Sep 23 2006

Seasons of Love

The frigid air slowly warms as it turns the once falling hail, into now giant puddles consuming the walkways and turning the grass to mudslides. The swings blowing in the southbound breeze as the playground remains unocuppied, except for the massive puddle that lay still, waiting for a young toddler to jump in with his bright yellow rain boots, and matching coat.

Leaves scattered across the ground, as many have yet to lose their pigment and change to the beautiful hues of orange and red. The colors that have yet to grace us with their presence in this ever chilling season.

It seems that as everything changes in the weather that so, inversely it will cause a change in our lives, a change that will cause us to make or break our paths of life, but each step is a journey that we need to take. The only choice is wether to move left or right to veer from the looming puddle directly in our course. Which way do we take? The fog of eternity clouds our vision of the obstacles down each direction. We have the choice of wether to let go of our hold to the tree and fall as a green leaf to the ground; prematurally. Or, we have the chance to turn to the beautiful shade of red and hues of orange as we let the Lord work in our life.

It seems the more I try to avoid something that the Lord is trying to impliment in my life, the more God makes that point more and more evident around me. To do this many times he will have 90% of the blogs I read all have posts about that lesson he is trying to teach me. That so many times I look to life, to all I have, to the work I do, to the walls I have built up around me guarding me from all harm, from all vulnerability, surrounded by all of my little gadgets and books, music… Never taking time to soak in the love that I have from all of the blessed people that God has graced me with.

five-hundrend-twenty-five-thousand-six-hundred minutes,
how do you measure a year in the life?

How about Love?

Sep 11 2006

five years of remembrance

Death, Destruction, Pain, Tragedy, Sorrow, Fear, Loss, Grief, Courage, Patriotism, Heroes, Helping Hands, Charity.

These are just a few of the words that come to mind when I think of the tragic events of September 11, 2001. The lives of 2,749 people were stolen from them, as the lives of millions around the globe were permentantly effected. Five years later the lives of those who risked there lives to rescue the last survivors from the towers, and the lives of those who will never get to tell their loved ones, “I love you” one more time, are remembered. Their lives not forgotten. The events of that dreadful day will not be forgotten, they live on in our history books, a day that will live on eternally engraved in the minds of those who saw those dire actions unfold. Today we take the time to look back, time to remember the lives of all of those who gave there life to save another, who were racing down 100 flights of stairs attempting to outrun the flames.

The images of that fateful day, still running through the celluloid of my mind, moving pictures of a moment that forever changed the course of events in this world. Sitting in classroom after classroom, watching, waiting, thinking that this has to be just a dream. Wondering what kind of hate someone must arbor to do such a dissastorous deed.

This summer I was given an amazing chance to go see the WTC site, to see the vast amount of empty space that ends the Metro railway of Manhattan. I stood, where many ran for their lives before me, where women and children came, looking for their husbands and fathers, where thousands of vollenteers risked their lives to help those in need. I stood where giant memorials will soon shade the now barren land. I saw the little notes, the flowers, the goodbyes that span the area, left behind by those whose lives will never be the same. Although, today, none of are lives are the same… they never will be again…

Sep 8 2006

Just trying to figure it all out

Its getting colder now, the wind that flows from the North brings a chilling essence that the beauty of fall will be arriving soon to my doorstep. School is back in its full swing as the assignments, papers, and tests are starting to pile up once again. Only two weeks in and the commute is driving me insane, I hate driving to begin with, but now the hour drive from home to classes during peek travel hours has driven me to the edge of my sanity. I love where I work, I just can’t stand how far away it is from every where else that I need to be, I feel like I am missing out on so much because I have to leave at least an hour before I need to arrive to my destination. The money exerted on gas is nor the time spent commuting is worth the money made because of it. I wish I could just make everything work, be able to have the social, academic and work life that I want. But taking 17 credits, and working 30 hours a week, along with 2 hour travel time each day, kind of kills the day… I know living at home has its advantages… like free food, and laundry a car, and such; but if only I could live on campus, and find a job along the trax lines… Maybe then this all would work, all parts of this hectic life would even out?