Lately I have been hanging out with the guys a lot more, whether it is going out to Burger King with Brock, Starbucks with Nick, or to Panda Express with Luke, I have been spending a lot more time with the men of the college group, and I must say that it's been good. Never before have I felt like I had a group of brothers who I could open up to, it has been pretty sweet.
Anyway on an unrelated note, Donna and I have been cleaning her room and miracle of miracles happened, it is almost completely cleaned! That is pretty sweet if you ask me. It's nice to be able to see the floor, and not have to worry about tripping and falling to my death if I ever need to get something out of her room, so that's nice.
That's really the big stuff going on with me, since only like Donna reads this anyway I want to say hey babe, I love you! If anyone else reads this too um... hi, and um... leave a comment.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
God is Good
Well it's been about two weeks since my last post so I decided that I should post again. As I sit here on the couch, with Donna napping at my side, I am just reflecting on the goodness of God. There are many things that are up in the air, finding a new job, figuring out how to help plan for our wedding, what I should do about health Insurance, what I'll be doing once Donna is gone at Bible College, and so many other unknowns. Yet though I don't really know what I am doing, or what's going to be going on in these next 11 months, one thing I do know. God is Good, and because of this I'm content.
God is the one teaching me to lead, He's the one showing me how to love, and even where it is I should be going. I love that while I am in myself an incapable individual, I am still strong in my weakness because it is at the weak points that I am relying on God a lot more. Lord continue to conform me to your image, I am constantly in need of that.
Anyway that's all, just a little praising of my Savior.
God is the one teaching me to lead, He's the one showing me how to love, and even where it is I should be going. I love that while I am in myself an incapable individual, I am still strong in my weakness because it is at the weak points that I am relying on God a lot more. Lord continue to conform me to your image, I am constantly in need of that.
Anyway that's all, just a little praising of my Savior.
Friday, June 27, 2008
5 years ago
You know my life has changed significantly in the past 5 years. I was just thinking the other day about how much my life has changed since High School. All the good, and bad, times that have taken place and all the events that have transpired for the Lord to have placed me right here, right now.
Lets see in a list version I've
Been a youth pastor
Moved to Germany
Went to bible college in both Germany and England
Had my wisdom teeth removed
Graduated from Bible College
Met and got engaged to Donna
Moved back to Georgia and then to California
These are just a summary of the main events that have happened. It makes me wonder what the Lord has in store for me in the next five years, it leaves me both excited and curious. I love Jesus!
Lets see in a list version I've
Been a youth pastor
Moved to Germany
Went to bible college in both Germany and England
Had my wisdom teeth removed
Graduated from Bible College
Met and got engaged to Donna
Moved back to Georgia and then to California
These are just a summary of the main events that have happened. It makes me wonder what the Lord has in store for me in the next five years, it leaves me both excited and curious. I love Jesus!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Recent Ponderings 1
(Editor's note: Has not been edited)
It's been a while since my last blog. But I think that's ok, it gave time for everyone and anyone to be sure to have read the last one before I prepared this one.
A lot has happened since that blog was posted, I moved to California, I got a car and a job. This blog isn't about any of those things though I probably have enough material for each to write an entire blog about it, and who knows maybe I will when I don't have anything else to do. But today is a special blog, one that is really about something that I have been thinking about for a little while.
As you may know the comedian George Carlin died the other day, now other than watching him on "Shining Times Station" where he played Mr. Conductor on the Thomas the Train TV show on PBS that I used to watch (in my defense PBS was the only channel we were allowed to watch for the most part) I didn't really know much about him. But it turns out, from reading various articles about him, that he was quite a rebellious crass man, who liked to make fun of, among other things, God.
Now I don't know where he was spiritually when he died, but assuming that he had not repented, this man who had made a career out of being rebellious is now paying for that choice for all eternity, separated from the God that he chose to mock instead of worship.
When I think of this or the many other men I see on TV or in books who blaspheme the Lord either for laughs, or just because they in their "brilliance" believe that an existence without God more suitable, I begin to feel three emotions at the same time. The first one that arises is anger, anger at the fact that they are mocking my Savior, and also because there are people who are going to believe what is written and they too are going to turn away from their only source of Life.
