haha. i signed into blogger stuff to comment on april's new blog (checkaprilandtim.blogspot.com), so i decided to take a look at my old blog. i am still in atl, and a billion life-changing stuffs have happened since that last post, but last week i returned to the i just want to go home mentality. There are people here without whom i will not move, though, so until they decide to go home, i'm sticking around. they are home.
-mo
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Planning
Today, I just want to go home. I want to go home and stay forever. Home is more a state of mind and heart than a place, but the only place I have ever felt my heart belongs is Sandersville, Georgia. The only reservation I have about committing myself to Sandersville is that eventually I would like to have not only somewhere to call home but someone to call home. I have lived in Sandersville for 22 years and know no one there worth marrying. But, I cannot live my life chasing a man I do not know. Today, I do not need a man. Today, I just want to go home.
(Don't mistake this post for a decision to go home when I graduate. Two weeks ago, I was just as certain that I wanted to go overseas as a Journeyman. Here's the problem: Just as much as I don't like not having a plan, I don't like making decisions.)
-mo
(Don't mistake this post for a decision to go home when I graduate. Two weeks ago, I was just as certain that I wanted to go overseas as a Journeyman. Here's the problem: Just as much as I don't like not having a plan, I don't like making decisions.)
-mo
Monday, February 26, 2007
Heartbreak
Following is an email i sent to Michael this morning. Seems an appropriate post here as somewhat of an update on the molding of my heart. -Mo
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mre-
Today, on my way to work, my eyes were opened, and my heart was broken. I looked around me on MARTA, looked into the eyes of my fellow passengers. The railcar was almost void of passion or excitement. One young man standing at the back of the car looked tired, but even in his smile-less face, I could sense a love for wherever he was going, an excitement about what the day held for him. His eyes and mine held all the passion in our car.
Other passengers - some dressed for high-paying office jobs, some dressed for minimum wage - stared blankly ahead or perused this morning's AJC. Their eyes were glazed with the reality that today began another passionless week of drudgery.
Many of those blank stares likely were the hopeless stares of those who desperately need a Savior. Others, no doubt, were the weighted stares of those who have eternal hope but who lack present excitement. Statistically, more than two Christians were in that car this morning. Sadly, I could not have identified them. If the Holy Spirit in me could not even recognize Himself in them, how will the world know He exists?
Michael, we cannot *not* find a way to spread excitement. The world needs to see a unified Church "[pressing] on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of [her]" (Philippians 3.12). We have a Biblical mandate, which is being confirmed through every other channel of divine communication.
Let's continue prayerfully to stretch boundaries as we follow through with the passions and visions He has given us and look forward to the day when every hopeless stare is met with the fiery glance and friendly "hello" of a passionate heart living life "to the full" (John 10.10).
-mrt
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mre-
Today, on my way to work, my eyes were opened, and my heart was broken. I looked around me on MARTA, looked into the eyes of my fellow passengers. The railcar was almost void of passion or excitement. One young man standing at the back of the car looked tired, but even in his smile-less face, I could sense a love for wherever he was going, an excitement about what the day held for him. His eyes and mine held all the passion in our car.
Other passengers - some dressed for high-paying office jobs, some dressed for minimum wage - stared blankly ahead or perused this morning's AJC. Their eyes were glazed with the reality that today began another passionless week of drudgery.
Many of those blank stares likely were the hopeless stares of those who desperately need a Savior. Others, no doubt, were the weighted stares of those who have eternal hope but who lack present excitement. Statistically, more than two Christians were in that car this morning. Sadly, I could not have identified them. If the Holy Spirit in me could not even recognize Himself in them, how will the world know He exists?
Michael, we cannot *not* find a way to spread excitement. The world needs to see a unified Church "[pressing] on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of [her]" (Philippians 3.12). We have a Biblical mandate, which is being confirmed through every other channel of divine communication.
Let's continue prayerfully to stretch boundaries as we follow through with the passions and visions He has given us and look forward to the day when every hopeless stare is met with the fiery glance and friendly "hello" of a passionate heart living life "to the full" (John 10.10).
-mrt
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Monday, November 20, 2006
Perspective
Thanks to the following conversation, I have somewhat of a new perspective as I gaze into the vast unknown that is my future. This conversation took place last Monday, November 13.
Mo: I don't think I want to live past graduation.
Michael: (hysterical laughter)
Mo: Seriously, I'm not at all excited about what life has to offer.
Michael: But what about what you have to offer life?
That kid knows how to get my attention!
As Henry Blackaby says, sometimes God speaks through His people.
-mo
Moville
Mo: I don't think I want to live past graduation.
Michael: (hysterical laughter)
Mo: Seriously, I'm not at all excited about what life has to offer.
Michael: But what about what you have to offer life?
That kid knows how to get my attention!
As Henry Blackaby says, sometimes God speaks through His people.
-mo
Moville
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Survival
Well, I survived today. Every "Happy Birthday" ripped a piece of my heart from my chest. I have a really, really hard time being happy when I am now working on my 23rd year of memories in which my mate will not share.
Now, I begin the miserable trek to 10/09/07.
On the bright side, I have two great Freshmen Families - my parents & siblings and my children & their dad.
-mo
Moville
Now, I begin the miserable trek to 10/09/07.
On the bright side, I have two great Freshmen Families - my parents & siblings and my children & their dad.
-mo
Moville
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