THE Element of Freedom

I love this album. So many nuggets of truth delivered on the voice of an angel and through her hands turning the white and black keys into magical messengers of rhythm and melody.
So emotional, romantic, strong, vivacious.
I see so much of myself mirrored in Alicia Keys and her music.
I am by no means making a talent comparison, but i feel that her music truly speaks to me in a unique way. Im sure millions across the globe feel the same way.

Love is blind, i have been told this my entire life. But for me, not having a true grasp on what love feels like, how would i know? I only know of what love looks like as sacrifice (the Great example of Christ's sacrifice for sinful man). There are people in my life that i am willing, even desiring to sacrifice for. Does this mean that i love them?
What do you do when one whom you want to sacrifice for withdraws leaving an emptiness inside of you?
You find a way to make it without them.
But i dont want to do that. It is painful, like everywhere i walk there is a weight strapped to my heart.
I am afraid of knowing that i love someone. Thats putting myself out there to be loved back or not.
I am afraid to be vulnerable to that extent, but i cant lie to my heart.
My heart is full of smiles, and i caught a glimpse of her smile, but it has since faded away while my smile has grown.
I don't presume to know of love, but i know my love is Strong.
There cant be time constraints on the origins of Love, it can be developed over months and years, or it can spring up in a night, or something in between. It is not an equation in its source. Love is like the sea, tumultuous and overpowering, taking you over and taking you under.
But when i am the only one drowning in that sea, and she is standing on the shore.....
The fear of unrequited feelings, unrequited love is a deep fear in me.
I have for a long time held myself aloof from that possibility.
It was reserved for fools who didnt see the signs along the road that ended in a precipice.
Am i now that very "fool"?
It would be very different if we were separated by distance and time. It wouldnt hurt as much.
The truth is that we could be right next to eachother every minute, but it is a different type of distance that has begun to separate us.
Honestly, i shouldnt be shocked. Alongside the fact that i should know that the people that i really care for may not feel the same way, there is the fact that she had articulated that but i blindly pushed forward propelled by forces- beyond of my control? perhaps.

Once you get a taste of what it feels like to fly, its hard to take better judgement seriously.
I hoped it would stay and last forever. Naive? perhaps, but dont we all wish for that?

These are my feelings. Do i know 100% if they are true? Not at the moment, but time will tell.
And if (God forbid) i am correct, what must i do with this love that i have still in me because she can not, will not, accept it? Must i kill this love? How does love die?
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we dont know how to replenish its source...it dies of blindness...of tarnishings." This speaks of a true love that has developed between two people. In my case, what to do with this undeveloped love? The death of it will indeed not be natural. It is ironic that the blindness that often defines love can be the cause of its death.
I hope my love need not die, but that it will be able to flourish and be embraced and returned by her.
If not, Gods will be done. He is my ultimate comfort. Truly God looks down on the plans of men and laughs. soli deo gloria.

Her music helps my heart to speak as it has in this post. "Pray to Him, He will show". Ultimately i live to see Gods smile, to please Him. But life does throw a curveball every now and then. What to do.

Merry Christmas to all.
May the peace of God be with you in this season of celebrating his birth.
--D Weazy

Some body else is thankful....

Driving to the airport....there was a green light but everyone was slowing down and i was like why???

Come to find out a clan of 20 or so wild turkeys were jus chillin in the road and off to the side! my car was definitely 1 inch away from one of them and he/she didnt budge!!

As i continued to drive i had to ask myself what the hell are these turkeys doing in the middle town? and where is this new found boldness coming from?

Then it hit me!!

They are out and about and jubilant and bold as ever because they made it through another year!!! its two days after thanksgiving and apparently they cant hold back their excitement any longer.

But im sayin you guys are dumb cus i know there are people like me and i dont get tired of turkey until after christmas...

