Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Talk for tat
Sometimes when we’re quiet, the answers we have been waiting find their way to us. We can’t always use words to find our way through the darkness. Sometimes all you can hope for is some good conversation when you’re figuring it all out. And maybe when you have no words left at all, you’re right where you need to be. Because sometimes it’s not until you stop talking that things really start.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Beautiful Disaster
She loves her mama's lemonade,
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and complements.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.
And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she needs someone to take her home.
She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfection.
She's not a drama queen,
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired
She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.
Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home
And just needs someone to take her home.
~ Jon Mclaughlin
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and complements.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.
And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she needs someone to take her home.
She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfection.
She's not a drama queen,
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired
She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home.
Cuz she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's ok.
And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
But she just needs someone to take her home
And just needs someone to take her home.
~ Jon Mclaughlin
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Cuddle buddy wanted
Cute girl (5'3", blond hair, clear blue eyes) looking for a cuddle buddy. Loves movies, walks in the park, and good conversation.
Fate and Destiny
A good friend recently wrote about fate and destiny. Do we understand the implications of the teachings?
Why are we in places at certain times? Is there a reason we are impelled to turn right and not go straight? Do we understand there is a loving God that knows all who can steer us away from dangers?
This morning I was taking the back routs to work because I saw some free furniture yesterday. I wanted to make sure it was still there before my mom went over with Ogden to pick it up. I haven't ever seen a sheriff on that road and that is why I like to go that way. I was zipping along and this "stupid bird" flew out in front of me causing me to slow down. Not 100 yds later, there was a sheriff off to the side of the road. Did that bird have a purpose in that moment?
I hardly ever take the back roads home, but yesterday I chose to and saw a free couch. Is there a reason I was directed that way? Or in talking to some people, one sold me their practically new dryer for $100 and another told me I could have their mildly used washer. Did God put me in their path at that time for a reason?
This morning I have been listening to a talk by Elder Neil A. Maxwell called "But for a small moment." He said so beautifully,
"God knows even know what the future holds for each of us...
"If God chooses to teach us the things we most need to learn because he loves us, and if he seeks to tame our souls and gentle us in the way we most need to be tamed and most need to be gentled, it follows that he will customize the challenges he gives us and individualize them so that we will be prepared for life in a better world by his refusal to take us out of this world, even though we are not of it. In the eternal ecology of things we must pray, therefore, not that things be taken from us, but that God's will be accomplished through us. What, therefore, may seem now to be mere unconnected pieces of tile will someday, when we look back, take form and pattern, and we will realize that God was making a mosaic. For there is in each of our lives this kind of divine design, this pattern, this purpose that is in the process of becoming, which is continually before the Lord but which for us, looking forward, is sometimes perplexing...
"Jonah, you recall, had been called to go to Nineveh. He didn't want to go to that urban center that was so big. We are told it took the people hours to walk across that city. He tried to find a ship going to Tarshish. He "paid the fare thereof," hoping to leave the presence of the Lord. You and I will one day know, if we do not know now, there is no way we can escape from God's love, because it is infinite. However many times in our lives we might rather go to a Tarshish than a Nineveh, he will insist that we go to Nineveh, and we must pay "the fare thereof"...
There are many times in our lives when we want to go to Tarshish and not to Nineveh. But when we make the decision to be obedient, even though we don't know why, there are blessings awaiting us. The Neneveh's of our lives may seem bigger than we are. But we are sent there to face them for a reason. When we chose to be disobedient, Elder Maxwell said, "Most of our suffering, brothers and sisters, actually comes because of our sins and not because of our nobility."
Not all of our trials come because of who we are. Many of them are brought on by our own disobedience. So, what kind of trials will you chose to have? Will you have the kind that are brought on by fate? Or those that come through destiny?
"Some of us will have to be most courageous, not when we're alone, but when we're in a crowd. Whatever the form the test takes, we must be willing to pass it. We must reach breaking points without breaking. We must be willing, if necessary, to give up our lives--not because we have a disdain for life as some do, but even though we love life--because we are the servants of him who did that in such an infinite way for all of us."
