares are filled with pained faces, permanently scarred from the toil that I inflict. I fear that I am capable of such acts that would cause faces to stare at me in fear, hatred and loathing until the end of time. Maybe it is this fear that makes me incapable of such acts, whatever they be. I can only hope that is the case.
When I have expressed such fears to certain people whom I know well, they have tried to calm my spirit by telling me, "There's no way you could do anything like that." "I know you, you wouldn't hurt a fly," or some other thing like that. And part of me believes them. But another part still fears that somewhere inside of me is that capacity. And I suppose there is. After all, raw human nature is ugly, vicious, violent and evil. But I have one thing that is more powerful than all of human nature. I have the holy spirit within me. Yes, that is a very comforting thought. And I suppose I have not really thought about it quite like this. But the Holy Spirit is God, and part of God. (I don't even want to get in to speculation on the dynamics of the Trinity!) And God is more powerful than anything period. So if God is inside of my through the Holy Spirit, I really don't have anything to fear. I know that if I simply call on Him when I fear I have the capability to do something very evil, He will defeat whatever it is within me that would cause me to do it. Wow, I think I just had a bit of a revelation.
I suppose it matters not what manner of man I am. It matters what manner of man God can make me into, and what manner of man He's using. He is in control, after all.
Well, thank you God for easing my soul once more. I don't know how you seem to do these things, but I never want to be without you.
Shalom!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Fallen asleep
In case some some of you haven't heard already, my Grandfather passed away today. I was able to be there by his side as they took him off life support this afternoon. It was hard, but not as hard as I thought it would be. Mostly because as I looked at his face, with his eyes open but not seeing, I kept on thinking, 'Imagine what he's seeing right now! He's seeing his Creator, his Savior, his Friend, his God!' And through all of that, I actually found myself envying him in a certain way. His race has run, and he is now with his eternal Father, basking in the pure and all-encompassing love of God. He's being embraced by the One who adopted him into His holy family.
As I sit here, weary and spent, reflecting on this day, I can't help but think of something I read in the Bible. I'll share it with you.
1 Corinthians 15:20-23
"But in fact Christ has been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. For as by a man came death, by a man has come also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive. But each in his own order: Christ the firstfruits, then at his coming those who belong to Christ."
Today, I said on facebook that my grandfather had fallen asleep this afternoon and was now with God. I did not mean that he had drifted off to sleep at a certain time, I mean that he had passed away.
After Christ's resurrection from the dead, believers in Him had started to refer to dying in Christ as "falling asleep". Jesus had defeated death once and for all when he rose. Now, death has no power over those that die with God's salvation. He paved the way for all who know Him.
What a beautiful image of God's love! He made it possible for us to be with Him for eternity. We who belong to Christ never really die. Like that Bible verse that everyone learned in Sunday school says: "For God so loved the world, that He gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life." (John 3:16)
Today, I saw that transformation. I witnessed my grandfather as he fell asleep. I expected to cry my eyes out; I expected to mourn and wail as the machine showed his heart rate diminishing.
But as it was happening, his eyes opened. To an outside observer, it might have seemed to be a blank stare at the ceiling; unfocused. For he was on medication that was keeping him sedated and, presumably, unaware of what was going on. But as I looked into his eyes, all I could see there was hope. Hope and utter joy. As I looked in his eyes, I knew he was ready to meet the Lord. And all doubts I might have had about heaven flew out the window. God was taking him home.
I don't know how else to describe what happened in that room. It was natural, yet supernatural. It was horrific, yet beautiful. It was death, yet it was life. I've no doubt at all that he is with the Father now. He doesn't have any health problems; he doesn't have any pain. He is purely joyful and purely loved.
What love the Father has for us, that he gives us such a gift as that! We don't deserve it, yet he has given it freely. He has given his own Son to die such a horrible death to atone for our sins. And He has the ultimate victory! He defeated death to give us life! I can't even fathom that kind of love. Like the song says, His is an amazing love.
