I am ending this blog

Pray for me. Please pray for me. I beg it of you.

This is the end. What goes on between God and myself is for us and only us, and cannot be here anymore.

"Lord, hold the people of New Orleans in your loving hands. Protect them in their time of need and bring an end to their suffering. Bless them and their families and let your will be done. I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior. Amen."

Job 41

Can you draw out Leviathan (the crocodile) with a fishhook or press down its tongue with a cord? Can you put a rope in its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook? Will it make many supplications to you? Will it speak soft words to you? Will it make a covenant with you to be taken your servant forever? Will you play with it as with a bird, or will you put it on a leash for your girls? Will traders bargain over it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? Can you fill its skin with harpoons, or its head with fishing spears?

Hey, up there

Up there! Hey! Thank you for this wonderful day. It wasn't too bright, not too dark either. Just perfect, so my eyes aren't hurting either way! Thank you for my ability to feel. Thank you for both my hunger and fullness. Thank you for these people who surround me. They make me happy.

The Thanks

So I was working on some homework, it was a beautiful day, I looked at the Belltower and prayed for a second, more a comment then a prayer. "Thank you," I said, "For this beautiful day!"
And the bell tower rang at that moment. It was beautiful. Almost as if to say "You really should thank me more often!"

Another Sign

Today on the bus, we passed it. What God has been showing me. I don't know why it was touching, furthermore, I don't exactly know how to get back. I don't know how safe it will be and I don't know what to do about it.

Psalm of David

Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the foe
I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.

psalm of david - psalms 61.1-4


My prayer is that I stop thinking about depressing things. My prayer is that my tears will dry one day. Without God I am nothing.