So if any of you turkeys are cruisin the web...SAVE THE CELEBRATION! Dont pop bottles yet...wait about a month. im just sayin. Look out for your own.

d weazy

What is a Whammy? What is a remora? DEFINE!!!

Thanksgiving 2009 was good.
My two brothers were there, my two sisters were there, one with her husband and carrying their child inside her, and the other with her husband to be.
My parents, my aunt and uncle, my three beautiful cousins and their brother michael, (mike you are beautiful too, just not in the same way).
My Grandfather.
My sisters parents in law.
18 in all.

We ate well.
Had the traditional intense wiffle ball game...and witnessed necessity leading to technological innovation. As light fled the scene during the game, we whipped out glow-in-the-dark wiffle balls.
My team won. CONVINCINGLY
Enough said.

We played the Dictionary Game where you find a ridiculous word in the dictionary, and then teams make up believable definitions (two of the words used are in this blog title), then every team has to choose from the pile what they believe is the correct definition. Without explaining all the details any further i will just say its very fun and OF COURSE gets competitive.
My team started off slow BUT finished strong to get second place.

BUT

More important then anything that we did or said on thursday, is the fact that we were all together and we all knew who to thank for that incredible gift. And that is mainly why i am thankful this thanksgiving.
And BTW get this "Turkey day" crap outta town yo! Pull out your early american history books, dust it off, crack it open and have a read. You will see why the day is called thanksgiving and why it always should be.

Ummm, ya just so you people dont incriminate me for saying im only thankful for 1 thing (which i didnt really say), here are a FEW other things that i am thankful for this season:
-some very special people in my life lately and the positive influence that they have had on me
-for making it through another year of football relatively unscathed.
-my roomie B-Rizzock and the relationship we have (no homo).
-that my birthmom and her husband could come out all the way from florida for a game.
-for a loving, faithful, and stable family; in this i am truly blessed twofold and beyond measure.

Those are a few things. I Aint no preacher, but i aint no sucka either, so for those of you that read this, take a minute to think about what you have to be thankful for, i guarantee there is something. Let thinking about it put a smile on your face. Better not let me see you with a scowl or something negative on your face! haha-ha....im really not a funny person at all im realizing.
probably you laugh at me not with me....yep.

Anyway, im trying to write on here more because SOme people are pressuring me to do so.
Ill be back, untill then- BE Thankful!
d weazy

Birthday Post

I am very blessed.
20 years...to be honest it seems like soo many more...in the past 2 years i feel like 10 have gone by....maybe just the gravity of events that have transpired..."grown-up"events.

Anyway its 10:50 in the AM on my birthday (November 17th 2009) and already some crazy shit has occured (obviously crazy enough that i felt the urge to write it down while still fresh in my mind).