I then feel pity. I think to myself that these people are arrogantly marching themselves right into Hell. The feeling of pity quickly changes into sorrow. The fact that men like Voltaire, Lenin or George Carlin are now spending eternity apart from any hope, joy, friendship or love, makes me sad. Because no matter how much I may not like someone, or what someone stands for, I would not wish hell on anyone.
Yet there are many guys and gals, whether they be professors or friends, that I know who follow this same mindset, and I don't wind up in Hell like those before them.
Now this brings me to what I have been thinking about. 2 Timothy 2:23-26 says:
"Avoid foolish and ignorant disputes, knowing that they generate strife. And a servant of the Lord must not quarrel but be gentle to all, able to teach, patient, in humility correcting those who are in opposition, if God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth and that they may come to their senses and escape the snare of the devil, having been taken captive by him to do his will."
The point I have been thinking about is two fold (Not three interestingly enough) and they both come from this passage.
The first one deals with avoiding arguments and quarrels. I find that when it comes to talking with those "intellectual" the first thing that they begin to do is argue, but we are not called to do that we are called to patiently teach in humility. This is something that I am bad at, because I am a debater, I like to debate biblical ideas but at the same time I know the old adage "you may win the debate, but lose their soul to Hell." And that makes me think of all the times that I have debated with someone about Christianity to the point where we both left angry, and I think over my answers for days, if not weeks, later (ask Donna, I'm constantly bringing up new arguments for my point of view in a debate I had with some person weeks beforehand).
But I've come to realize that my job is not to win arguments, it's to win souls. Which brings me to the next part of my thinking
"If God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth and that they may come to their senses..."
It's not really my job to win souls either. That's God's job, but yet how often do I assume that it's too late for those who are alive?
I watched a film a few months back called "Expelled" and I remember as I watched the film and how some of the men were talking about how, since they learned of evolution, they didn't need God anymore, and I remember a part of me thinking that they were hopeless, like they had no chance for Salvation. I also think of all these people who are in cults, or are just sooo lost, and I honestly don't see them ever getting saved. While I would not have admitted it I, in some ways, figured that they were lost causes. But I guess many could say the same about Paul, or C.S. Lewis, or many other men of God who initially weren't.
At the end of the day, it all comes down to God, (which then raises questions about sovereignty vs. Free will but I'll maybe talk about that in another special edition blog.)
Ok this was a bit long, and I honestly didn't intend to type this much or stay up this late, but I will say for now, I am going to be making a list of all those people who I've thought were too far gone, and I'm not going to give up on them, I am going to start praying for them and if possible talking to them, who knows "perhaps God will grant them repentance... that they may come to their senses."
It's been a while since my last blog. But I think that's ok, it gave time for everyone and anyone to be sure to have read the last one before I prepared this one.
A lot has happened since that blog was posted, I moved to California, I got a car and a job. This blog isn't about any of those things though I probably have enough material for each to write an entire blog about it, and who knows maybe I will when I don't have anything else to do. But today is a special blog, one that is really about something that I have been thinking about for a little while.
As you may know the comedian George Carlin died the other day, now other than watching him on "Shining Times Station" where he played Mr. Conductor on the Thomas the Train TV show on PBS that I used to watch (in my defense PBS was the only channel we were allowed to watch for the most part) I didn't really know much about him. But it turns out, from reading various articles about him, that he was quite a rebellious crass man, who liked to make fun of, among other things, God.
Now I don't know where he was spiritually when he died, but assuming that he had not repented, this man who had made a career out of being rebellious is now paying for that choice for all eternity, separated from the God that he chose to mock instead of worship.
When I think of this or the many other men I see on TV or in books who blaspheme the Lord either for laughs, or just because they in their "brilliance" believe that an existence without God more suitable, I begin to feel three emotions at the same time. The first one that arises is anger, anger at the fact that they are mocking my Savior, and also because there are people who are going to believe what is written and they too are going to turn away from their only source of Life.
