Streams of Mercy, Never Ceasing.

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"I am the LORD your God, who brought you up out of Egypt. Open wide your mouth and I will fill it" (Psalm 81:10).

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"Are you thirsty?" said the Lion.
"I'm dying of thirst," said Jill.
"Then drink," said the Lion.
"May I - could I - would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
"Will you promise not to - do anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill.
"I make no promises," said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
"Do you eat little girls?" she said.
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, not as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
(TSC, CS Lewis)

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"As the deer pants for the streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God" (Psalm 42:1-2).

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So now the remaining question is, why do I drink so much soda?
Why do I rely on coffee to perk up my emotions?
Why is green tea a fix-all remedy?

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"I daren't come and drink," said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."
"There is no other stream," said the Lion.
(TSC, CS Lewis)
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Broken cisterns cannot hold water.

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I Guess I'll Still Listen To Old Modest Mouse Stuff.

whenever i breathe out, you're breathing it in.


positive/negative.

You're An Animal Doctor?

I have been internally and mentally debating the past few weeks about my eating habits. It's only been about since January or February of this year that I started to eat meat again after an almost two year hiatus from the delicacy. The only meats I eat weekly are turkey and the occasional chicken nugget from Cookout or Chic-Fil-A. I haven't considered myself to be the most carnivorous person on the planet - I suspect I've only eaten about five hamburgers since coming back to the dark side, which only made me feel super gross and queasy afterwards. That being said, I think I am going to make it my New Year's Resolution to go veggie again. But I think more it's going go to be like a Back From Cambodia Resolution, since I'll be spending New Years there, and I wouldn't want to be rude and not eat any sort of food offered to me while I'm over, even if it is chicken, dog, or cat.

Maybe I am becoming Buddhist after all...

The Pearly Gates Have Some Eloquent Graffiti.

It is No-Shave November. Not that that really effects me in any way, shape, form, or fashion other than the fact that this month of November will, musically, totally consist of beards, flannel, and cabins in the woods.
So, I think I'll mentally retreat to my cabin now. Don't worry. I'll return in December. Or sooner. Hopefully.

That is what I intend to do.


so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten.


He resembles Jesus.

A Thought I Thought During CharlotteOne Tonight.

Sanctuaries are places that.. are.. hard to.. describe...

I was going to say that sanctuaries are holy and something about them is sacred, but then I looked up the actual definition on Dictionary.com and "a holy or sacred place" was the first to come up, so I refrained.

But there is just something about a sanctuary.

Whether it be completely empty, filled with joyful singers, or mourning friends, a sanctuary can always make you stop and think that maybe there really is something to this whole God thing.

Whether there be glowing lights and electric guitars or a robed choir and an organ, just being inside a sanctuary can make you want to shout and sing to something a lot bigger than this world has to offer.

I can have church in a nursery or in a big room, but there is just something strikingly beautiful about worshipping in a sanctuary with towering ceilings and smooth pews.

I don't exactly know where I was trying to take this thought, but hopefully it went somewhere. Somehow.

"For great is the Lord and most worthy of praise;
he is to be feared above all gods.
For all the gods of the nations are idols,
but the Lord made the heavens.
Splendor and majesty are before him;
strength and glory are in his sanctuary."
Psalm 96:4-6

If It's On Saddle Creek I Probably Liked It At Some Point In The Past Eight Years.

I used to listen to even better music than I already do.
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