Why are we in places at certain times? Is there a reason we are impelled to turn right and not go straight? Do we understand there is a loving God that knows all who can steer us away from dangers?
This morning I was taking the back routs to work because I saw some free furniture yesterday. I wanted to make sure it was still there before my mom went over with Ogden to pick it up. I haven't ever seen a sheriff on that road and that is why I like to go that way. I was zipping along and this "stupid bird" flew out in front of me causing me to slow down. Not 100 yds later, there was a sheriff off to the side of the road. Did that bird have a purpose in that moment?
I hardly ever take the back roads home, but yesterday I chose to and saw a free couch. Is there a reason I was directed that way? Or in talking to some people, one sold me their practically new dryer for $100 and another told me I could have their mildly used washer. Did God put me in their path at that time for a reason?
This morning I have been listening to a talk by Elder Neil A. Maxwell called "But for a small moment." He said so beautifully,
"God knows even know what the future holds for each of us...
"If God chooses to teach us the things we most need to learn because he loves us, and if he seeks to tame our souls and gentle us in the way we most need to be tamed and most need to be gentled, it follows that he will customize the challenges he gives us and individualize them so that we will be prepared for life in a better world by his refusal to take us out of this world, even though we are not of it. In the eternal ecology of things we must pray, therefore, not that things be taken from us, but that God's will be accomplished through us. What, therefore, may seem now to be mere unconnected pieces of tile will someday, when we look back, take form and pattern, and we will realize that God was making a mosaic. For there is in each of our lives this kind of divine design, this pattern, this purpose that is in the process of becoming, which is continually before the Lord but which for us, looking forward, is sometimes perplexing...
"Jonah, you recall, had been called to go to Nineveh. He didn't want to go to that urban center that was so big. We are told it took the people hours to walk across that city. He tried to find a ship going to Tarshish. He "paid the fare thereof," hoping to leave the presence of the Lord. You and I will one day know, if we do not know now, there is no way we can escape from God's love, because it is infinite. However many times in our lives we might rather go to a Tarshish than a Nineveh, he will insist that we go to Nineveh, and we must pay "the fare thereof"...
There are many times in our lives when we want to go to Tarshish and not to Nineveh. But when we make the decision to be obedient, even though we don't know why, there are blessings awaiting us. The Neneveh's of our lives may seem bigger than we are. But we are sent there to face them for a reason. When we chose to be disobedient, Elder Maxwell said, "Most of our suffering, brothers and sisters, actually comes because of our sins and not because of our nobility."
Not all of our trials come because of who we are. Many of them are brought on by our own disobedience. So, what kind of trials will you chose to have? Will you have the kind that are brought on by fate? Or those that come through destiny?
"Some of us will have to be most courageous, not when we're alone, but when we're in a crowd. Whatever the form the test takes, we must be willing to pass it. We must reach breaking points without breaking. We must be willing, if necessary, to give up our lives--not because we have a disdain for life as some do, but even though we love life--because we are the servants of him who did that in such an infinite way for all of us."
Monday, July 09, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
Do you remember?
That time you looked at me "that way" for the first time and I got butterflies in my tummy; when you touched my hand for the first time; or when we rode a tram to the top of the mountain, ate breakfast while the sun came up, and studied; that time when your jet ski died in the middle of the Bear Lake and I had to tow you in and we laughed all the way; when you kissed me on the clock tower as the bells rang midnight; or perhaps the time when we were out in the middle of nowhere by the train tracks talking and looking at the stars.
Do you remember? Probably not, but I do and that's what makes them memories I cherish.
Do you remember? Probably not, but I do and that's what makes them memories I cherish.
Reality
I spent yesterday afternoon choosing colors for my house: carpet, tile, pergo, paint, counter tops... Holy cow! I guess I never really thought about all the coordination that needed to happen to make sure you get what you want. And even then, will you like it when it's all said and done?
The only thing I am not entirely crazy about is the carpet. It's a mixture of dark brown, tan, and a dark creme color. My floors are dark brown; cabinets a ginger knotty alder; counter tops a black/brown mixture; tile is a medium creme/tan; and the paint is called Loop (maybe for the loopy person moving in). Right now I am doing one-toned paint walls. Next summer I will two-tone paint the place on my own.