Every tuesday i drive to Florin Highschool in Sacramento to do mentorship and workshops with the students. Today was the same. I left at about 9:50 AM. Got on the I-80 toward sac and immediately noticed that there was almost nobody on the stretch of road i was on...which is weird cus its a busy freeway. Anyway, i had my music playin, feelin pretty good, jumped into the fastlane goin about 80. There is a white honda in front of me going the same speed...cruisin. About 5 min go by and i see a white car pullin up behind me. Cop. he pulls up on my right and mouths to me to follow him then he pulls ahead and gets between me and the white honda and throws on his lights and signals the honda off the road also. At this point im thinking, "WTF!" and "really? on my birthday?" at the same time. so we are all pulled off the freeway; white honda, cop, me. He comes over...usual crap..."i pulled you over because of your speed....blah..blah..where you headed....blah...license and reg...."
Now i dont curse much...but at this point as he walks back to the patrol car with my license and my insurance information...in my mind im thinking "fuuuuccck". couldnt you just have mercy on a guy on his birthday? A double pullover? WTF! never heard of that EVER.
then its the approx 10 min period when im just sitting in the car waiting..trying to figure out how im going to deal with this...and im late to work. random thoughts...like seeing the "now hiring" bumper sticker on the cop car and wondering if anybody had ever been pulled over...saw the sticker, called the number...and became a cop.
Finally the offficer talks to the white honda...then walks over to my car.
"i was about halfway thru filling out ur ticket when i realized its your birthday man...im sorry"
(me) "yep, its my birthday"
(cop) mmmm...well i cant throw it out cus it was already registered when i realized...(thinking) have you done traffic school before?
(me) yes about a year and a half ago.
(cop) perfect you can do traffic school on line cus i put u at a lower speed.
(me in my head) grrreeeeeaat.
(cop notices my football sweats) how long you been playing for UCD?
(me) two years
(cop,) gets excited) well i played for the ags too! b-b-back in the early nineties...man i feel reall bad now since its your b-b-birthday and we are both aggies
awkward pause
pause
(talking about football, small talk, me trying to be as nice as possible as i see a possible miracle about to unfold)
(cop) listen, i really feel bad about the ticket, so hypothetically if you challenge it in court and i dont show up or i cant recollect the incident, the ticket will be dismissed...wink wink
(miracle in progress)
(me) i understand you perfectly officer
(cop) oh shit this is causeway classic week too!
(me) yessir\
(c0p) go kick their ass, i fuckin hate those guys
(me) will do
pretty much end of story...what are the chances:
1 that i get pulled over by the CHP on my birthday
2 that it is a double pullover(which btw i asked him how often they do that and he said rarely)
3 that the cop is a aggie football alum
4 that he noticed that i play football
5that he mentions a loophole
6 that he has a stutter
7 that he was on the last aggie fball team to win an outright conference championship in '92
8 he is coming to the game on saturday.
crazy birthday already and its only the 11th hour.
d weazy

Some People....

Some People just cant seem to appreciate how busy life can get sometimes.

Some People always look at the color of the cup instead of what is filling it.

Some People dedicate all their energy to other people and find they have none left for themselves.

some people...

enough of that.

People do alot of things. Most of us have no control over what other or some people do. We DO have control over what we do.

So im going to get back to what i started: the Real Talk Chronicles. Those of you reading this that know what im refering to...kudos.



Real Talk 101 (the 3rd installment i beleive)





"how lovely is your dwelling place, Oh Lord of hosts,

my soul longs, even faints, for your courts.

and my heart and flesh sing for joy, to the Living God.

For a day in your presence is far better to me then gold,

or living my whole life somewhere else.

And i would rather be a doorkeeper in your fold then to take my fate upon myself.

For you are my sun, and my shield, and you have loved me from the start,

and the Highway to your City runs through my heart." -holy scripture-

Honesty, Fidelity, and Communication. The three main ingredients for any sucessful relationship. Then why are soo many couples out there like sinking ships? Where is the disconnect? I beleive out of the three the disconnect occurs in Fidelity. People dont think about what they are getting into. The fire flares for a month or two or maybe a year...and without a constant supply of oxygen, like any flame, it dies down. It almost seems inevitable, but every once in a while a relationship works and lasts...And they say "it just worked!"

Let me make it clear. that is the exception to the rule! Once the fidelity foundation becomes shakey, then communication slacks (sometimes due to guilt or just lack of interest), and then lastly Honesty tumbles down as well because there is a lack of trust fostered by less open communication. The lack of trust causes people not to be fully honest which in the end leads to outright lies. And TADAA! you have a rotten relationship soon to end in tragedy and at least one broken heart, but irreprable damage to both involved.

And they say better to have loved and lost then to not have loved at all. Only partially true. How we define "love" today differs considerably from the love referred to in the saying. So often today exploitation replaces love, thats when its better to not have"loved" at all.

Everyone is out there looking for their answer. The ultimate example is Christ and the church. Love, Sacrifice, Faithfullness. He gave His one and only son, who loved us soo much He died on the cross for us. Ultimate, unending love. If more people modeled their relationships after that. If more people were willing to sacrifice. If more people were selfless. If more people began their relationships in His solid foundation, then more people would be faithful.