God, thank you for what you have given us. Thank you for taking my grandfather by the hand and taking him into your presence. I rejoice for him, and I rejoice that you have given me that same gift. I excitedly await the day when you take my hand and I can dwell with you forever. Until that day comes, I praise you for every day you have given me on this earth. I pray that I can tell all that I can of the wonderful love you have, and of the amazing gift you have given. I pray that I may do your will in all things, and that I learn to love like you love.
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As I sit here, weary and spent, reflecting on this day, I can't help but think of something I read in the Bible. I'll share it with you.
1 Corinthians 15:20-23
"But in fact Christ has been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep. For as by a man came death, by a man has come also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive. But each in his own order: Christ the firstfruits, then at his coming those who belong to Christ."
Today, I said on facebook that my grandfather had fallen asleep this afternoon and was now with God. I did not mean that he had drifted off to sleep at a certain time, I mean that he had passed away.
After Christ's resurrection from the dead, believers in Him had started to refer to dying in Christ as "falling asleep". Jesus had defeated death once and for all when he rose. Now, death has no power over those that die with God's salvation. He paved the way for all who know Him.
What a beautiful image of God's love! He made it possible for us to be with Him for eternity. We who belong to Christ never really die. Like that Bible verse that everyone learned in Sunday school says: "For God so loved the world, that He gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life." (John 3:16)
Today, I saw that transformation. I witnessed my grandfather as he fell asleep. I expected to cry my eyes out; I expected to mourn and wail as the machine showed his heart rate diminishing.
But as it was happening, his eyes opened. To an outside observer, it might have seemed to be a blank stare at the ceiling; unfocused. For he was on medication that was keeping him sedated and, presumably, unaware of what was going on. But as I looked into his eyes, all I could see there was hope. Hope and utter joy. As I looked in his eyes, I knew he was ready to meet the Lord. And all doubts I might have had about heaven flew out the window. God was taking him home.
I don't know how else to describe what happened in that room. It was natural, yet supernatural. It was horrific, yet beautiful. It was death, yet it was life. I've no doubt at all that he is with the Father now. He doesn't have any health problems; he doesn't have any pain. He is purely joyful and purely loved.
What love the Father has for us, that he gives us such a gift as that! We don't deserve it, yet he has given it freely. He has given his own Son to die such a horrible death to atone for our sins. And He has the ultimate victory! He defeated death to give us life! I can't even fathom that kind of love. Like the song says, His is an amazing love.
God, thank you for what you have given us. Thank you for taking my grandfather by the hand and taking him into your presence. I rejoice for him, and I rejoice that you have given me that same gift. I excitedly await the day when you take my hand and I can dwell with you forever. Until that day comes, I praise you for every day you have given me on this earth. I pray that I can tell all that I can of the wonderful love you have, and of the amazing gift you have given. I pray that I may do your will in all things, and that I learn to love like you love.
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Sunday, March 14, 2010
Sitting before church
It's kinda nice that nobody actually reads this. I can freely put my thoughts down.
So this morning when I picked Kaylee up at church, Bethany right away asked for her. I know this is a small thing, but it really bothers me. It's like she's shutting me out if her life so completely that she doesn't even want me around her daughter. It's just so... well I don't really know how to describe it. I moved all the way out here mostly because I wanted to be with her. And now she shuns me. This all started when I was getting down because I had no job for 3 months, I couldn't take her out on dates because I couldn't afford it. And to add to that, she won't let me touch her. I don't mean sexually, I mean at all. I can't hold her in my arms, I can't run my hands through her beautiful hair, she never wants me to hug her, and I can't even hold her hand. I don't understand why, but ever since I came here, she's been like that. It's like she's deliberately puuting up barriers between us so we can't grow closer. Anyway, she saw my depression and how I was getting sick a lot, and thought I was clinically depressed and wouldn't admit it. So she decided that being in a relationship with me was too stressful and she asked to "take a break" from our relationship. So now the only person I'm real close to who lives anywhere close to me has cast me aside. I would have thought that instead of breaking up, she would want to help me through anything I might be going through. That's precisely what I have tried to do. When she had her baby out of wedlock, I tried to be there for her as much as I could. When she had to find somewhere to live on her own, I helped her move all of her things into her new place. When her grandmother died, I tried to comfort her as best I could. But now, perhaps when I need her help the most, she runs away. I just don't understand. Unless she really doesn't want me. Unless she really doesn't love me. Just now, thinking of how I would say goodbye is killing me. What would I tell Kaylee? "I'm glad I got to know you. Take care of your mother for me. Goodbye Kaylee." Just thinking of that makes my heart stop. I really have to stop this post now. I have to go into church in a minute, and I don't want anyone to see me like this.
