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| in my world of struggling w/ my spiritual life lately i've been waiting for something, anything to kick me in the butt and get me motivated. i haven't really been going to church, haven't really been reading my bible, and haven't really been praying. however, a couple days ago i decided to read a little bit, and i read about how jesus will come meet you wherever you are. so that was cool, but then, last night at a sweet ole sleepover/bonfire, it happened...totally out of the blue, he came to me. i was never expecting to be singing praise and worship songs around the fire, but as we sat, and talked, drank beer, and roasted marshmallows, foxy soon busted out some worship music on the guitar, and then it began. me and fox played about a good hours worth of music, while about 4 or 5 others sang along.
this small campfire was possibly the most revitalizing and energizing thing i've gone through in probably over a year, as simple as it was. in all of my struggles, i finally saw firsthand god's word come true, when he met me, beer in hand, with a group of people that i never would have expected to be down with the whole "praise even though we aren't at church" idea. in my last blog a couple days ago, i said i needed motivation and inspiration...i'm pretty sure i got exactly what i needed around that small campfire at 2:30 in the AM...halle-freekin-lugia | | |
| Do not ask why the title is Burnt Potatoes. I've been silent for a long long time, I dunno why...I think it may be because I'm not motivated or inspired by anything really here in good ole Williston ND. Williston is kinda like them cone shaped things that you put coins in the slot on top, and it spins in a circle all the way down, and before you know it, you've donated 25 cents to some charity you don't really give a "what what" about. Picture yourself as the coin, no matter how fast you run (or roll in the coins case) and no matter how hard you try, ur gonna end up at the bottom with all the other idiots that couldn't get out of the trap this cool looking coin spinning piece of crap. So that is my metaphor for Williston ND, a POS that traps you.
I am proud to say, and extremely excited to say, that next year...I will be leaving this wonderful land once again for St Paul and going back to school at Bethel again. Oh the beauty of anywhere but here. | | |
| shyea...so there we were, when all of a sudden, my mind went blank | | |
| I sorry Stewey, I'm a terrible person, and you are right...I freekin need to update. I just ate 2 huge things of chicken pot pie...effing amazing. Even more amazing than chicken pot pie tho, is Walls, live. I got the amazing privilege of seeing Emery in concert, followed by a decent Hawthorne Heights, Emery rocked them tho. hmmmm, and I think that's all I got...today I did dishes, hooraw for a clean Nate! I finally had a valentines date this year! if emery counts that is.
ok now i go halo
and then to rec
i will call you later, or call me if i forget | | |
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