If.

But unfortunately we all play the fool sometimes and we learn things the hard way.

Its good to be back on here writing...ill get some poetry in soon...

d weazy. GBTG!

EBBANDFLOW (in memory of Ardeth Anne Smith, "One of the sweetest somebody's that i have known")

I LOVE LIFE
I LOVE MY FAMILY
I LOVE THE BIGGER FAMILY CONCEPT
I LOVE MY TEAM
I LOVE GOD

I HATE DEATH

death the cycle, from dust we come-to dust we return.
death the thief, after that last breath there are no more- NO MORE.
death the passage into eternal glory.
death the shocker, someone that you cannot fully prepare to meet until you are face to face.

But as i have been forced to deal with death over the passed week, i have lessened in my hatred of death.
My grandma is in Heaven.
no pain
no tears of sorrow
smile forever.
before the throne.
Through her passing my family came together in a very special way. Her three sons and their children and families shed tears together for one that we all loved.

It is true that you never really realize what u had until it is gone. What i had. A constant support in prayer and encouragement, the reason my father is who he is and what i have to emulate in my own future. To her the family was ultimate and thus she dedicated everything she had to keeping it stable and intact.
There is soo much to say about her...here is not the place for that. And to be honest she would protest every compliment to her if she were here.

Her 77 year life journey ended last sunday.
But the effects of her life LIVE ON.
and this is the punchline.
wat will be left after the ashes are scattered or the coffin buried?
Do not make this question a main concern, just live well, love hard, love God, be kind to others, be selfless, try to emulate Christ in your life and the question will take care of its self.

Brink of Betrayal

I recently had the privilege of viewing one of the most beautiful geographic landmarks in the world from the air.  Flying over the Grand Canyon is something i will never forget. Although i was 30,000 feet in the air, the canyons vivid character was clearly visible and majestic.  As i took in as much as i could, i wondered what it would be like to be standing at the edge of the mile deep monster, peering down, almost enchanted to jump.  

  I now revisit that thought.

I am at a crossroads, a fork, a dead end, a tollbooth, whatever ... any place that requires me to stop and make a decision. This is no easy, peace of cake, walk in the park deal. This is real live sequence, no anesthesia, no warning.  Staring over the edge at the unknown.  Not really knowing how to respond... because the outcome is still to come.  Speculation is heading off the investigation, holding jurisdiction over it, having a higher clearance level then disbelief, naivety, and even communication. 

And this calls into question my person as well.  Obviously i dont know myself because i would never have put myself in the category that i am in now.  Possibly duped.... low-key fooled like telling the 2 year old that we will come back to the park later.

Why is this happening?

There's is no way to know the answer at this point.

And yes, as i peer down into the grand canyon in my mind i am slightly tempted to jump.  Just to know what it feels like.

But i will not jump. 

Will i be pushed? 

That is a great question.

LIFE... "im jus sayin"...

OFFICIALLY BACK MY PEOPLES!!!
i apologize for the long absence...i wont make excuses except for one- life happens-and thats not even an excuse, its just a reminder.


Umm this is another random thoughts post under the big heading of life so bear with it.