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So this morning when I picked Kaylee up at church, Bethany right away asked for her. I know this is a small thing, but it really bothers me. It's like she's shutting me out if her life so completely that she doesn't even want me around her daughter. It's just so... well I don't really know how to describe it. I moved all the way out here mostly because I wanted to be with her. And now she shuns me. This all started when I was getting down because I had no job for 3 months, I couldn't take her out on dates because I couldn't afford it. And to add to that, she won't let me touch her. I don't mean sexually, I mean at all. I can't hold her in my arms, I can't run my hands through her beautiful hair, she never wants me to hug her, and I can't even hold her hand. I don't understand why, but ever since I came here, she's been like that. It's like she's deliberately puuting up barriers between us so we can't grow closer. Anyway, she saw my depression and how I was getting sick a lot, and thought I was clinically depressed and wouldn't admit it. So she decided that being in a relationship with me was too stressful and she asked to "take a break" from our relationship. So now the only person I'm real close to who lives anywhere close to me has cast me aside. I would have thought that instead of breaking up, she would want to help me through anything I might be going through. That's precisely what I have tried to do. When she had her baby out of wedlock, I tried to be there for her as much as I could. When she had to find somewhere to live on her own, I helped her move all of her things into her new place. When her grandmother died, I tried to comfort her as best I could. But now, perhaps when I need her help the most, she runs away. I just don't understand. Unless she really doesn't want me. Unless she really doesn't love me. Just now, thinking of how I would say goodbye is killing me. What would I tell Kaylee? "I'm glad I got to know you. Take care of your mother for me. Goodbye Kaylee." Just thinking of that makes my heart stop. I really have to stop this post now. I have to go into church in a minute, and I don't want anyone to see me like this.
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Friday, February 26, 2010
She raised some good points today. Maybe I am, I don't know. But the prospect of going back on meds doesn't thrill me at all. But she's right, maybe I need to talk to someone about it. I don't think I feel it that much, but it might explain a few things. It might explain my staying up quite late, my eating habits, and my fatigue. I just don't want to accept it. I am a person who doesn't believe that medicine is the answer for everything. If possible, I try to avoid it. For thousands of years, we have done just fine without these kinds of medications. But maybe it's true that the chemistry of this day and age has changed so much that these medications are necessary for some people. And why would I fight that? Because I don't want to be dependant on any medicine for the rest of my life! It implies that I'm not strong enough to deal with life on my own, and that I need a crutch to get through. I hate that thought. It crushes my already severely diminished self-confidence. Maybe that's a sign right there that I do need help. I know I don't believe in myself. Maybe that's at the heart of the matter. My greatest fear is that I'll screw up so badly that my family and ones I love won't want me at all. Why am I so worried that I'll screw up that badly? I don't know. I just have the nagging feeling that I will. Maybe that's a sign of depression, or anxiety disorder or something like that. I really don't know. It seems like I say those three words a lot: I don't know. Maybe she's right. Maybe I really do need to talk to someone about it. ...why should that idea scare me as much as it does? Shouldn't that thought be a comfort, that now that I seek help I'll actually start to be normal again? If so, why does that not really comfort me? Well, whatever the case, I really should talk to someone about this. Someone I can trust.
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Thursday, February 25, 2010
What do you do when you're hungry, but dread the next time something goes down your throat?
What do you do when you're too tired to stay awake, yet you can't fall asleep?
These questions and more are driving me up the wall right now. I have strep throat, and it is very very annoying. I can't sleep, can't eat, and anytime I drink anything, it is extremely painful. Add to that, I don't think the pills that the doctor gave me are actually going down my throat.
Ugh, I just wish I could sleep and forget all of this!
