Time Depravity

laloDepravity is acting in a way that is morally evil or wrong. In life are we ever afforded the chance to relive expired seconds? Is it possible to reach back and re-live? The answer is no. I would venture to say that time is the most valuable commodity afforded to humanity. Do we live in time, or do we simply seek to exist in time, fanatically managing time to best fit the next task or fire that flairs up in front of us. Do we know what it is to live outside of simply existing? Living implies that we seize time and we enjoy where we are. Distraction is a concept formed in hell to keep the living in a state of limbo between life and death, for if we are not living and we are not dead where are we? It leaves us with that next fire to put out and that next project to accomplish, that next career opportunity to chase, and that next goal to seek out. Is that not the very definition of depravity? Are we not taking one of the greatest gifts of humanity, the chance to live, and defiling it to make it evil. We make time an enemy. We say, “How long do I have to be here?” and “Why can’t I be doing something else?” as if where we are isn’t good enough for us. We invent ways to distract ourselves further than constantly being busy we go to such a level that even while we are busy we are never truly in one place living to our fullest potential. We are busy living another life in a world that doesn’t exist as if the one we are given isn’t good enough. Driving too and from, wasting time, not contentedly observing the wonders of living, but ignoring and belittling our chance at glorifying the one who made us. Value time, value life, and live in the moment. Say no to distraction, so no to discontentment. Strive not to just make it, but to enjoy the journey. The illusion of the destination speaks of our misunderstanding of the journey.

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Music Perspective

Lights
Of a different space
Come fill this place
The soft peals of a distant song
Echoes of a journey an invitation to come along
Dusty Lights fill the stage
One girl stands alone, to share a page

A page
Not just a melodic words to appealing sounds
But a testimony to an unfolding story resounds
Out of those notes the rhythm that song
Come the echoes of a journey an invitation to come along
One girl, one attempt, simply to share a page
One courageous action, to share center stage

A song
More than the allotment of time for a series of notes
It’s the heart of the girl, her dreams her hopes
You dare to criticize the way she shares their soul
You dare to constrict an expression that could make you whole
Life is not based on your basis of reality
Accept the fact that through your lack of understanding can grow a principality

Courage
Under the burden of your words, spoken or not
That woman shares her heart despite being distraught
That one up there on the stage
She knows that growth comes from change
True courage is staying true to what you believe and who you are
Despite the growing war to control the peals of a guitar

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Peace

I experienced peace today. Perhaps not for the first time but definitely for the first time in a more meaningful way. It came as a subtle wave of comfort directly after a submission to the flow of the Holy Spirit by my heart. Rushing is contrary to the will of God because included in the will of God is timing. If I rush I have either missed the timing of God and am attempting to catch up or rush to a perceived benchmark of performance or I am not confident in the progression of events and so am trying to supersede my reality over Gods greater reality. Either way the act of rushing pushes me away from my spirits natural union with peace and promotes a hurried stressed atmosphere. I cannot receive the fullness of Gods grace in such an atmosphere. If I exercise trust and submit to the timing of God I will live in peace. That act of submission transmits my spirit to a third reality where events happen for a reason and being proactive is seen as seeking out the will of God before action. From that place I can find peace in every circumstance because my heart has surpassed logical understanding and I have broken the chains of constant mental work. I refuse to be rushed and will move with the Holy Spirit.

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Is College all its Cracked up to be?

A Thought on College as it Appears in Modern Society

College is often sold to the student as being the best time of your life.  It is common practice for those who have graduated college to look back longingly as if college was the pinnacle of their enjoyment, believing that it is the perfect balance of responsibility and freedom.  Expectations are built in the young men and women in high school for the wonders of the college experience, but is it what they really want? I have become aware of the phenomenon that makes college so appealing, the thing that makes it a memory of covetous longing for many.  It is a time when responsibility is only increased marginally and freedom is given full reign.  Its almost as if the educational system has worked to take the college experience and craft it as something that doesn’t actually fit into life.  In life if you move out of your parent’s house, you are responsible for cooking and paying rent, and you must start working. Academia gives all of those responsibilities too you for free in the name of learning, and what do students do with all the sacrifices others are making for them? They do just as any wise human being would do and take complete advantage of them and give way to ceaseless fun mixed with just enough studying to get them to wherever they want to go.  They develop a stigmatism for responsibility because that is the nasty thing that kills the lifestyle of their college experience.  Little do they know that responsibility is actually what they crave.  They want freedom, but college teaches them that they can get freedom without the work involved, and that there are ways to be dependent on others while still experiencing complete freedom.  With this mindset ingrained in students its no wonder that they are unsatisfied with living after college, it’s a culture shock.  The institution that claims to be preparing them for a life outside of its walls is actually preparing them for a life of wanting to live a college lifestyle, filled with irresponsibility, lack of commitments, and a false sense of freedom. 

