Finding Joy in the Rain.

Sometimes I read the Old Testament and think to myself, "Wow, the Israelites were a bunch of idiots". Today, I looked back at my life, and thought to myself, "Dangit. I'm Israel. I'm the idiot.". I've spent a lot of time learning about the Israelites the past couple of weeks. Basically, the Lord rescues them. They thank him. They forget him. He is faithful, and they are not. Over and over and over again. At some point, they end up wandering the wilderness for 40 years. Yet even in that wilderness, the Lord still provided. He was always faithful. What a bunch of idiots. I'm Israel. The Lord has been faithful to me. He picked me up and rescued me from a meaningless and loveless life. I thanked him. Things got tough, I slapped him in the face. I repented. He forgave me through the blood of Jesus Christ. He is always faithful. I'm faithful on occasion. Over and over and over again God has provided for me. How is it that i always forget h

The Lord has been exceptionally quiet with me lately. I think i've been exceptionally loud. Things are crazy and I'm homeless after May and my car is officially totaled and I'll likely owe a few thousand dollars on it and I'm running around and I'm trying to fix what's broken and it's loud and stressful and I'm calling out to God and I'm trying to make plans and I'm asking him what to do and I'm not hearing anything and I'm getting frustrated and and and. HELLO, GOD! WHERE ARE YOU? But I can't hear anything. Because I'm yelling. & He is whispering. "Be still, and know that I am God.  I will be exalted among the nations,  I will be exalted in the earth!".  Psalms 46:10.  The hardest thing in the world is for me to be still. I always think I know better. I want instant answers. HERE. NOW. Sometimes I suck at having faith. This morning, through prayer and the wisdom of a mentor of mine, I finally

Marty the Prius is dead. This is how that makes me feel: Originally, I thought his death would be temporary and that he would be resurrected after going to the doctor... but after talking to the dealership today, I found out Marty needs $10,000+ worth of work done in order to revive him. So unless the insurance guy decides he's worth fixing, Marty is no more. Here are some of the resuscitation attempts on Marty's life. I have really great friends that spent a lot of time trying to make him better, but in the end, the damage to his underneath was too great and Marty had to take a ride on the towtruck of flames.  Notice the blood dripping out of Marty as he tries to hold on... :( So how did Marty die? To be honest I don't really know... but I have chosen to blame the city of Belton. On my way back from Austin last Saturday night Marty ran over something that shouldn't have been in the road. Obviously. And while I have no clue what it could