I'm at work, and I was taking a break while eating ice cream.
I was reading this strip from The Norm today.
Here are my thoughts that follow as I read each frame:
Good Day: On a good day, I work like a maniac. I get so much work done. And at the end of the day, I don't even want to go home!
Bad Day: There are some days where I don't want to do anything. I come to work, and I post to the bbs, I read the news, I browse through online stores.
Daily Journal: oops! my bad.
December 12, 2001
December 11, 2001
God is a very good God. I love Him deeply; I need Him desperately. There are two phrases I haven't really uttered from the depths of my soul lately. Even though the circus seems to be in full swing in my life right now, there is no place I'd rather be than hidden in Christ.
Today was a good day, a very good day.
I may not be necessarily emotionally happy, but there is the joy of walking with Christ. He is the God who sees. He is the God who has removed my transgressions as far as the east is from the west. He is the God of All comfort. He is the God who saved me from the miry pit. He is the God who gave up His Son so that I could live. Me!? He is the God who makes the lame walk again. He restores broken relationships. He heals wounds.
I'm content.
Today was a good day, a very good day.
I may not be necessarily emotionally happy, but there is the joy of walking with Christ. He is the God who sees. He is the God who has removed my transgressions as far as the east is from the west. He is the God of All comfort. He is the God who saved me from the miry pit. He is the God who gave up His Son so that I could live. Me!? He is the God who makes the lame walk again. He restores broken relationships. He heals wounds.
I'm content.
It seems like today was a tough day for many people.
Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Quiet.
Where did you go?
Why is it so quiet?
No more giggling, no humming.
Humming rumble of a garbage truck.
That's all I'm left with.
A garbage truck.
Pink, green, white.
Images flash across my mind.
Memories.
Giggling, humming, laughing.
Sammy Jenkins.
Are memories real?
Will they fade?
Do memories have sounds?
Quiet.
Walking down the street.
Like a scene from Ally McBeal.
Music's playing in my head.
Every song comes to an end.
And it's quiet again.
A sniffle, a cry.
A room filled with flowers.
An awkward giggle as we sing
A song to remember a friend.
This song comes to an end.
Quiet.
Was it quiet that morning?
Or could you hear the bustle of life?
Sarah and Vinnie?
The Backstreet Boys singing about Drowning.
Were you singing?
Were you humming?
And then...
Quiet.
The Lord my God is in my midst,
A victorious warrior.
He wiill exult over me with joy.
He will quiet
me with His love.
Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Quiet.
Where did you go?
Why is it so quiet?
No more giggling, no humming.
Humming rumble of a garbage truck.
That's all I'm left with.
A garbage truck.
Pink, green, white.
Images flash across my mind.
Memories.
Giggling, humming, laughing.
Sammy Jenkins.
Are memories real?
Will they fade?
Do memories have sounds?
Quiet.
Walking down the street.
Like a scene from Ally McBeal.
Music's playing in my head.
Every song comes to an end.
And it's quiet again.
A sniffle, a cry.
A room filled with flowers.
An awkward giggle as we sing
A song to remember a friend.
This song comes to an end.
Quiet.
Was it quiet that morning?
Or could you hear the bustle of life?
Sarah and Vinnie?
The Backstreet Boys singing about Drowning.
Were you singing?
Were you humming?
And then...
Quiet.
The Lord my God is in my midst,
A victorious warrior.
He wiill exult over me with joy.
He will quiet
me with His love.