I then feel pity. I think to myself that these people are arrogantly marching themselves right into Hell. The feeling of pity quickly changes into sorrow. The fact that men like Voltaire, Lenin or George Carlin are now spending eternity apart from any hope, joy, friendship or love, makes me sad. Because no matter how much I may not like someone, or what someone stands for, I would not wish hell on anyone.
Yet there are many guys and gals, whether they be professors or friends, that I know who follow this same mindset, and I don't wind up in Hell like those before them.
Now this brings me to what I have been thinking about. 2 Timothy 2:23-26 says:
"Avoid foolish and ignorant disputes, knowing that they generate strife. And a servant of the Lord must not quarrel but be gentle to all, able to teach, patient, in humility correcting those who are in opposition, if God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth and that they may come to their senses and escape the snare of the devil, having been taken captive by him to do his will."
The point I have been thinking about is two fold (Not three interestingly enough) and they both come from this passage.
The first one deals with avoiding arguments and quarrels. I find that when it comes to talking with those "intellectual" the first thing that they begin to do is argue, but we are not called to do that we are called to patiently teach in humility. This is something that I am bad at, because I am a debater, I like to debate biblical ideas but at the same time I know the old adage "you may win the debate, but lose their soul to Hell." And that makes me think of all the times that I have debated with someone about Christianity to the point where we both left angry, and I think over my answers for days, if not weeks, later (ask Donna, I'm constantly bringing up new arguments for my point of view in a debate I had with some person weeks beforehand).
But I've come to realize that my job is not to win arguments, it's to win souls. Which brings me to the next part of my thinking
"If God perhaps will grant them repentance, so that they may know the truth and that they may come to their senses..."
It's not really my job to win souls either. That's God's job, but yet how often do I assume that it's too late for those who are alive?
I watched a film a few months back called "Expelled" and I remember as I watched the film and how some of the men were talking about how, since they learned of evolution, they didn't need God anymore, and I remember a part of me thinking that they were hopeless, like they had no chance for Salvation. I also think of all these people who are in cults, or are just sooo lost, and I honestly don't see them ever getting saved. While I would not have admitted it I, in some ways, figured that they were lost causes. But I guess many could say the same about Paul, or C.S. Lewis, or many other men of God who initially weren't.
At the end of the day, it all comes down to God, (which then raises questions about sovereignty vs. Free will but I'll maybe talk about that in another special edition blog.)
Ok this was a bit long, and I honestly didn't intend to type this much or stay up this late, but I will say for now, I am going to be making a list of all those people who I've thought were too far gone, and I'm not going to give up on them, I am going to start praying for them and if possible talking to them, who knows "perhaps God will grant them repentance... that they may come to their senses."
Sunday, March 23, 2008
An Engagement (The Aaron and Donna Story)
It all started on a cold rainy night in England, where I asked Donna Blaisdell to be my girlfriend. From that point on the Lord began to knit our hearts more and more together. (We'll one day tell the entire story, but as for now we are just going to tell the engagement portion of this grand tale.) About a month and a half later I told her that it was my intention to eventually marry her.
Flashing forward to the end of that semester, I gave her my ring as a "statement of intention" and it was at that point that we both knew that we were going to one day marry each other, and that is where this story picks up. Starting with the amazing Aaron's portion, followed by the mega beauty/super foxy Donna's.
Aaron's Portion
On December 15th, my love left England, taking with her both my ring and my heart. Thoughts were flowing through my mind, about how excited I was, but at that point I was also nervous. My parents had spent the evening talking with her, and I was afraid that they would for whatever reason not like her. But on the train to the airport, we talked about how she was the one I was planning to marry, and they surprisingly responded with joy. They said that they liked her, and that they could see how much I loved her and so since they trusted my judgment they said that they supported me in this.
I was in Germany through Christmas, and I tried to figure out how and when to find the time to talk to her (there's about a 9 hour difference between California and Germany) but somehow we were able to talk every day, and soon after I moved in with my sister and her husband in Georgia.
