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Mom:  Who is this?

Me: Ben Harper

Mom: Is he famous?

Me: Sort of

Mom:….. Do you always listen to these tier two singers?

hahaha

we are broken vessels yes?  and for most of our lives we’ve filled ourselves with sin and the things of this world.   now were forcing all that garbage out of the cracks and holes and filling ourselves with God.  Dunno if those cracks or holes will ever be fixed, but because God is infinite and is constantly filling us with grace and mercy… i guess it doesnt matter.

haha i randomly thought of that image today.  not very well worded, but the idea was pretty cool.  actually, im sure theres much more you could do with this analogy… haha maybe i’ll think of something better later.

haha my mom came up to me this morning and asked me if i could wiggle my ears.  i can.  she then asked me if i can curl my tongue.  i can.

she can do neither of these things.  she doesnt believe im her child. hahaha

its pretty late, so please excuse my lameness.

Before trying to fall asleep tonight i decided to go through old facebook photos and videos of close friends and people i find interesting. yikes, i sound like a stalker.  oh well, i dont care.  it was nice.  i feel like for the past month or so i’ve been so focus on my future plans and life after college that i really havent had much time to reflect on the past… or really enjoy the present for that matter.  anyway, tonight was good. Conclusion reached: memory is tricky.  youd be surprised, but more often than not your brain will pick and choose the details of your past that you want to remember.  

wish a certain someone wasnt at the bbq you went to last summer?  give it a few years, they wont be.  wish you didnt say that super hurtful thing to your friend?  poof, gone.

-> forgetting can be good sometimes…  but remembering/ being reminded of certain forgotten memories can be pretty stellar too.

as i watched videos from freshmen and sophomore year all the little things that id forgotten about people (what they looked like 2 years ago, how they laughed, etc) were brought to my attention.  seeing these things made me remember what was important to me at the time, and helped me remember how i got to where i am now.

pretty cheeseball… i know… sorry.  but yeah.  i guess its just nice to look back on how friendships developed, why you care about the people who are in your life, and where everyone came from.

we’re all gonna be old soon…  haha im glad we have facebook.

goodnight.

Its illegal to kill mockingbirds.  This fact has proven to be freaking sucks recently because there is an unmated male that starts singing his highly varied song at 1am every night right outside my window.  I hate him.  But at the same time… I’ve read that male mockingbirds only sing at night when they’re searching for a mate.  Once they find a mate, they devote their time to building a nest.  

I really hope he finds a mate.  for his sake.  and mine.

Sin is a very scary thing.  I know we often tell ourselves how filthy, dirty, wrong, dark, and unholy it is, but how often do we fear it?  Sin scares the crap out of me.  When i get glimpses how prevalent it is in my life and the lives of those around me i feel kind of overwhelmed.  its sad.  its scary.  it seems hopeless.  and without a Savior, it would be.

But then of course, i remember Jesus.  The hope of nations, and king of kings.  and then well, im no longer scared.