What do you do when you're too tired to stay awake, yet you can't fall asleep?
These questions and more are driving me up the wall right now. I have strep throat, and it is very very annoying. I can't sleep, can't eat, and anytime I drink anything, it is extremely painful. Add to that, I don't think the pills that the doctor gave me are actually going down my throat.
Ugh, I just wish I could sleep and forget all of this!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Another day, another dollar ... not.
So I think this might be one of my complaining sessions again. It's a good thing nobody actually reads this blog then. But just now, thinking about writing all my woes, what difference would it really make if I did? Nobody really cares about the woes of a 23-year-old unemployed freeloader. I hate that word, but that's what I feel I have become. Whatever.
So instead I think I'll write about something else. I don't yet know what that is, but maybe something will come to me. I just noticed that when I type, I tend to really bang on the keyboard. My fingers just naturally just push hard on the keys, I don't know why. Maybe that's the way my mom types, and it's just hereditary. My mom does tend to type really fast, and if I know what I'm going to write, I can usually type pretty fast as well now. It never used to be like that when I was in school. I was a really slow typer in middle school, all the way through high school. I would always ask for my mom's help for typing something up. I would dictate and she would type it down, offering suggestions when my word choice needed help or something else like that. But now I can pretty much do it all by myself, which is convenient considering I'm on my own now.
I read a book today that I really liked. It was called "The Renovation" by, well, I can't remember who the author's name was. But it was a really good story about forgiveness, and finding God. It was also kind of a romance story, but more of a subtle romance. I'm kind of a sap when it comes to romance stories, as long as they have real love in them -- not that cheap imitation love that our society gives out in great supply.
Well, look at this, I've run out of things to say already. Oh wait! I just thought of something else.
A good friend from Tulsa contacted me on Facebook today. I haven't heard from him in a while, so it was quite nice. As you might know (or as you'll find out soon enough) I tend to be quite long-winded when it comes to my writing. So of course I sent him a big thing about everything that is going on in my life right now. Oh well, he knows how long winded I can be when I type. Funny thing is, I think I tend to be the opposite in person. I don't say all that much when I actually talk to people. Most of the time I'm either listening or trying to think of the right thing to say in the silences.
Okay, going in a totally different direction now. I seem to be very unsure of a great many things these days. I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to college this year; I'm not sure if going to college right now is what I really want to do, or if it's just what i've been pressured to think that's what I want to do. Same with my career choice. I'm not very sure that being a music teacher, or any teacher for that matter, is really what I want to do, or if it's just something my parents did so I should do it too. And my confidence is pretty much shot. I haven't got a job, nothing even on the horizon right now. I've been trying for a few months to get a job, but so far nobody wants to hire me. I don't know, maybe it's just the economy and nobody really is hiring much right now. I've seen that a lot in my search for a job. Most places I've been to (the vast majority, actually) are not hiring, but they're "always accepting applications". In other words, "We won't hire you, but since you have all that free time because you're unemployed, go ahead and fill out this time-consuming piece of paper."
Well, I truly am done now. I think I'm going to go to bed or something.
So instead I think I'll write about something else. I don't yet know what that is, but maybe something will come to me. I just noticed that when I type, I tend to really bang on the keyboard. My fingers just naturally just push hard on the keys, I don't know why. Maybe that's the way my mom types, and it's just hereditary. My mom does tend to type really fast, and if I know what I'm going to write, I can usually type pretty fast as well now. It never used to be like that when I was in school. I was a really slow typer in middle school, all the way through high school. I would always ask for my mom's help for typing something up. I would dictate and she would type it down, offering suggestions when my word choice needed help or something else like that. But now I can pretty much do it all by myself, which is convenient considering I'm on my own now.
I read a book today that I really liked. It was called "The Renovation" by, well, I can't remember who the author's name was. But it was a really good story about forgiveness, and finding God. It was also kind of a romance story, but more of a subtle romance. I'm kind of a sap when it comes to romance stories, as long as they have real love in them -- not that cheap imitation love that our society gives out in great supply.
Well, look at this, I've run out of things to say already. Oh wait! I just thought of something else.
