Yes, but why Nyquil?

If I have any regular readers out there, my apologies for not writing regularly. I have been quite distracted by the pressures of school. In fact, I still have to finish a literature review on breast cancer, a workbook on my theology, and a presentation for a Missionary video for St. Croix's Christian Union Church. So with all that to do, why on earth would I take Nyquil? Maybe it was because I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and it was all I had. Maybe because for some reason I thought I could withstand any of the effects. Maybe I thought my daily dose of adderall would counter the drowsiness. Well, of course I fell back asleep and woke up at 7:15 in a dreamlike state. A dream that was continually pulling me back towards my bed as if I was experiencing the effects of a black whole. I finally gave in at 6:30 that afternoon. So, life lesson? Nyquil for nights, Dayquil for days...period.

How simple this Christian life can be, and yet how complicated it can be at the same time. In the past I would fill my days w/ activities or involve myself in activities that I thought God would be pleased with. And at the same time I would find that I was to busy to be in Gods word and in prayer. And yet, How easily I recognize now that any day I do not surrender to the heart of God through prayer and scripture (and a number of other ways) are days I have ultimately sinned against Him. Any day without setting aside time and seeking God is a day that I unconsciously think I can handle without Gods divine interaction in my life. How can I know what He want's me to do if I am not in tune with him? Father, before I try to do anything for you, help me to spend time with you. (Isaiah 41)

Three True Thoughts from an adult with ADD?

Background: At local coffee shop/pub (Beatniks) for St. Patrick?s day with three other friends and we are given a St. Patrick?s day party pack that contains hats, pins, necklaces, noisemakers, and pulled firework poppers.
Brief laps of intelligence: "Hmm, when Katie shot her firwork confetti popper just a second ago, it didn?t go very far. Perhaps if I shoot while pointing at her face, it won?t hurt her but give her a funny scare."
Reality: momentary blindness and irritated eyes for Katie while Nate apologizes profusely.

Background: Book check for theology 1 is due Monday. Have to finish it up on suday night. Sit down at 1:30 am to get cracking.
Brief laps of intelligence: "Perhaps if I wash the show Stargate on my computer while I type, the whole process will go by faster."
Reality: working on book till 6:00 am in the morning.

Background: I get back from class and decide to make cinnamon roles. I place them on baking pan and put on icing, forgetting that icing goes on last.
Brief laps of intelligence: "Well, perhaps even though the icing is on they will still bake fine."
Reality: Smoke alarm is going off as crisp smoking cinnamon roles are pulled from the oven.

It?s not easy being ADD. Sometimes, I have no idea what I was thinking. There is no cause for alarm. This happens 10% of the time, and God is watching over me 100% of the time. Chance of hurting others or myself, about 1% of the time. But then?we must ask ourselves, maybe it was your or my time to go. (Please don?t take anything just stated seriously, this dose not reflect the theological doctrine of this writer).

Hmmm, another romantic thing I did? When I asked a special someone to be my girlfriend, I did more than just ask. I made her a candlelight dinner with creamy Parmesan Alfredo, garlic bread, some side dish, and a cheesecake for desert. I also bought her a bear with the bear hugging a note. I have now idea what I said in the note, but I do remember the bear also had a CD on its lap. My roommate helped me to make a CD for her, and on it I am singing her a song about how much I care for her. I wrote it and ruined it after I sang it (because I sing so badly). The underlying message was that I wanted her to date me. I even humiliated myself by singing just to prove it. Final thoughts? I really hope that song never gets out on the Internet.

Don't you want somebody to love...

Most of the new blogs posted will express a theme now. The theme will last for as long as I am in this sullen state that I am in. I am a victim and a perpetrator of a broken heart. To deal with love lost, I am posting my romantic fetes. These include actions throughout the years that may have been either romantic or eccentric. I will do my best to go in order, paralleling these actions in direct relation to my age (starting at my youngest fete). Although I am trying to start in order, I also know I have forgotten many. If you were a recipient of such an action not listed, be so kind as to remind me. A first attempt at true romantic ism that pops into my head was performed when I was a junior in high school. It was sweetest day, and I was attempting to enchant my sweetheart at the time. I overwhelmed her by showing up at her door with 6 dozen different colored freshly cut roses and a potted plant (a daisy or something I think). Not 6 roses, 6 dozen roses. That?s whopping 72 roses in all. It cost me about one hundred dollars. That girl is now married to a friend of mine. Moral of the story? A young sappy boy in love goes broke real quickly.

Thanks for all I have...for I have much!

As a person who has had some amazing experiences, I consider myself blessed. Yet, what if all the gifts I have and blessings I have experienced were not for me, but so I could benefit others? And what if the more gifts you have means the more in debt you are to those around you who are lacking? There are a few who have more than I, but the majority around the world have allot less. You don't have to go far to see some one whom would love to have a roof over their heads or a decent meal. There are many who would love to be as smart as you, as well off as you financially. Many who would die do have a family like yours and have friends like your friends. Some want the confidence that you have, or the musical ability; the nice figure you have, or the athletic skill. You and I may feel at times like those who have not. We are not those that have not, we are people who have, and just don?t realize how much we have. I encourage you to give to those who lack your gifts. Give your intelligence, lend your confidence, give of your support. Share your Kindness or finances, Your health or tech skills. Even the ability to operate all your limbs is a gift, I have friends who would love to have that ability. While your thinking of all the things you have to fit in to your schedule, think of what you can do today to help out somebody else. What gift will you contribute to them that are lacking?

1 Thessalonians 5:14&15
We encourage you, brothers and sisters, to instruct those who are not living right, cheer up those who are discouraged, help the weak, and be patient with everyone. Make sure that no one ever pays back one wrong with another wrong. Instead, always try to do what is good for each other and everyone else.
Acts 20:35
I have given you an example that by working hard like this we should help the weak . We should remember the words that the Lord Jesus said, 'Giving gifts is more satisfying than receiving them.'"
Ephesians 4:16
He makes the whole body fit together and unites it through the support of every joint. As each and every part does its job, he makes the body grow so that it builds itself up in love.
Luke 12:48
?From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.

Where the heck is Anytown?

If you have ever been on a mission trip or had to raise funds for some worthy cause, you may fully appreciate this story. I had spent many hours finishing a support letter to raise prayer support and financial support. Unfortunately, there was some information I was not aware of while writing the letter. I was unsure how much the trip would cost, or even the exact dates of the trip. In fact, I wasn?t even sure of what address to leave so people could send financial support. I guess I just figured that any details could be filled in at a later date. Sure, it may have been wiser to leave those spots blank so I wouldn't forget I made up crucial information. Unfortunately, wisdom is best served in hindsight. A couple weeks went by until deadlines began approaching. I would have to retrieve and finalize my letter. I put the finishing touches on it, and had one hundred copies printed out. I then sent out 28 letters to friends and family, with 22 on standby. It was then that the phone calls started coming in and those who felt that bad news was better meant to be in person. What was the bad news you ask? I had forgotten to change the stuff I made up. Luckily the price I put was only around $800 over, and the dates of the trip were pretty darn close. It was the wrong address that was a devastating blow. The address that directed people where to mail the financial support was completely fiction. As we speak, the US post office will be continually reminded why return addresses are such a wonderful Idea. The many envelopes addressed to:
1234 Main St.
Anytown, US 12345
will never make there destination. What glint of wisdom can you derive from such a sad story? It is this? to proofread. I don't care who you are, just proofread the stupid thing.