Organized Chaos

I have been an organizational fool the past couple of weeks. I like to be organized in my own life but when your job is to come in and organize someone elses it can tend to be frustrating. Frustrating within, not with them of course. I guess that I tend to be organized because all while growing up my life was in complete chaos. I had no goals or any desire to prepare for the future. My Mom calls me her "free spirit" if that gives you ant clue to my childhood. Now, after surviving those brutal years I tend to over prepare sometimes. I love spontaneity and would never sacrifice that for an organized plan. But I do like to at least have a prepared option. Anyway, boring post I know, but I am committed to posting at least once a month. Maybe when I get more time I'll shoot for twice a month. Yippee!!

Sorry About The Mini Sermon

Ok, so it seems that God is overwhelmingly dealing with me on some issues that I may need to address within myself. Not sure about others but this seems to happen on a regular basis and if it doesn't I begin to ask myself if my pursuit is even advancing. Anyway, it seems that I often try to put God into some kind of form. For example, something is done and the presence of God shows up and the tendency is to think, well God showed up last time we did a, b and c so that must be the formula to His presence. I would just like to say that I believe that when we put God into a form we are totally missing out on the very thing that God wants to accomplish, that being freedom. Most of us, if we were really honest with ourselves, would recognize that we have done this in some way. Through a worship service, a message, or a word. The problem with putting God into a form is that we begin to rely on the form instead of God. Basically it's a form of idolatry that begins to take root in our lives and we go living our walk from one form to the next. Then when we get around to realizing that God is not there we search the Christian realm to find where God is at next. I'll frankly say that usually by the time we find it, God has already left that thing, because it was made another form and we are getting and experiencing only remnants of His presence, which we associate with His actual presence. Make sense? If not I understand because I tend to get long winded and I don't feel like retyping. Let me just say this. One of the greatest acts of spiritual warfare is to wait on God. The enemy would so rather have us trying to keep busy on finding the next form, or giving our lives to a form than to actually wait on God and move as He moves, not moving where He's been. Waiting can be just as powerful as just being. Being who you are instead of dressing yourself up like your brother to receive a blessing. There is no fooling God, so those who are afraid to be themselves aren't looking for Gods blessing they're looking for mans. But hey we all go through this stuff right. It's all part of "the journey". So why is it that no one wants to hear it until it comes from a valid and comfortable source. I guess that goes into another subject which would be an issue of rank. This blog is already to long so I will tackle that another day. Point you ask? If you do have a form or formula in which you think God responds, chances are, your relying on the form more than you are on the Holy Spirit to lead us into the presence of the Father. God wants nothing more than for us to finally surrender all of the bull and simplify our walk with Him. We just gotta be willing to let it go.

Yes, I am Excited About The Colts

I am not ashamed to say that I enjoy watching the Colts. Just wanted to let Ya'll know. Kickoff is on the way. Gotta run.

Fwa-bapp!?#!

Not sure why but I have always stayed up really late. It's quarter till' three in the mornin' and I am just starting to get tired. I woke this mornin' at nine or so. Once I got home today I felt that I could nap but I pushed through thinking I would get to bed at a decent time. Yeah Right! Right now I am so exhausted I can't think straight. All this to say that I know I need to get up early tomorrow and that I will go to bed late and so on and so on. Pretty soon something will have to give and I will catch a good ten hour sleep night. I remember when I was a kid and I would stay the night at my friends house and we would stay up all night. We would have a couple of friends stay over and the first one asleep either got his legs shaved, drenched with garlic pills (they'd smell for a few days after, even with showers) or shaving cream in the hand. We'd feather they're nose to make it itch and wham! They'd wake up to the flavor of Barbasol. We were bad kids. Well not really bad, just creative and bored. There's an oxymoron for ya'. G'night all.