Thursday, July 31, 2008
1.) We have a baby budgie again. ^_^ He's actually almost a week old and cries so loudly and has such a little pot belly - he's adorable. No brothers or sisters this time around; the mother laid ten eggs and he was the only one who hatched.
2.) I had to break into my house today because I locked myself out. >.< God bless the man who invented crowbars.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
In this time of need, strengthen me. You are my strength and my shield; You are my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. I know, Father, that Your eyes go to and fro throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts long for You. The body grows weary, but my hope is in You to renew my strength.
I do not fear, for You are with me.
I am not dismayed or overwhelmed, for You are my God. I know You will strengthen me and help me; that You will uphold me with Your righteous hand. Even as the shadows of illness cover me, I feel the comfort of Your strength, Or Lord.
O Lord, be gracious unto us; we have waited for thee; be thou their arm every morning our salvation also in the time of trouble. - Isaiah 33:2
Prayer from here.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
~Vox Popoli (some blog content not appropriate for children)
That's one of the most amazing, beautiful, heartbreaking quotes I've read in a long, long time.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I suppose I had it in my mind that we'd be able to get by just by setting up covert collective-type farms or something like that. It never hit me that we will probably be on the streets scrounging for every morsel, or constantly running from the law. This may seem silly to those who have seriously thought on the matter, but I've just never been faced with reality before. Now, all of a sudden, I'm getting smacked upside the head with it.
*sigh* Jesus, give me the strength to press onwards with conviction and the willingness to face whatever trials and tribulations will cross my path and the paths of those I love. Let me never waver in my devotion to You, no matter how terrifying, desperate, or hopeless the situation may seem. Amen
Modesty is not something one practices only when one feels convicted. Modesty is a biblical command that cannot be turned off based on personal feelings, 'cultural relevancy', or what someone tells you.
For instance, I've lately been feeling a kind of indifference to my skirts. One of my favorite skirts I ruined on an escalator in Germany (it was sucked in between the railing and the steps on an escalator and got axle grease all over it!) , two I can no longer wear because I bought them before I considered modesty important, and that leaves me with four to work with. Of the four, two are a bit more "dressy" and can't be worn with just anything, so the two that are left have become my work-horses and are rapidly wearing out. I'm a little bit frustrated with my lack of choices; I know that's just the materialist in me (I'm sure the street children of Guatemala would LOVE to have two skirts), but still, I'm beginning to look at my one pair of pants with a more appraising eye. >.< My mother bought me that pair this last Christmas because, at the time, neither she nor my dad took my decision to wear skirts seriously (my mom has since wearily accepted it and my dad has become openly hostile). I kept these pants for dirty work around the house, but nothing else. They're the usual style of today: skin tight.
I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this post anymore. I think I just needed to write something - anything.
So, even though I'm beginning to tire of my skirts, that doesn't mean it's any less important for me to maintain my standard of dress. I need to order some more-modest tops...
Monday, July 21, 2008
I spent the night at a friend's apartment on July 19th and we went to the big casino in town, where, instead of gambling, we played DDR until we were completely out of breath (Note to Self: just because it's only 4 feet on heavy, doesn't mean it isn't still hard!)! She and I then headed back to her apartment and watched The Neverending Story. All in all, it was a pretty good night - and I didn't wake up the next morning thinking, "Uuuuugh, what did I do??"
The actual day of my birthday, my family took me out to eat and I ordered my first legal beer - which I didn't even end up finishing.
This morning, the first thing one of my coworkers said to me was, "Please, Rin, tell me you're hung over." Apparently, she didn't approve of my restraint. =P
Saturday, July 19, 2008
You see, I can sense a plan here. I don't think that the UC people perpetrating this discrimination against Christians (and perhaps a few others religions) are purposely laying a foundation for the coming of the anti-Christ (since most of them don't believe in, or even know about, him), but that's the genius of Satan. Every Christian knows that Satan's biggest success is getting people to not believe in him; allowing him to manipulate their thoughts and actions without them ever having a clue.
With universities refusing to admit those who used Christian curricula, they create a gulf between the secular and religious. Higher paying jobs refuse to take on those without a college degree, further widening the gap between the two. Soon, a Christian underclass is created, much as in other religiously hostile countries.
I don't present this scenario to frighten anyone, but to rather encourage them not to take this lying down. I don't believe we can hold off the coming of the Lord even one day with our endeavors, but we can seek to please God right up until that day comes. I am torn though over what should be done to remedy this. Part of me wants to advocate universal withdrawal of Christians from secular public schools and other "centers of higher learning," pushing instead for the creation of more colleges and universities specifically designed with Christ in mind. This, however, could be considered abandonment of those without Christ, because how will they know unless we tell them? Should we give the universities what they want and leave them to revel in their Godless degradation of everything? I have to say no. So we fight. We fight to keep our presence known and acknowledged.
Prayer by St. Patrick:
May the strength of God pilot us. May the power of God preserve us. May the wisdom of God instruct us. May the hand of God protect us. May the way of God direct us. May the shield of God defend us.
Friday, July 18, 2008
So, what's a gal to do?
I think I'm going to force myself to go to bed at 9:30 pm from now on and wake up at 8:00 am on my days off. Why have a set time to wake up? I find that I get more accomplished if I wake up with a purpose and, to that end, an alarm clock seems to have a good psychological effect. Perhaps if I just lay in bed with some soothing music playing softly in the background it will help lull me to sleep.
Watching what I eat and drink in the hours before bedtime should help as well. I've not been as vigilant about that as I be and have been known to consume fully caffeinated coffee or a plate of carbs after 6 pm. (I know, I know, you don't have to shake your head in exasperation.) So, with the help of God, hopefully I'll be able to combat my insomnia and establish a semi-normal sleep cycle. My body is strange and I haven't figured out just what the ideal amount of sleep for me is; I think it's nine hours a night, but I'm not positive. We shall see. =)
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Guard me Jesus through the night,
And wake me with the morning light.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
And then the video ended and I smiled some more and went back to playing World of Warcraft.
*I didn't think it necessary for the title of the video to have a curse word in it, though.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
I have to agree with Hawthorne that this was his greatest novel (insofar as I can make that assertion, having read only three of his books). The descriptions of 1850s Rome in all its vileness are passionate and, whether true or not, are given an element of ultimate truth since the author obviously believed what he was writing. Likewise, his insights into the nature of the art and artists he describes is eerily on target.
Hilda is sweet and innocent and, though characters such as her are often rendered boring and one dimensional, she grows throughout the story without losing any of her purity - the reader is left with a sense that, in her innocent lies her sin, being unable to give mercy along with justice.
Kenyon is ... who is Kenyon? Wikipedia says he represents rational humanism, with which I'd have to agree, but that doesn't just jump out at you from the pages of the story. He's mostly a lover, devoted to Hilda, and that colors his entire outlook on Rome and the world.
Donatello, the Faun, is pitiable. We morn for his loss of unadulterated life (that sounds strange - he doesn't die), which he fails to gain back in any significant way after his crime of passion. I personally mourn that he is too much the animal (again, not the right word) to look to God to lift him out of his torment.
Miriam is as mysterious as Donatello, but much more human. Her suffering is that of everyman who sees the great evils of this world, perhaps participates in them, and refuses to reach out to the Creator for solace and help. In the end she is somewhat vindicated, but Hawthorne leaves us purposfully clueless as to where life will take her.
I would recommend this book to anyone who is willing to wade through the ponderous prose into a story that is more suffering than joy, more questions than answers, and more darkness than light.
And, seriously, it was a good book.