As i continue to live life everyday, to breath, lay down and close my eyes while continuing to breath, and later on open my eyes and breath some more, i have begun to categorize people.
[dont try this at home] but yes i have come to a simple realization that people can be separated into two different camps.
Those that know how to communicate correctly, and those that do not know how to communicate correctly.
Almost every success and every problem in life can be traced back to communication.
I use the term correct communication because we all can communicate. Babies cry to communicate, even animals communicate, but knowing the correct communication given the situation is the issue.
As children, struggles with proper communication that are linked to lack of training by parents are often passed off as a disorder like autism or aspergers. Its when this child comes into adulthood that the problem becomes very visible. The child that never was taught to address issues when offended but instead internalized the problem, now, as an adult, is hurting themselves and people around them over and over again. Turning simple matters into matters of life and death. And what seems like common sense to some, is another's greatest fear. If jill has beef with jack, many would say that the obvious first course of action would be for jill to approach jack on the matter. But in this communication dichotomy, the other side of the spectrum has jill talking to joe and jane about her beef with jack. But im getting too complicated...
Lets widen the lense and just talk about basic interpersonal communication rhetoric. Respect, awareness, patience, listening, acknowledgment...these are some of the terms that come to my mind when i think about communicating with another person. I fear that today, more and more those words are being replaced by hidden agenda, self, only listen to what benefits you, one word answer, self, arrogance, offensive, self, self...notice the trend. Without the branches the tree will wither and die. The eye cannot survive on its own, it cannot say to the rest of the body, "im just gonna do me now, but its been nice". Society is becoming introverted, people don't really need to communicate because everything is electronic and extrememly de-personalized and you only will communicate with someone or something if you have a vested interest in that person or thing. Since these days we show "care and interest" by joining the"cause" on facebook, or donating our worn out shoes to kids in africa, all we have to do is "communicate" with the lcd screen in 12 inches in front of our face.
So the demise of most personal of actions- correct communication- has impact on the global level. Why? Because when the smoke clears, we are all just humans, with many different languages but the same beating heart.
I wish it was an easy task to break down this dichotomy of communication...all we can do is help each other...by communicating.
So talk to someone today, and be real, tell them what you really think and odds are they might appreciate you for it...albeit you might get a black eye too but lets be real, i would rather know what you really think then some facade.
Ok.
Peace
Dweazaay yung money back on the track.

I havent been inspired till now...

I finally got to see Corinn and now the words are overflowing. Joy peace contentment exhilaration i .just cant describe it with simple words. Wow. I cant beleive this is happening AGAIN.... I got to see her twice in one year. Boy am I lucky. Blessed is more like it. Because often times curses are blessings in disguise....I was born cursed with mediocre looks and skinny legs and I was blessed with the AWESOMENESS that is known as Corinn A. Elmore. Everything about her is sooo intriguing and even though i am often left at a loss for words, i know that in the end she will help me to understand my life in the big scheme of things. For someone who doesnt know shit, I know that she is the shit. Thanks for listening. I wish you the same experience that I am having. Deuces.

Drizzy

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WHO I HAVE MET...and that i remember...

i just was realizing lately(i sometimes find myself in contemplative situations) that i have met and/or "know" a lot of famous and semi famous people.
Lets go back, to--
THE beginning...
Michael Clarke Duncan
Donald Faison
Drew Lachey
Brian McKnight
Jaleel White (aka steve urkel)
Queen Latifah
Terrell Owens
Marcellus Wiley
Matthew Hatchett
**NEVERMIND; THIS IS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER**
Antonio Pierce
Missy Elliot
Chris Paul
Tyson Chandler
Sam Cassell
Mike Epps
Drew Rosenhaus
Michael Maddox
Roy Williams
Kenny Lofton
Nick Cannon
Tony Rock
Jermaine Dupri
Cortez Bryant
Drake....the dude is pretty chill
Usher
Twist
Columbus Short
James Lesure
Vanessa and Angela Simmons
Ashlee Simpson
Lawrence Fishburne
***for each person on this list there is a story of what went down and how i know/met them.
if you want to know, just ask; ya dig meh??
peace

THE HYBRID BLESSING (compilation of shorts)

-That which we take for granted:
the nurturing, tender, loving care of family.
the admonishing, bruising, frustrating care of family.
the inspiring, confident, consistent care of family.
the loyal, lasting, collaborative care of family.
that and so much more which we oft take for granted.-

Life is dualisms.
good and bad
easy and difficult
hot and cold
soft and hard
success and failure
laughing and crying
remembering and forgetting
living and dying.


