Mother of Paranoid Children!

Paranoia. It drives me crazy. Assumptions? Probably as accurate as their accusations. But hey, I'm just assuming.

Sometimes we get too caught up in ourselves to really think clearly - Assuming someone's action meant something, jumping to a conclusion, making our own dreams come true. When we want our objectives to come to pass, we often find a way to make them happen, and when someone else doesn't follow our perfect plans, our feelings get hurt.

It's foolish to think that the world revolves around us. If things don't go your way, put on some big kid pants and take it. Keep your chin up and your back straight.

Feelings will follow actions. So if you act strong, you'll be strong. In fact, that's one of the most important qualities in a person. Accept the fact that another person doesn't want to ride your horse. Don't get bent out of shape; don't cry all over your social networks. MOVE FORWARD.

God, save us all.

What is happiness? Where can I find it?
Does it believe in true love? Does true love define it?
I'm thinking it does. I'm thinking that it is.
The answer and the definition mean the same thing.

So search for true love. Look high, and look higher.
When you find it, you'll become a consumed fire.
You'll burn from the inside, claiming you found it.
But the truth is, you didn't find it. It found you. Don't deny it.

It's not something physical. It's not something you see.
It's not anything you buy that makes you happy.
But it's the price that bought you. Paid the toll for your freedom.
His blood on the cross. His death is your redemption.

True love fought for you, it never gave up.
It fought to the death. And continues to love.
It's the only thing satisfying, the one thing you need.
Search the whole world, but it won't make you happy.

Love is a noun, it's the answer, it's the only thing left.
I think we've tried all the lies, and the drugs, and the sex.
It just leaves us empty. Needing love more than ever.
There's only one way, one truth, and one life. And one love that lasts forever.

Beauty and the Beast

She's trading me in for a boy that's just easy.
It'd be understandable if this beast had morals or feelings.
But she doesn't care for either, she's blind with dulled senses...
She's stealing my heart and she's being relentless.


She says that she loves me, she's holding his hand.
"We're just friends" How do you expect me to understand?
Who is she fooling? No one. Not even her friends.
Her friends that stuck close and she left them in the end.


"He is my best friend." "What am I?" "You are too..."
"Well make up your mind who you're going to choose."
The kisses with him, she swore she hasn't lied.
I think that it's time that I just said "goodbye."


I've got a few things that I'd like to tell her.
That I wish I'd never fallen so deeply in love with her.
Forever is a promise she still couldn't keep.
And she's letting me go to fall for a beast.


What does he have? What does that make me?
Does that really make me lower than a beast?
Or does it just show that her heart is a cannibal?
Feeding it's hunger by the bloody red handful...


She's calling me back. She's missing my love.
Too bad that she lied and she lost all my trust.
She left what I gave her. She threw it away.
She's in the wrong and expects me to change...


I hope that she's happy. I guess I wasn't enough.
I guess that she really just wanted some "love".
I hope that she finds it. I hope she finds it herself.
Maybe next time she gets it, she won't leave it for something else.


No time to lose. I've got to move on.
Goodbye Beauty. Good luck with the beast.

Cheetahs run fast to escape the truth

Our lives are the stage, our hearts wrote this script
I told you farewell with a hug, not a kiss


Tears came to your eyes as you whispered "Goodbye,"
"I promise to wait!" and I said "So do I."


Tears and regrets are the things I regret
I can't believe you let all those dreams leave your head


You had all my trust without having to try
But all it took to lose it was five little lies


You call him your best friend, you said you loved me
And there's this thing that society calls "cheating"



It's like a bad romance, but this one's not free
I gave you my heart and you took every piece


You left my side but never left my sight
And that was the shortest forever of my life 

Coming Home

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or does it?

We’re supposed to have faith and trust in a God we can’t see. Sometimes we can’t even feel Him, yet we’re supposed to believe. Sometimes, it feels like we displeased God and He left us out to dry and wither in misery. But fortunately, the reason we can’t feel him isn’t because He stopped loving us. I heard a story once, and here it is.

Once upon a time there was an old couple driving down the dusty country road in their rusty blue pickup truck. The wife, sitting in the passenger seat with her shoulder-length silver hair, looked over at her husband-his hands on the wheel- and said, 

“Gee, remember when we were ‘young and in love’? I miss those days. Remember when we used to stick this armrest up? And I used to sit right next to you and you’d rest your arm around my shoulders and you’d kiss me? I miss those days.”

Hearing this, the husband looked over at his wife. With a great smile on his face he said, 

“I never moved.”