As I looked out the window, the framers were moving to my building. Roughly three months from now I will move into my own home. I will be the master of all that goes on inside. Reality sets in.
There are times in life when you know you need to move on, but those initial steps are a little shaky. But you close your eyes and take those first few steps forward. Once you start to move, it becomes more and more exciting.
My mom and I went to get a drink after and we were talking about things to put in the house. She was giving me some great council on keeping things simple for now. There are also a lot of things (mainly photos and paintings) I have that will make nice accents. I wonder if she remembers that she said I could have the piano... hmm...
The only thing I am not entirely crazy about is the carpet. It's a mixture of dark brown, tan, and a dark creme color. My floors are dark brown; cabinets a ginger knotty alder; counter tops a black/brown mixture; tile is a medium creme/tan; and the paint is called Loop (maybe for the loopy person moving in). Right now I am doing one-toned paint walls. Next summer I will two-tone paint the place on my own.
As I looked out the window, the framers were moving to my building. Roughly three months from now I will move into my own home. I will be the master of all that goes on inside. Reality sets in.
There are times in life when you know you need to move on, but those initial steps are a little shaky. But you close your eyes and take those first few steps forward. Once you start to move, it becomes more and more exciting.
My mom and I went to get a drink after and we were talking about things to put in the house. She was giving me some great council on keeping things simple for now. There are also a lot of things (mainly photos and paintings) I have that will make nice accents. I wonder if she remembers that she said I could have the piano... hmm...
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
One-armed Bandit
Have you ever thought how tedious it would be to only have one arm? I didn't until I only had one arm... Last night I payed the price for playing hero.
CRRRAAACCKKKK!!! came the ball off the bat. Line drive down the third base line. I dove to try and catch it, but I missed. As I came down on the ground I hear RRRRIIIIIP! I can't move my arm... I start to cry knowing that something is wrong and we are only one inning away from winning our first game.
"Something's wrong," I hear someone say... Oh great I think to myself. Maybe I can shake it off, but when I try to move it only hurts worse. My team mates came running over and tried to bandage me up.
Millie, who works in physical therapy starts to ask questions. "I think you may have torn your rotator cuff." CRAP! Are you serious??? The ride to the hosiptal was forever long because I felt every bump in the road and I had to think about the worst: surgury, rehab, the rest of my summer gone.
In the emergency room when the doctor finally came in, it took him about 30 seconds to diagnose a dislocated shoulder. "We're going to give you a concious sedation and put it back into place." Cool I thought, whatever you have to do to make this pain go away.
Drugs will make you say funny things, but I didn't care because when I woke up I felt so much better. I am now stuck in this stupid sling and can only type with one hand. There are many thoughts I have had, but you will have to wait because this is quite tiresome. Cherish and take care of all your appengdages because when they are gone, it sucks.
CRRRAAACCKKKK!!! came the ball off the bat. Line drive down the third base line. I dove to try and catch it, but I missed. As I came down on the ground I hear RRRRIIIIIP! I can't move my arm... I start to cry knowing that something is wrong and we are only one inning away from winning our first game.
"Something's wrong," I hear someone say... Oh great I think to myself. Maybe I can shake it off, but when I try to move it only hurts worse. My team mates came running over and tried to bandage me up.
Millie, who works in physical therapy starts to ask questions. "I think you may have torn your rotator cuff." CRAP! Are you serious??? The ride to the hosiptal was forever long because I felt every bump in the road and I had to think about the worst: surgury, rehab, the rest of my summer gone.
In the emergency room when the doctor finally came in, it took him about 30 seconds to diagnose a dislocated shoulder. "We're going to give you a concious sedation and put it back into place." Cool I thought, whatever you have to do to make this pain go away.
Drugs will make you say funny things, but I didn't care because when I woke up I felt so much better. I am now stuck in this stupid sling and can only type with one hand. There are many thoughts I have had, but you will have to wait because this is quite tiresome. Cherish and take care of all your appengdages because when they are gone, it sucks.
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