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Monday, July 26, 2010

Finding My Online Self

I've been messin' around with some new templates and fonts and other pretty stuff. So, my color scheme may go from brown and gold to pink and blue to orange and white to who-knows-what. Bear with me as I discover who my blogging personality truly is! It will come to me...

Saturday, July 17, 2010

We Do These Things

An average afternoon, pre-Fourth-of-July, and my mother and I were power-walking through Wal-Mart, searching for blue cups to match the color scheme of the weekend. (Not to be found, by the way. What's up with that?) In the midst of calculating the advantages and disadvantages of buying Tropicana lemonade over Great Value lemonade, and the cooing over the patriotic star-shaped ice cube trays, we stopped in the drink aisle. The one with racks of soda towering over you on one side and water bottles piled up on the other.

All I wanted was cream soda. All I wanted. However, wouldn't ya know, the only rack going empty in the entire aisle was that one. A single bottle lay at the very back, just out of reach. Nevertheless, I was undaunted. I wanted that cream soda. No other would do. I stretched and stretched, up on tip-toes. My fingers brushed the cap, and in that moment of frustration, I said...

"Come on, little buddy, come to me..."

...yeah.

It was at this time that I realized something I'd completely forgotten in my quest for cream soda: other people go to the drink aisle, too. A man stood with his cart full of cat food and an amused expression directly behind me. At that moment, I abandoned my mission quickly and gladly, not wanting to know who else, exactly, had witnessed this. I grabbed some Pepsi and beat it - back to my mom, and far, far away from the man and his cat food.

Fortuanately, I have a mother who laughs. With me, not at me.

Doesn't everyone do stuff like this? Even if you have no one to chuckle with in the moment of flushing, it sure makes a good story for those around you.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Melodious Sonnet

Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise his name – I’m fixed upon it
Name of God’s redeeming LOVE.

Hither to, thy love has blessed me
Thou hast brought me to this place
And I know thy hand will bring me
Safely home by thy good grace
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger
Bought me with his precious blood.

O, to grace, how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be. Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love! Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.

~John Wyeth