Have you ever imagined what it would be like; what emotions would course through your veins (your nervous system and brain to be anatomically correct) if you found out one day that you had a whole other family that you never knew about that had always been loving you and praying for you? Just as all the colors of the rainbow combine to brown, so would this pour all conflicting and adjacent emotions together to create a hybrid. So hard to put down on paper. So hard...


Hidden from my knowledge,
Hidden from my sight,
But effecting me regardless,
in ways that i will never truly know.
Oh that i could take a leap back,
and watch objective theatre style.
Forget this...this is what i need to say:
I have been loved by so many
blessed by so many
cared for by so many
supported by so many
developed by so many.

"Our greatest fear is fear itself"?
No Sir! My greatest fear is that i have amassed a debt of love that i cannot possibly repay.
My greatest fear is that I will be inadequate as a product of so many.
My greatest fear is that i will not meet the standard.
My greatest fear is Not that i will fail but that i might not succeed to the correct level.
But.
But.
My fear, and yes, even my greatest of fears, are crushed
Crushed by one greater then I am.
"One who shoes i am not fit to tie"
One who has power to repay the debt of love over and over again.
One who has real estate in the lives of humanity.
The One who prompted all those that invested deeply in me to do so.

So this is what i figure:
If i can spend the rest of my life endeavoring to please the One who put That love in the hearts of those that loved me, i might just make up for the debt of love.

Thank God for family. the glue that it is, the joy that it brings, the hope it restores, and the life that it gives. Amen.
Peace/

Missed

(here is what i would parallel with what you attempted to "create" some months ago...it is what it is, but at least this is REAL)



i missed her voice
her voice, soft and cool like the mist
mist that conjures up the soul to beleive
to beleive in more the the voice alone
transported alone across the waves
-not the waves of the sea but invisible waves-
into my ear and my head and my being.

the pang of irrational emotion-
but what is there in emotion that is rational?
must emotion, in short supply, be rationed?
no
the natural ebb and flow, like those waves of the sea-
will not be quelled.
And i say, let them come.
rather to be tossed about by churning waves
then to be detached- unable to feel a thing.

her voice
that which i missed
missed it like the morning mist must miss the once green grass in the summer heat
mysterious forces at work
but i know what i feel
let all work at what they must
and come what may
i hope
in the end
to find that which i have missed
and the one to whom it belongs as well.
peace

Failure Leading to Success.

flail, fail, prevail, all hail.
people like to think that this is the sequence that always will occur. Not really. Most likely that the first two will happen and thats it. I mean, if you look hard enough, dig deep enough, you could probably find some good in every time that you mess up. Something that you can learn from for the next time. But i hate it when people try to glorify failure as just part of a great process. it sucks. period. But anyway, thats not what i wanted to write about today.

Taking success from failure was the message at the bible study last night. It was a good time. Seeing people from a different school, a rival school nonetheless, all loving God together was a blessing. But the story doesnt really start till after we got back from the bible study. The game of fuseball that ensued after our return was heated. It was going back and forth, every goal cause for loud yelling. It was 8-8 and they scored. I went to go around the table to my left to give my friend on the opposing side a fake high-five. And i ccught my leg, or so i thought, on the table as i moved forward. I looked down and saw my friends dog attached to my right thigh.
WOW.
I have never been bitten seriously by a dog before. It didnt really hurt. We were all just shocked. I knew that the dog was partial to her master, but didnt know how protective she was, until then. I didnt get mad at the dog...it was instinct. She was protecting her master from my swift advance. And i like dogs. She was adopted by my friend, so who knows what she went through in the past. I am glad that he locked her into her kennel after she bit me though, because i would hate for the same situation to occur again, but with a different person who wouldnt be so forgiving. Folks, this was a legit bite....two fang gashes, about an inch apart on my upper right thigh. Pretty sore the next day, but no gangrene yet so thats a plus.
Anyway that was one of the more exciting events of my current life, so i thought i would throw it up here...
i will hopefully be putting out some more real talk soon, but until then.
peace

Losing a Coach

Today i lost a coach.
It wasnt even up for a vote.
It just happened.
Out of the blue.
39 YEARS of AGGIE FOOTBALL.
I got 1.5 out of the 39 and i still cried.