It was there that I was faced with the fear that because we could only communicate via skype, we would slowly grow apart. But instead the exact opposite happened. We fell more in love with each other, and I wanted more and more to marry her. So around Valentine's day, I began to search for the perfect ring. The one that I could afford and at the same time would be beautiful, and I found it at Friedman's Jeweler's. So after much prayer, and searching, I bought the ring. But I was now faced with the task of figuring out how I was going to propose to her, and also what it is I would say when it came to asking her Father for her hand.
Now Donna knew that I was planning to propose, but I wanted the when and where to be a surprise, so I told her that I wanted to wait to propose until she came to visit in June, and I also got her mom to help me in this facade. Meanwhile she helped me figure out places to propose.
Finally after being apart for 3 months I finally arrived in Santee, to see my beautiful babe. And with that came the stress that came in the form of her dad. I knew that he knew that I wanted to ask him, but at the same time, I was unsure how it was that he was going to respond, so in my mind I was trying to answer all the questions that he may even possibly ask me, because Donna's hand/his blessing was something that was important to me.
So that Sunday I took him out for coffee, and on the way there we talked small talk, but I was FREAKING OUT on the inside. So we went to starbucks, and he asked me why I had taken him out. So I told him that I was in love with Donna, and that I wanted her hand in marriage. His response surprised me, because instead of an interrogation he just said "Yes. I have spent the last 20 years trying to figure out what I was going to say to the man who asked me this, but I don't feel that I need to to threaten or interrogate you. It's obvious that you love my daughter, and you make her happy, and so I give you my blessing." It was at that point that it felt like a weight was lifted off me, I was at this point free to propose to Donna and I knew when and where I was going to do it.
On Wednesday March 19th 2008, I took Donna out for a "dress date" we dressed up nice and I took her out to Olive Garden. After that we went to Balboa park to walk around. It was Donna's favorite park, filled with nice gardens and various other paths and stuff. When we got there Donna began to explain to me all the amazing things about the area, and why it is that she loved the place, and what everything is. But, to be honest, at this time I didn't really pay attention to anything that she was saying. All I was thinking was, where can I propose to Donna? Where would it be nice? Finally we went to the Organ Pavillion, and it was there that we went on the stage and I decided that that would be the place. So as Donna was about to walk away, I grabbed her hand and said "Wait a second." I then took her other hand and said "Ever since that day in Rome... I mean in the laundry room where we were talking about Rome, I knew that I wanted you to be my bride, and ever since that day I have been trying to think of what I would say when this moment came. But to be honest at this point my mind is going blank. I love you Donna, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I then got on one knee and then said "So I guess what I am trying to say is, Donna Mae Blaisdell will you marry me?" Donna at this point was smiling from ear to ear and she said "Yes!" So I put the ring on her finger, and we kissed for the first time as fiances. We then walked hand and hand together around in the area, smiling and talking about how we are now officially engaged. Donna called her mom and told her, and then after Donna went to the bathroom, we went back to her house and her mom took pictures.
The Real Story from Donna
so starting from when i left england...
i was a mess that day what with dorm cleaning and meeting his family for the first time and the graduation there was a lot going on in my brain. but the thought that my mind was obsessing over was that "i am leaving aaron tonight and trusting that this is what god wants for us and that He will watch over this relationship while we are apart." you always hear about bible college romances and how they last for a season, then are over a few weeks after the semester ends. i didn't want that i loved him and i knew very early on that he was the man i wanted to marry. so before i left while we stood outside in the freezing cold he gave me his ring and told be that it stood for 3 things our purity in this relationship, a reminder of his love for me, and a "statement of intention". early the next morning we said goodbye and amidst tears and hugs and kisses. when we were waiting for the train i told my friend lauren about the ring and she told me she knew it was from god this relationship, because we fit together like puzzle pieces. when i got home i missed him so much and all i wanted to do was talk to him on skype but i had work and school to get back to so we struggled to find time to talk to each other. when he moved to georgia it was easier and we would talk for hours. learning everything about one another. we talked about marriage and what we wanted for our future and i knew when he was looking for rings. i thought i knew he was going to propose when he came out in the spring but between him and my mom they had me convinced that he would wait till that june. so when he came out i knew he was asking my dad for my hand in marriage and that he was incredibly nervous about it. we prayed about it before he went to talk to him and i knew