More Randomness - What Else is New

Confession time:

1. I sneeze funny, at least this is what I have been told.

2. I love Cadbury Cream Eggs, deeply - actually in the last month I have consumed more of these little gems than I care to count.

3. I hate cotton balls, cotton balls to me is equivalent to nails on chalk boards
to others

4. I am a fraudulent baker - this one I must explain, often working with the
church I do visitations and being a small town girl at heart I feel the need to bring baking. I however, do not have a lot of time to bake so... I go to grocery store, buy baked goods, take them home put them on one of my plates,Saran wrap them and give them away. I never claim that I have made them, but the illusion is comforting.

5. My room mate is hot! For all you men out there, she is quite the catch! If you are interested you can let me know or check out GTBC, she is the Director. She is also sitting right here and therefore I need put a plug in for her!


I love to be dumb! I feel it is a gift of mine - dumb-ness. Not really something that is widely accepted on job applications though....

Today in all my randomness I was thinking about passion. I am working on a sermon entitled 'God is worthy of our passion.' And He is! He is worthy of so much more than that but the least we can give Him is our passion.

As I have been writing this I have been searching for passion in others. In conversation I look into their eyes to see if it is dancing below the surface. I watch their actions to see if they are being fueled by passion. And then I looked to myself to see if I was living with passion. I have always promised myself I would never, never live without passion. And yet I still have not found the major outlet to unleash the passion that lives in me.

Sometimes I wish that I had skills that would be a natural expression of this God honouring passion. I have some wonderful friends who are so gifted in music. Their passion is music and their thoughts and dreams are mingled with note and rhythm. It isn't a search - its and unavoidable fact. Their passion is their music.

Or, my sister. My sister is to me a beautiful artist, she see things in colours and textures that I don't understand. If I could see the world with her mind's eye my concept of beauty would be taken to an entirely new level.

I have a friend who has a heart that bleeds for those in poverty. Or another friend who is so charismatic that you cannot help to love and feel blessed by her. Or my silent servant friend who so effortless sees the needs of others before they are apparent and tends to those needs without being asked.

These are people who I watch and admire their passion. I watch them and feel affirmed that God has given us passion to bring Him glory. I suppose my passion is to see everyone find their way of expression for passion. Think of what I different world we have if people stopped surviving and started living with their passions!

From Mustache Smiles to the Wise Thots of Wise Men

I find joy in little things, perhaps this is a testament to the small size of my brain. Yesterday was a wonderfully complex day for my little brain - you see it was my day off. A day where I walked and talked to God, actually He talked and I tried to ignore Him.

During that time I was nearly run over, quite honestly. And I am now convinced that being run over would not be that bad...It would happen quickly - currently my opinion is more that I would dislike the recovery of the accident rather than the accident itself.

It was in this near splat experience that my gaze shot to the driver and he shrugged his shoulders and his mustache smiled at me. I loved it - immediately because of the mustache smile my heart forgave him and smiled back...

Yesterday was also a day where two wise thoughts by two wise men rattled my core:

Woe to those weak and timid souls
Who are divided between God and their world!
They want and they do not want
They are torn by desire and remorse at the same time...
They have a horror of evil and a shame of good.
They have the pains of virtue with out tasting it's sweet consolation.
O How wretched they are.
-Francios Fenelon

A damned soul is nearly nothing: it is shrunk,
Shut up in itself.
Good beats upon the damned incessantly
As sound waves beat on the ears of the deaf,
But they cannot receive it. Their fists are clenched,
Their eyes fast shut.
First they will not, in the end they cannot,
open their hands for gifts or their mouths for food,
or their eyes to see.
- C.S. Lewis

I am in an interesting place, and these words convict and convince me something inside of me must change. More accurately something inside of me needs to be changed. And as I pray for a metamorphosis, I will allow my little brain to be enthralled by the mustache smiles and overwhelmed by the wise thots of wise men.

The This and The That

I have been blog stalking again...

I know where is my self discipline, but I was doing the - 'this is my friend so I will see how she is doing' And then I wandered into the great jackpot of all links. Some of you blog people have alot of friends....

I am bored...I'm not really. I have scheduled some gym time into my day. (For those of you who just gasped and clutched their hearts in shock, welcome back). But I don't really, really want to go. (There is the Erica you know and love). I will though (GASP!) It is the best way to break up a freakin' thirteen hour day.

Did I just say freakin' - I mean lovely or invigorating...(No, I mean freakin'). In all honesty I have had a good day, I spent the last two hours playing dominos ( which is surprising more structured than setting them up and knocking them down) and I gave a devotional for the seniors in my church. ( 'sigh' I love seniors)

I should stop typing...it's really just drivol (drivoll is a new and wonderful word for me...I am reading a book by a british author and she says drivoll all the time...though I am not sure if she spells it with one 'l' or 2 'l's. Anyway, I am easily influenced).

I shall move on...and write something of substance another day. Like how I really am not bitter towards the general population of men in this world. ( That is a topic based on an observation of Dana B. and will be addressed at another time)

Deep in side I have this hope of one day writing something that is wonderful. Wonderful to read...gritty, or beautiful, or with depth or or I dunno. (Rest assured today is not that day...). Whether that hope with ever find fulfillment I don't know...actually I almost never verbalize that hope.....

Hmmm.... who knew blogging would turn into closet confessionals.

I should go I ramble.

The Pasta Scum of Youth Ministry

Youth Ministry includes a huge amount of office time.

Or maybe I am doing it wrong.

All I know is the office and I spend way to much time together and sometimes I wonder what-the? And why?

And then I remember I really love my youth...the office time is kinda like the scum left in the pot after you cook pasta. You never really expected to be there - but there it is. It's not bad per say but it is definitely not enjoyable. Yet, it becomes a necessary part of the pasta cooking and consuming process.

I spent too many hours in the office to day (pasta scum) but tonight I teach a bible study and tomorrow I take one of my kids for lunch and get to hang out with them (ahhh - pasta!)