Green Tea

This morning has proved to be a trying time in my life. I'm slowly weening off of coffee so I attempted to have green tea instead today. It Wasn't a total failure, however green tea just doesn't have the kick a cup of joe has.

This after noon I got Ro to start an english blog. How exciting now he can practice english and we can share our stories with everyone!

Complaining

Today the topic of my Chaplains sermon was complaining. He conjured four different types of complainers in this world. One of these types of complainers was the "cynic", people who have a difficult time believing things will ever change.

"Life doesn't get any better then this", my mind reluctantly proclaims. Normally this statement is coerced amongst people who are straddling the peak of what this world has to offer. This statement for me though is a negative connotation referring to everyday life

What a glories time to be a child, no worries no fear, just having fun, finding things to do that will pass time. I wish so much to be a child again, what I would do for my only responsibility to school. To come home and play video games and wait for dad to get home. Ah yes, daddy coming home, the pinnacle of any child's day.

Howbeit such careless joy and bliss will never be within my reach again. That's the cynical aspect of my personality that I stifle. I feel the world wants me to be a happy and always positive man. Well some days aren't positive. Some weeks are hell and some months are full of suffering.

The only vindication that keeps me waking up every morning. Is that one glories day I will rise up to heaven and be father. How awesome is it that God gives us that hope. Just think about for a moment. God DID NOT have to give us the hope of eternal life. When we die that could have been it.

But it's not.

Heart Revived

Walking through life's billows and mans open sores. God places his judgment on the man who looks up with curiosity in his lust for greater power over this world. The light that is gently laid upon that man's chest when the fury of reality settles is overwhelming . Man was not made for this world, he was made for life, knitted together to breath and experience love. Choirs of heavenly angels gather together to revive one soul at a time. To give us the passionate heart once lost by ancestors in the Eden. The heart that God originally placed in our bodies years ago. Every man thirsts for that original heart put together by the hands of God. For what greater love then the gift of love itself, given by a dad to his son.