Life in fast forward

My life seriously feels like i'm on that water ride in Willie Wonka going in a million miles an hour. i was going to leave work "early" today, which meant that i left 15 minutes early. Honestly though, i worked fervently the whole time. Needless to say i'm tired. Lucky me it's my weekend...Wahoo

It's funny i just found a fortune from a couple months ago that said " Remember three months from this date (01/19/07). Good things are in store for you."

i found out Wednesday that my job is getting re-classed, and i will finally be classed at what i do. Although, after reading the job description i may be out growing this position soon. Not at all that i should be complaining, now if i could just work less...

i also talked to my grandma, and her cancer should be gone.

So it was a pretty good week, i just wish i could remember it....

A minute of your time please

This week has been so destructive.

i found it hard to find the time to have that minute of silence this morning, although we try to stop the world around us doesn't. Sometimes that feels cruel, especially when your life comes to screeching halt.

With all the disturbances of those who are so angry, and hurt by life that the only way they can react is in such rage, and hatred there is this thought from a fellow blogger whom i stumbled on. His thoughts fill in the blanks where my just go blank, and ask "why ?"

http://www.beliefnet.com/blogs/godspolitics/2007/04/shane-claiborne-when-violence-kills.html

Waking up...

i sometimes feel like i go through life in this haze of semi-consciousness... The fog fills my head, and numbs my soul. A song we sang for Pascha, a good word my friend Troy pointed out, that always makes me contemplative woke deep fibers with me:


Arise my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears
Before the throne he stands
My name is written on His hands

Arise, Arise, Arise my soul, arise
Arise, Arise, Shake off thy guilty fears and rise
Arise, my soul, arise

He ever lives above for me to intercede
His all redeeming love, His precious blood to plead
His blood atoned for every race
And sprinkles now the throne of grace

Five bleeding wounds He bears, received on Calvary
They pour effectual prayers, they strongly plead for me
Forgive her, oh forgive, they cry
Nor let that ransomed sinner die

My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear
He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear
With confidence I now draw nigh
And Father, Abba Father, cry

Mind wanderings from the middle of the night

i have to say that last night my mind would not let me sleep. This last week has been so hectic with work, my mom, and Brooke and Justin's wedding...
i did have some guilt with this week being so holy, and my busyness consumed me.

My thought was this, that Friday, Good Friday when those who loved Jesus most mourned the loss of their beloved Messiah, i prepared to celebrate a wedding... On Saturday, a day where those same were coming to terms and realizing their loss, for me was a great celebration. It reminds me how big this world around me is, and how small i am. But also, how revelant we all are too in how we mourn together, celebrate together, and how we are called into community together.