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A Thought on Drive

I recently have been pondering the meaning of living as well as searching for the substance of the soul in my life.  What fills me up? As a college student I am constantly asked to question my future.  What does it hold? Where will I be? What will I be doing? As these ponderings rush through my head I am swept up into a whirlwind of possibilities, a wonderful weightless disappearance into the world of tomorrow and as my feet touch down I am given to following them out.  But what merit do they hold?  What could I possibly gain from following a single one of my future aspirations? Fame… Glory… Riches… A sense of pride and self worth?  These are ideas constantly fed to me by the elders around me.

I have bought into an idea for as long as I can remember, that I would be happy as long as I am pursuing something. That I am achieving the greatest platform of my existence while on the path of driven motivated action.  It happens so subtly.  As if a foggy dream world slowly slipped in over me when I was sleeping and instead of reality filling me up I am lost pursuing foggy shadows of a world with meaning unto itself.  I discovered a lack of meaning associated with a lack of pursuit.  In other words if I wasn’t doing I wasn’t valuable, and this theory is taught to us by every facet of human existence.

If we are not achieving than we are committing ourselves to laziness and will become that man on the side of the street that does absolutely nothing with his life.  I find this model very disturbing for several reasons.  First of all it bases our structure of fulfillment on ever-changing variables in the sense that what we are taught to value is always changing.  Whether that be our own changing desires and dreams, or the ever changing industry or vehicle of our achievement. The basis for our fulfillment is on an ever- shifting platform of uneasy footing.  Secondly I do not believe that my greatest fulfillment comes in a moment of my own doing; that the highest form of success is tied up in in the standards put forth by those around me.

I have realized that it is easy to become engrained in the tide of humanity rushing for this concept.  It is very fulfilling to accomplish something and I am not proposing that an accomplishment in and of itself is bad; however, when accomplishing becomes our fulfillment we have crossed a line.  Crossing that line puts us in a slowly deteriorating system of thought that drains us of our willpower, sucks us into repetitive action, and drags us down into confusion disorientation and a feeling of emptiness.  At the end of the day I want to be able to sit there, do nothing, and feel content complete and fulfilled.  I can often feel this way when I have had a very productive day, and the desire to work is God given, but fulfillment comes from a source outside of ourselves, not from achievement.  My priorities need to be in alignment in order for me to live life to the fullest and to achieve a consistent productive sense of living.  Not productive in terms of the worlds elaborate structure of doing, but productive in the areas of, Jesus, Family, and Relationship.  If I base my fulfillment on a rock unmoving than I will be more likely to succeed in my other pursuits and I will have lived a life worth living.  I refuse to be locked in a constantly shifting sense of fulfillment.  I will focus on what really matters, so that I will never become confined to the ideal of success taught to me by my surroundings, and I will transcend doing and achieve true fulfillment in the ideal of relationship.

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Muffin-Tin Pancakes

I recently had a hankering for some good pancakes and as I was searching around I found this recipe for Muffin Tin Pancakes, which is the greatest thing ever because it provides a pocket for toppings thus eliminating wasted spillage.  The recipe is as follows:

Recipe:
The first step is to grease the muffin tins you plan to use so that the pancake mix will not stick.

Next fill each cup in the muffin tin 1/2 full of pancake mix and bake for 15 minutes at 375 degrees.  The pancakes will form a crater in the middle when cooked.

The last step is to enjoy!!!  Fill the center with maple syrup, bananas, berries or any other sort of delicious ingredients your heart desires.

Homemade Pancake Mix
If you are ready to really express your inner chief then here is a recipe for homemade pancake mix, which despite popular belief is actually better than store bought mix.

Ingredients…

1 c. flour
1 tbsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
2 tbsp. vegetable oil
3 tbsp. sugar
1 c. milk
1 egg
1/2 tsp. salt

Recipe:

Combine dry ingredients and then add milk, egg and oil. Mix until smooth.
Good-luck with your breakfast adventure!!!

 

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Bubbles and Little Girls

This little girl is so beautiful…  I hope my daughter radiates God’s grace in her life like this little girl.

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Seasons

Recently thoughts of dissatisfaction with where I am in life crept up on me and for a while I listened to them and strove after what I felt was the goal but then I had a lesson on seasons.  Seasons can seem confusing when we are not satisfied with trusting something higher than ourselves, because we must be able to figure it out right?  We have to know where we are going how fast we are going there and if we are measuring up to the standards of all those living around us. What I did not realize is that the need to use logic to know and to reach a firm conclusion of my entire life’s goal is a feeble attempt at control.  “If I only knew why God did certain things I would be okay with it” is in essence saying, “If God fits into my window of understanding I will let him do what he does without a fight.”  Anxiety comes from a spirit that needs to know.