it would go well. when we were at my college group that night he told me and my friends how it went and it was all good news! and as far as i knew that was the only progress in that area that would be going on while he was here. we wanted to go in a fancy date where we dressed up and went out to eat some where nice so we did that wednesday and it was fun. i thought at the beginning of the night that he might propose that evening so when i realized my purity ring was not on my hand i asked him if when we go back i should could pu tit on. he said sure and so in my mind if i would be wearing my ring, then that meant he didn't plan on putting another one on there and therefore no proposal that night. not that i was upset, because i just figured it would happen this summer. so we went home and i grabbed my jacket and ring before heading off to Balboa park my favorite place in all of san diego. it's filled with great museums and gardens and the buildings are so cool. so we were walking around and i was talking the whole time telling aaron about different times i had been to the park, and different places that had stories attached to them for me. when we got to the organ pavilion i was telling him how people get married here all the time and how beautiful it was so we walked down the aisle towards the stage and we got up there and i was still taking about who knows what now when he stopped me as i was about to go off to the next place. that's when i knew. i looked at his face and i saw what he was thinking before he said a word and i knew this was the moment i had been waiting for since i left england. he started talking and all i could think was " he's asking me to marry him. I'm gong to be his fiance after this moment." i only caught the first part of what he said about how when we were in the laundry room talking about rome and how we weren't going to go then he knew i was the one god had for him and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. then he got down on one knee and asked me. it was perfect perfect man perfect time perfect place all before God. we prayed afterwards that God would be the center of our relations ship, and dedicated it once again to Him. then we walked into the light so i could see the ring better; it was gorgeous. after that we walked around some more and i pointed out more buildings, and we talked a lot, not sure if aaron remembers any of what i told him about the park so we will have to go there again sometime but i'm ok with that.
This is our story so far, it's still being written, by God, and it will be the greatest adventure we could ever take part in. We can only imagine how great it will be to serve the Lord together and to carry out His work as a team. He made us for each other and we will complement one another in ways we never could have imagined. It's better to let God be our story teller and to enjoy the moment He has us in now. it is always changing and always something new but still feels like a favorite pair of jeans, comfortable and leaving you feeling confidant in each step you take.
Flashing forward to the end of that semester, I gave her my ring as a "statement of intention" and it was at that point that we both knew that we were going to one day marry each other, and that is where this story picks up. Starting with the amazing Aaron's portion, followed by the mega beauty/super foxy Donna's.
Aaron's Portion
On December 15th, my love left England, taking with her both my ring and my heart. Thoughts were flowing through my mind, about how excited I was, but at that point I was also nervous. My parents had spent the evening talking with her, and I was afraid that they would for whatever reason not like her. But on the train to the airport, we talked about how she was the one I was planning to marry, and they surprisingly responded with joy. They said that they liked her, and that they could see how much I loved her and so since they trusted my judgment they said that they supported me in this.
I was in Germany through Christmas, and I tried to figure out how and when to find the time to talk to her (there's about a 9 hour difference between California and Germany) but somehow we were able to talk every day, and soon after I moved in with my sister and her husband in Georgia.
It was there that I was faced with the fear that because we could only communicate via skype, we would slowly grow apart. But instead the exact opposite happened. We fell more in love with each other, and I wanted more and more to marry her. So around Valentine's day, I began to search for the perfect ring. The one that I could afford and at the same time would be beautiful, and I found it at Friedman's Jeweler's. So after much prayer, and searching, I bought the ring. But I was now faced with the task of figuring out how I was going to propose to her, and also what it is I would say when it came to asking her Father for her hand.
Now Donna knew that I was planning to propose, but I wanted the when and where to be a surprise, so I told her that I wanted to wait to propose until she came to visit in June, and I also got her mom to help me in this facade. Meanwhile she helped me figure out places to propose.
Finally after being apart for 3 months I finally arrived in Santee, to see my beautiful babe. And with that came the stress that came in the form of her dad. I knew that he knew that I wanted to ask him, but at the same time, I was unsure how it was that he was going to respond, so in my mind I was trying to answer all the questions that he may even possibly ask me, because Donna's hand/his blessing was something that was important to me.
