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Death Cab for Cutie = Amazing

Forgetful People

There is a song that i love to listen to that i think is written with more such honesty and love than anything i listen to.

This song is a song by Underoath, and i know that you are thinking, “They are terrible” “Scremo Fags” “How can you consider them music?”

Whatever you want call them is your choice, but i challenge you to listen to just one of their songs: Too Bright To See Too Loud To Hear.

The song speaks for itself…

“Good God, if your song leaves our lips, If your work leaves our hands, Then we will be wonders and vagabonds, They will stare and say how empty we are, How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men, Let us be cold, make us weak, Let us, because we all have ear, Let us, because we all have eyes, How they knew that this would happen, We’re so run down, Good God! Can you still get us home…, How can we still get home, I’m not dreaming, We’re forgetting our forgiveness.”

The song ends on this screaming line of, “We’re forgetting our forgiveness.”

Oh how true this is. How often do we forget our purpose? How often do we get lost in life? How often do we forget that we can always run to God?

I sin. We all do, but i pray that we never forget God. I pray that no matter how far we have run from God, that we never forget He is right there when we turn around. Loving us as we are.

I also pray though that we don’t forget our purpose here. Our mission. That we live each day knowing our forgiveness, and taking that to fuel us to let God work through us.

May we remember.

Kick Boxing? Really?

So yesterday I go out to eat with Patrick Chappell at a little place I like to call Cafe Coco.

Delicious.

Anyways, we get there around 8:45 and enjoy ourselves some good food, and a cup of coffee. We decide to head out, and we see this store right next door called “Magical Journey Bookstore.” I was intrigued by this name, so we decide to go in, plus Patrick said he had been in there before. So we adventure in and he walks to the back and shows me this machine that takes a picture of your energy and what you are feeling at the time. Patrick wants to do it since he said he has a long time ago. So we get our picture taken and it takes a couple of minutes to develop the Polaroid. We walk around the store, and this is the type of store with peaceful music and everything about Zen and peace of mind.

So this store is all peaceful and such, I catch out of the corner of my eye the lady working there taking Kick Boxing Lessons in the back?

Really? Kick Boxing?

Is this not strange to anyone besides me?

There is this peaceful, relaxing, Zen store and the lady is punching things?

Maybe it is just me.

I look at Patrick. “Kick Boxing? Really?”

We both laugh.

I come to find out that I have a anger guide in me that I need to get out.

Oh well. Maybe I should take some Kick Boxing lessons.

Virgin

How do i start my first blog off?

This is the question i pondered as i was taking my relaxing shower after a long day. I don’t feel like there is any “7 steps to help you start your first blog” (if this is out there, please inform me). So i start off my first blog by asking myself what i want this blog to be.

As i explained to caitlin & emily tonight, i am excited to write because it will help me remember. Remember the times in my life where i laughed, was embarrassed, or even cry (yes i cry). I want these times so that i won’t forget where i have come from when i look back. If that is all i accomplish, i am happy. But i hope that my stories and thoughts might cause someone to think. Maybe even question and deepen someone’s faith. So i write with that in mind.

I don’t know what actions will happen because of this blog, but i do know that tumblr has just now taken my blogging V-card.

thank you tumblr.