Sudsy Boost and Cryin', Shameful World

Thursday, March 29, 2007

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So, some Daytona Beach 10-year olds bashed a homeless man's head with concrete.
The Story according to CNN

I was going to write a rant on the E.vils of the world, but I'm too tired... and that wouldn't really help anything. Instead... some examples of people loving one another:

1. There are people who pay for stranger's orders when they roll up to the drive-thru window. It's not Christmas. It's not even "the season"... Cool, huh?

2. There are some people who bring sandwiches to the homeless...and shampoo... Cool, huh?

3. There are some people who just hang out with the folks who are stranded in local nursing homes. They kill a little loneliness with conversation and attention. Cool, huh?

5. There are some people who find a juiced battery and jumper cables and save the day. Really. They SAVE the day. Cool, huh?

It's a dark, dark world. It's a shame some kids never get to be kids. It's a shame adults are raising their children without safe boundaries. It's a shame those who have no "positive contribution" to society are seen as "trash" and populate the streets and nursing homes. What happened to LIFE = VALUE??

Thank you, Lord, for giving us your Holy Spirit. You are all that is Love and Light. You are Hope in the dark.

Love. Sleep. Spring!

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Monday, March 26, 2007

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I won't wait TWO YEARS again to go to the beach!
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There is something about the sky in Florida. It's like the sun is warmer and clearer than anywhere else. What a fantastic time! I'll write more later.
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Dear G.I. Joe

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

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Tonight, I was chatting with a guy who served in the War. He doesn't talk about it much. He told me a story about some people who came into "his office" and jumped down his throat about the "stupidity of the War". Is your gut clenching, too?

Ugh. UGH. Argh. ARGH. Soldiers, I offer this to you as a token. Perhaps, sometime, there will be more I can do. Lord, let it be.


The Aubs
Atlanta, GA

20 March 2007

Dear Joe,

I heard they called up your unit for the third consecutive tour in Iraq. By the time you get home, your little girl will be 3. She'll think "Daddy" is slang for "telephone". Your wife will be so used to handling life solo, it'll take some blood, sweat, and tears to figure out how to live in harmony again.

I know you must've seen some horrible things, Joe. I've heard a lot of soldiers have nightmares and severe guilt and depression post-service. Have you ever had to pull a trigger or drop a bomb when everything in your heart was screaming "No!"?

It's such a stupid, complicated thing. War. But you, Joe-- are an honorable man. You are fighting for something bigger than yourself. You are sacrificing so many sweet moments in your life for the person fighting beside you. You are choosing to submit to your authority and these days, that's a rare thing, indeed.

I am so sorry. I'm sorry for all the people in our country who have absolutely no respect for anything. Leaders are accountable to God for their decisions. The blood of innocents is on their hands if they call "fire". I'm sorry if you've ever had to listen quietly as someone used you as a landfill for their political wisdom. I'm sorry if your pledge to service has ever been abused by authority figures with impure motives.

I'm sorry I can never really understand the fullness of your sacrifice. But Joe, I'm also glad. I'm glad I didn't know how much those white scorpions sting until you told me. I'm glad I haven't seen a village under fire. I'm glad I don't know what it feels like to be a running target. You're standing in my place.

I'm sorry I haven't done more to support you. I would bake a thousand cookies if I thought that would make a difference... do you like snickerdoodles? ;)

Let me end by saying I'm proud of you. I'm proud to live in a world where people like you still live, and work, and dream. I have so much respect for the path you walk. How many Americans have made such a sacrifice?

I don't care what the critical, the intelligent, the docu-drama makers, the trendy liberal left,.... I don't care what they say. I won't listen to a word against you.

Press on, Joe.

love and snickerdoodles.

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Leave it to Jack

Monday, March 19, 2007

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Words of wisdom from Sr. Handey:

If they ever come up with a swashbuckling School, I think one of the courses should be Laughing, Then Jumping Off Something.

Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.

If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I'm a coward.

I bet one legend that keeps recurring throughout history, in every culture, is the story of Popeye.

Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see.

If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's Hambone.

CRACK me up. Like me some Jack. Goooo Hambone and Flippy!

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

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We've been at war for four years.

The Sudanese Civil War began in 1955... still going.

Guatemala was at war from 1960 to 1996.

Tension in Northern Ireland has lasted 33-years so far.

What say you, wise Roosevelts?

When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?

I have seen war. I have seen war on land and sea. I have seen blood running from the wounded. I have seen the dead in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed. I have seen children starving. I have seen the agony of mothers and wives. I hate war.
Frankie D.

sighs. Lord, come. "love" is an action word.

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Cupid is a load of smelly socks

Monday, March 12, 2007

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Love is not an uncontrollable force.

It is

an act of the will, accompanied by emotion, that leads to action on behalf of its object.
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The Land of Lostingness

Saturday, March 10, 2007

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Somewhere, there is a Land of Lostingness.
It's full of missing socks, pennies, leap years, hair ties, sunglasses, house keys, sticky notes, phone numbers, and single, lonely earrings.

maybe this lost 2 a.m. is there, too.

maybe in Heaven, we'll never lose anything.

...or maybe we won't care.

Happy Daylight ST.


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A Step Back

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

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Matt. 5:13 I am the salt of the earth.
John 15:5 I am Christ's friend.
2 Cor. 5:17 I am a new creation.
1 Thes. 1:4 I am chosen and dearly loved by God.
Eph. 1:1 I am a saint.
Col. 2:7 I have been firmly rooted in Christ and am now being built up
in Him.
2 Tim. 1:7 I have been given a spirit of power, love, and self-discipline.
Eph. 3:12 I may approach God with boldness, freedom, and confidence.
2 Cor. 5:14,15 I have died and no longer live for myself, but for Him.
Rom. 8:1 I am free forever from condemnation.
Rom. 6:1-6 I have died with Christ and died to the power of sin's rule
over me.

This is personal, so *gird* yourself. ;) Sometimes, other peoples' opinions get me down. It's so easy to get caught up in the world's expectations... job expectations... friend's expectations.... and feel completely inadequate and frustrated. BUT-- at the end of the Day, what matters is that Christ has made me e n o u g h. So, that's where I'm resting. (err... ish) Come sit with me a while. :)

The transforming hand of God is amazing.
Lord, never stop working on me. Keep me clay. Keep me soft.
I am yours. I trust you have plans to use me for your glory.

love. love. and... love.

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My New Digs

Monday, March 5, 2007

I have so many windows, SUNSHINE is practically my middle name.
I have a dishwasher for the first time since living with my folks.
I have access to a sweet little gym and a pool.
I'm closer to work.
I'm closer to church.
I have a little porch where I'm going to put pots of flowers.
I know honeymoons aren't supposed to last forever, but this one might.
I love my place.

Though it's against code to BBQ here and though rent will make "PBJ" my initials,
it's worth it. Why?

I can breathe here. I can dance around the living room. I can clean. I can have friends over. I can cook.

mmmmmmm now THAT'S good.


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