The year-long silence is broken! For the scant few who follow my blog, you may have received notifications of new (old) posts showing up. If so, my apologies. I’ve decided to merge my poetry and food blogs into one, so that means posts you’ve likely never read are now sandwiched between those you have. Hooray?
This wasn’t the photo I originally wanted to accompany this blog. I was hoping for a screenshot from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, but everything I found was either too small or too blurry to be of any use. It’s probably just as well, as this photo works better.
I presented this message to a group of middle school boys (called “Trek”) on April 29, 2008, while serving in the Awana program at my church.
How often do you find yourself recounting the good times in life? When things went right, when it all worked out, or when you received a clear answer to prayer? Did you leap for joy and click your heels together, shouting “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Did you do a victory dance, a jig, or a similarly-embarrassing pathetic reproduction of the Macarena?
During high school, I was told I ought to start keeping a journal and recording my thoughts. It seemed as impossible as it was uninteresting—my life has never been exciting, so why write about it? But, despite this self-deprecating attitude, I did manage to record a few odds and ends throughout my formative teenage years.