I have had many coaches in my life.
Some i was happy to see go.
Others, it was just a shame.
This was a shock.
This was a blow.
This coach is IRREPLACEABLE.
And he wasn't even "my"coach, but then again he was MY coach.

Of course there are reasons.
Understandable, logical reasons.
There is always a reason.
But something about the emotion of football, and the coach-player relationship, dims the logic of it.

I wish my coach the best.
He is a great man.
Some people tell you they are "great" by the way they act and carry themselves.
This man told me he was great through the mouths and testimonies of others, those who's lives he touched.
A multitude.

Some say crying is outside the "manbox".
i disagree.
When you see someone pour out their heart to a football team.
Everyday, for almost half a century.
And now the path of life must take them elsewhere, and you see the pain that this causes them.
Something ought to rise up inside of you.
It did in me.

When you leave someone, something that you LOVE.
Tears are shed.
And there is no "manbox".

The vacancy will never be filled.
There will always be a cavity, a hole where he belongs.
Nobody can replace that humor, that goofiness.
Nobody can replace the ideals, the integrity.
Nobody can replace the work ethic, the one liners.
Nobody can replace the kindness, the Heart.
Nobody can replace our coach, my coach.
Nobody.

Time is the enemy.
Time is always on the move.
But time will not take from me what you have given to me, coach.
The memories, the lessons, the advice, the handshake, the pat on the back, the final hug.
Those are enshrined.

So coach.
I am disappointed that the remaining years of my football career will be spent without you on the field with me.
But know that the remaining years of my football career will be spent with the lessons you taught, and the example you were.
Of AGGIE PRIDE
Exemplified to the fullest extent.

I will see you around.
And i will always appreciate and respect you coach.
You will always be.
MY COACH.

Habakkuk JOY

3 vs 17-19
"though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, YET i will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my savior. The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights."

Habakkuk means "to embrace".


when all around is rain and clouds and darkness,

when all the people around you are fake and fail you in every way,

when all you see around the world is suffering and hate and greed,

remember.

that there is a power unexplanable

that will make you able

to merely cope? NO

to merely survive? NO

to thrive? YES

to rejoice? YES

and this joy will enable you to "embrace" things as they are and be strong.

a joy that will prompt you to sing a song.

a joy that will be visible in the vibe you give.

a joy that will shine through the life you live.

a supernatural joy.

so in these times of promised change,

know that the word of man is as changing as a the score of a basketball game.

and find your joy in the Lord,

knowing that you will not be let down.

EVER

C.O.R.I.N.N,

Celestial
Outstanding
Radiant
Intelligent
Nice
Neat

Hello everyone,

My life has been changed forever. On January 1, the first day of this glorious year, I saw her... She was breathtakingly beautiful and her smile was like the sunshine. I was a little too nervous to talk to her but luckily she came up to me. Then I finally got up the courage and called her and boy am I glad I did. I can't believe she went out with me. It was great. I even got a new guy friend from hanging out with her. I want to talk to her every night. I am done searching I have found the one and I hope I don't do anything to mess that up. I am going to get an earring. Sometimes I cry at night wishing she was here. I just wanted you to know how I felt about this whole post being a work of fiction. The fantasy of a certain corinn on how my affection toward her should be. She is very creative in her mind, and how she comes up with this i do not know. But there is some truth here, i must be honest; January 1 is the first day of the year. This i cannot deny. Also corinn did come on the prowl for me, actually quite aggresively now that i think of it...but what can i say? i claim to know what women want, but when they want me, sometimes things happen a little bit unpredictably.
So again, there is some truth in this fantasaical post, but unfortunately the fiction far outweighs the facts.