Isn’t this a perfect description of the way God treats us? And also the way we treat God sometimes? When we’re stuck in a rut, we look up to the sky, recall how pleasant our life used to be, and ask “Where are you now?” or “How could a loving God treat me like this?” Ah-ah-ah… The real question is, how could you treat someone who’s done everything for you the way that you do? God is always willing to take you back, you just have to make the first move. His love can mend every part of a broken heart. His passion can fill every part of a dull life. His blessing can fall on those who follow his desires.

Psalm 139:23-24

Investigate my life, O God,

Find out everything about me;

Cross-examine and test me,

Get a clear picture of what I’m about;

See for yourself whether I’ve done anything wrong-

Then guide me on the road to eternal life.

My Favorite Word

Oh boy... Today I have the perfect subject. Are you ready for this? Ready? READY? Awkwardness.

Yes. That is my topic. It's one of my favorite words! To me, (an extremely awkward guy) the word "awkward" means a bunch of different things that vary in every situation. It can mean uncomfortable, embarrassing, weird, silence, or my personal favorite, when someone gets totally owned... (best read in a high-pitched voice) Awkward!

You've probably been in an awkward moment before. I imagine that everyone has. Soooo assuming that you (the reader) have experienced awkwardness before and understand what it's like, I want to share some of my favorite awkward moments with you...

The babysitter... and her husband

Ummmmmm.... Let's go with a really awkward one... Sooooo when I was a baby, like most of us were, I had a babysitter... And it's really super awkward when you're older and some random girl comes up to you and says "I use to babysit you when you were a baby! Oh yeah, and I changed your diapers too!" *awkward!* "It's ok. All guys look the same without any pants on!" *double awkward!*


Here's another awkward moment.. When you're sitting at a table at ihop with Andy Chrisman (my role model) and his daughter, and he says, "Here's a seat. Just scoot on in here. Real close. Closer. Cloooossser..." And the sticks his arm around you and says, "That's better. Are you comfortable?" I reply "suuuure..." and he comes back with, "Good. You better get used to it! We're a close family..." *awkward!*

Or when you're talking to someone and they keep staring at your pants, which are screaming, "Hey! I'm unzipped!"

(best read in a high voice) Awkward!

What's your awkward moment?

Rufus

Hmmmmmm what should I write about today?

I have no idea.... But onthebrightside, I might come up with something cleverly random....

So, I went to a leadership conference this past weekend with my church, and that was pretty fun. I have three words to echo to you all. Push. The. Limits.

Yes. That's right. Push the limits. Like, raising the bar. Going the extra mile. Being outrageous. Living on the edge. Oh yeah, this is what makes my life exciting. Let me tell you a story...

Once upon a time, I was at an orphanage with my youth group. We were having a good time playing apples-to-apples and foosball and stuff, and one of the kids even decided to name me "Rufus" (I'm not sure why though...) ...Anyways, in the corner of the room, there was a table of assorted food and candy. And on that table was a bag of oranges... Oranges? Really? No kid under the age of 18 is going to want an orange for a snack.

But regardless, they were on the table, and (obviously) no one was eating them. Being the macho man that I am, I eyed the bag of brightly colored oranges and asked, "How many oranges do you think I can eat?" I immediately got responses from the kids shouting "10!" or "11!" or even "5!"

I counted the number of oranges in the bag... 15?!? What had I gotten myself into? I set the timer for 1 minute, and began peeling my first orange. Oh, this is making me sick just remembering. I ate about two oranges and asked for a can of Mountain Dew... (like that would make it better?) I kept peeling and eating, peeling and eating, and occasionally chugging Mountain Dew... And then continued to shove oranges into my mouth... Thankfully they were seedless. But they were still oranges... ewww... I don't even like oranges.... 60 seconds went by and I had finished 11 oranges.

Ok, the bet was up. I had finished 11 oranges. But was that enough? Nope! I kept going. Pushing my limits... The kids were chanting "Rufus! Rufus!" So, that kinda encouraged me. It took me an extra 40 seconds to finish those last 4 oranges, but in the end, it was totally worth it. I felt soooooo sick. It was like I was pregnant... Not really, but I definitely felt like a girl... *awkward*

... I needed to puke SOOOOO bad! I was lying on the floor... About to die. Seriously, I still have no idea how 15 oranges pushed their way into my tiny stomach... Have you seen how small I am lately?!? Anyways... I ended up discovering something. Oranges make you pee like nobody's business.

Moral: If you push the limits, you end up with lots of experience and lots of stories to tell.

(Sorry I don't have any pictures... we weren't allowed to take any... although I think there's a video out there somewhere...)