So that Sunday I took him out for coffee, and on the way there we talked small talk, but I was FREAKING OUT on the inside. So we went to starbucks, and he asked me why I had taken him out. So I told him that I was in love with Donna, and that I wanted her hand in marriage. His response surprised me, because instead of an interrogation he just said "Yes. I have spent the last 20 years trying to figure out what I was going to say to the man who asked me this, but I don't feel that I need to to threaten or interrogate you. It's obvious that you love my daughter, and you make her happy, and so I give you my blessing." It was at that point that it felt like a weight was lifted off me, I was at this point free to propose to Donna and I knew when and where I was going to do it.
On Wednesday March 19th 2008, I took Donna out for a "dress date" we dressed up nice and I took her out to Olive Garden. After that we went to Balboa park to walk around. It was Donna's favorite park, filled with nice gardens and various other paths and stuff. When we got there Donna began to explain to me all the amazing things about the area, and why it is that she loved the place, and what everything is. But, to be honest, at this time I didn't really pay attention to anything that she was saying. All I was thinking was, where can I propose to Donna? Where would it be nice? Finally we went to the Organ Pavillion, and it was there that we went on the stage and I decided that that would be the place. So as Donna was about to walk away, I grabbed her hand and said "Wait a second." I then took her other hand and said "Ever since that day in Rome... I mean in the laundry room where we were talking about Rome, I knew that I wanted you to be my bride, and ever since that day I have been trying to think of what I would say when this moment came. But to be honest at this point my mind is going blank. I love you Donna, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I then got on one knee and then said "So I guess what I am trying to say is, Donna Mae Blaisdell will you marry me?" Donna at this point was smiling from ear to ear and she said "Yes!" So I put the ring on her finger, and we kissed for the first time as fiances. We then walked hand and hand together around in the area, smiling and talking about how we are now officially engaged. Donna called her mom and told her, and then after Donna went to the bathroom, we went back to her house and her mom took pictures.
The Real Story from Donna
so starting from when i left england...
i was a mess that day what with dorm cleaning and meeting his family for the first time and the graduation there was a lot going on in my brain. but the thought that my mind was obsessing over was that "i am leaving aaron tonight and trusting that this is what god wants for us and that He will watch over this relationship while we are apart." you always hear about bible college romances and how they last for a season, then are over a few weeks after the semester ends. i didn't want that i loved him and i knew very early on that he was the man i wanted to marry. so before i left while we stood outside in the freezing cold he gave me his ring and told be that it stood for 3 things our purity in this relationship, a reminder of his love for me, and a "statement of intention". early the next morning we said goodbye and amidst tears and hugs and kisses. when we were waiting for the train i told my friend lauren about the ring and she told me she knew it was from god this relationship, because we fit together like puzzle pieces. when i got home i missed him so much and all i wanted to do was talk to him on skype but i had work and school to get back to so we struggled to find time to talk to each other. when he moved to georgia it was easier and we would talk for hours. learning everything about one another. we talked about marriage and what we wanted for our future and i knew when he was looking for rings. i thought i knew he was going to propose when he came out in the spring but between him and my mom they had me convinced that he would wait till that june. so when he came out i knew he was asking my dad for my hand in marriage and that he was incredibly nervous about it. we prayed about it before he went to talk to him and i knew it would go well. when we were at my college group that night he told me and my friends how it went and it was all good news! and as far as i knew that was the only progress in that area that would be going on while he was here. we wanted to go in a fancy date where we dressed up and went out to eat some where nice so we did that wednesday and it was fun. i thought at the beginning of the night that he might propose that evening so when i realized my purity ring was not on my hand i asked him if when we go back i should could pu tit on. he said sure and so in my mind if i would be wearing my ring, then that meant he didn't plan on putting another one on there and therefore no proposal that night. not that i was upset, because i just figured it would happen this summer. so we went home and i grabbed my jacket and ring before heading off to Balboa park my favorite place in all of san diego. it's filled with great museums and gardens and the buildings are so cool. so we were walking around and i was talking the whole time telling aaron about different times i had been to the park, and different places that had stories attached to them for me. when we got to the organ pavilion i was telling him how people get married here all the time and how beautiful it was so we walked down the aisle towards the stage and we got up there and i was still taking about who knows what now when he stopped me as i was about to go off to the next place. that's when i knew. i looked at his face and i saw what he was thinking before he said a word and i knew this was the moment i had been waiting for since i left england. he started talking and all i could think was " he's asking me to marry him. I'm gong to be his fiance after this moment." i only caught the first part of what he said about how when we were in the laundry room talking about rome and how we weren't going to go then he knew i was the one god had for him and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. then he got down on one knee and asked me. it was perfect perfect man perfect time perfect place all before God. we prayed afterwards that God would be the center of our relations ship, and dedicated it once again to Him. then we walked into the light so i could see the ring better; it was gorgeous. after that we walked around some more and i pointed out more buildings, and we talked a lot, not sure if aaron remembers any of what i told him about the park so we will have to go there again sometime but i'm ok with that.