A good friend from Tulsa contacted me on Facebook today. I haven't heard from him in a while, so it was quite nice. As you might know (or as you'll find out soon enough) I tend to be quite long-winded when it comes to my writing. So of course I sent him a big thing about everything that is going on in my life right now. Oh well, he knows how long winded I can be when I type. Funny thing is, I think I tend to be the opposite in person. I don't say all that much when I actually talk to people. Most of the time I'm either listening or trying to think of the right thing to say in the silences.
Okay, going in a totally different direction now. I seem to be very unsure of a great many things these days. I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to college this year; I'm not sure if going to college right now is what I really want to do, or if it's just what i've been pressured to think that's what I want to do. Same with my career choice. I'm not very sure that being a music teacher, or any teacher for that matter, is really what I want to do, or if it's just something my parents did so I should do it too. And my confidence is pretty much shot. I haven't got a job, nothing even on the horizon right now. I've been trying for a few months to get a job, but so far nobody wants to hire me. I don't know, maybe it's just the economy and nobody really is hiring much right now. I've seen that a lot in my search for a job. Most places I've been to (the vast majority, actually) are not hiring, but they're "always accepting applications". In other words, "We won't hire you, but since you have all that free time because you're unemployed, go ahead and fill out this time-consuming piece of paper."
Well, I truly am done now. I think I'm going to go to bed or something.
Monday, January 18, 2010
When You're Up Late - Wisdom From the Early Morning Hours
Sometimes when you're up late, the mind starts to shut down before you do. But somerimes i think my mind is wired for night thought. Thus, these little trinkets of thought come through.
If you're allergic to feathers, don't sleep with a down pillow.
Facebook is your enemy at 2 in the morning.
Life is short -- put your music on shuffle.
Gregorian Chant is hilarious when they sing "Smells Like Teen Spirit".
When old people say not to eat food really late, listen to them.
If you get up at 7, don't wait till 4 or 5 to shut your eyes.
If you do have trouble falling asleep, try to listen to some soothing nature sounds. There are many free recordings of rippling creeks, rainstorms, waterfalls, etc. available online.
Late at night is not always the best time to think the important stuff through. Our bodies know when it's time to shut down, and our judgment and thinking are not always the best when our bodies are ready for respite.
When reflecting on your day, try to think of ways you can show love to more people tomorrow.
Love is the universal language. Have you had a conversation with someone today?
Take a moment out of your busy day to reflect on what you have. Thankfulness is the first step towards contentment.
The souls are the only eternal things in this world -- cherish them.
A little cheerful corniness never hurt anybody.
Words like "destiny" and "fate" have new meaning when you know God is real.
From time to time, try listening to some music you wouldn't otherwise. You might actually find you like it.
Well, that's about all the "late-night wisdom" I have for tonight. I hope you all will have a wonderful sleep tonight and wake up refreshed and ready to take on the day.
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If you're allergic to feathers, don't sleep with a down pillow.
Facebook is your enemy at 2 in the morning.
Life is short -- put your music on shuffle.
Gregorian Chant is hilarious when they sing "Smells Like Teen Spirit".
When old people say not to eat food really late, listen to them.
If you get up at 7, don't wait till 4 or 5 to shut your eyes.
If you do have trouble falling asleep, try to listen to some soothing nature sounds. There are many free recordings of rippling creeks, rainstorms, waterfalls, etc. available online.
Late at night is not always the best time to think the important stuff through. Our bodies know when it's time to shut down, and our judgment and thinking are not always the best when our bodies are ready for respite.
When reflecting on your day, try to think of ways you can show love to more people tomorrow.
Love is the universal language. Have you had a conversation with someone today?
Take a moment out of your busy day to reflect on what you have. Thankfulness is the first step towards contentment.
The souls are the only eternal things in this world -- cherish them.
A little cheerful corniness never hurt anybody.
Words like "destiny" and "fate" have new meaning when you know God is real.
From time to time, try listening to some music you wouldn't otherwise. You might actually find you like it.
Well, that's about all the "late-night wisdom" I have for tonight. I hope you all will have a wonderful sleep tonight and wake up refreshed and ready to take on the day.
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