Because of the way we as a culture have evolved we have lost sight of the importance of seasons. Before the industrial revolution hit we relied on the seasons, winter for rest, summer for work, spring for cultivation, and fall for harvesting, but due to changes in society we no longer value the seasons except for maybe their beauty.  What we don’t understand is that the concept of the season has a profound impact on our lives every day and so without this understanding we are content to meander through life without truly divining the season we are in and pursuing it.  I believe that nature is a parallel in many ways to the nature within us.  We are constantly on a journey in life and on this journey we are constantly moving through seasons of change.  The very belief that we are on a journey implies change.  So if we are going through seasons, should we not put our minds to rest in that we are in a season, and that season is where we need to be. With contentment comes understanding and peace.  The earth has no say in what season it is undergoing at a certain point in time, but that does not mean it cannot benefit from its time in each season, and that it is in a specific season for a reason.

Seasons of growth are ruined by jealousy.  If I am in a season of harvesting in my life and am reaping the benefits of what I have sown and yet am looking at someone else in a season of rest and put myself in a state of rest I am ruining my season.  When I try and put myself in a season other than my own I am missing out on what the season I am in is offering me.  Because of this realization I must be content with the season that I am in, which means releasing control of my path and pursuing  meaning in my current circumstances.  Submission to the seasons of life releases stress and promotes a contentment and inner peace that I am where I need to be and if I feel out of place I am simply trying to be somewhere I am not.

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Is Marriage Dead?

           Looking at love and those in relationships its easy to say, “I want to be married” but is that actually what we want.  When it comes down to actually getting married it is a completely different matter entirely. No longer does the naïve thoughts and daydreams of a seamless union between two souls exist.  All thought about the serenity of living together disappears and seems to be replaced by anxiety and a feeling of uncertainty.  Commitment seems like too much to ask, responsibility seems like a never-ending nightmare, and the happiness of being in a relationship with the one you love seems to die away.  Why is this?  Has love magically evaporated over the unusually short time span of realizing that a marriage is not only possible but imminent with your lover.  Or is it that all good things have an opposite, and the nature of evil is to ruin good.

          The sea of love and growing intimacy that once used to be so calm can be easily disrupted by fear. Thoughts of am I with the right person, and is it worth risking my future to enter into a covenant that I have been told since adolescence is dying? To understand this dramatic shift in thinking the concept of love must be understood.  Love isn’t simply a feeling its a desire to sacrifice.  This doesn’t line up very well when applied to the feelings we are taught equate to love, however it is true.  Emotions can come and go and feelings fade, but what stays around for a lifetime is commitment and commitment is a choice.  Choosing takes courage, a courage that is bottled up, demeaned, and labeled as archaic in todays world.  Its all about me, what I feel, what I think, these types of thoughts are brainwashed into us as we grow up and so we take them into our love life.  Is it worth it for me to get married? Am with the right person? We are taught to evaluate love as a selfish form of satisfaction; however, love is really the ability to choose sacrifice and to deny selfish pleasure for another.  At some point you won’t want to do something for you significant other, and if they are truly meant for you then you will find a desire inside of yourself to sacrifice for them even when it doesn’t line up with your agenda.  Is marriage daunting? Yes.  But I would argue that marriage, even young marriage should be encouraged and supported, because without a support system and a culture of true love, marriage will cease to exist and will be replaced by a culture of cohabitation and selfishness.

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Color

Color is an expression of spirit.  A unique mixture of texture perceived differently by all yet shared on a common platform of sight.  Everyone perceives the essence of color differently yet through the common bond of the act of perceiving we can share life.  Color is a bond unique to our condition; all are individuals and see differently yet it is on the basis of one plane that we can communicate.  Color speaks to the soul not through a code confined by distinct rigid properties, but as a soft urging of the soul.   Often the eyes of the spirit are disregarded by logic, yet it is that very ability, unique to everyone, that can be used to bond even the most extreme of opposites. Eyes are used to see the physical, but that is not where our perception was meant to stop. Everything in the physical is a hint into the spiritual, an invitation to explore and discover a meaning greater than the mere observation of a color. It is on that level of exploration that all the discrepancies and beautiful shifting perspectives of the mind can become united in its purpose; connection, intimacy, and a revelation of a divine purpose.  So lets see what happens when we purposely expand our horizon, give our spirit room to thrive, and dive into the world of color.

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