This is our story so far, it's still being written, by God, and it will be the greatest adventure we could ever take part in. We can only imagine how great it will be to serve the Lord together and to carry out His work as a team. He made us for each other and we will complement one another in ways we never could have imagined. It's better to let God be our story teller and to enjoy the moment He has us in now. it is always changing and always something new but still feels like a favorite pair of jeans, comfortable and leaving you feeling confidant in each step you take.
Friday, March 7, 2008
6 Days!
I am really excited, in 6 days I am going to be going to SoCal to visit Donna. I miss her so much, and so being able to be at the same place that she is, is going to be nice. I am really excited, and I get to go to the Zoo. That is going to be awesome.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
No good reason
Well most of the time I write posts because I have something to say, or because cool stuff is going on in my life. And while Jesus is continuing to work on my heart, and transforming me more and more into His image daily, there really is not too much to report. But I'll just keep writing and see what I'll come up with.
Well last Wednesday I went to a job interview at Geico, and I found out that I had both the aptitude and the personality for sales, and they were saying that I was essentially everything that they wanted in an employee. They were offering me a job that would pay 45-50 thousand a year plus bonuses which I would recieve with every sale. I also would have medical, dental, and car insurance paid for. So I was at first excited.
However then they said that I needed to make at least a 2 year commitment, and they would want me to start a career in it. It was at that time I saw myself working there, getting promotions, eventually making 70,000-90,000 a year and having an office job. It was there it was safe, and it made sense.
But that is not what the Lord would have for me, I know that He has a calling on my life. He has given me this passion for the word, and for full time ministry. This job would mean financial security, I wouldn't have to worry about my job, or money or any of that. In essence I wouldn't have to rely on the Lord, nor would I have to persue His calling for me life.
That all flashed before me, and while the idea sounded nice I turned it down.
Anyway on a lighter note, the countdown is on, it's less than a 3 weeks till I get to see my beautiful, amazing, lovely Donna. For those of you who read this blog who don't already know I am madly in love Donna Mae Blaisdell. She is a blessing.
Well last Wednesday I went to a job interview at Geico, and I found out that I had both the aptitude and the personality for sales, and they were saying that I was essentially everything that they wanted in an employee. They were offering me a job that would pay 45-50 thousand a year plus bonuses which I would recieve with every sale. I also would have medical, dental, and car insurance paid for. So I was at first excited.
However then they said that I needed to make at least a 2 year commitment, and they would want me to start a career in it. It was at that time I saw myself working there, getting promotions, eventually making 70,000-90,000 a year and having an office job. It was there it was safe, and it made sense.
But that is not what the Lord would have for me, I know that He has a calling on my life. He has given me this passion for the word, and for full time ministry. This job would mean financial security, I wouldn't have to worry about my job, or money or any of that. In essence I wouldn't have to rely on the Lord, nor would I have to persue His calling for me life.
That all flashed before me, and while the idea sounded nice I turned it down.
Anyway on a lighter note, the countdown is on, it's less than a 3 weeks till I get to see my beautiful, amazing, lovely Donna. For those of you who read this blog who don't already know I am madly in love Donna Mae Blaisdell. She is a blessing.
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