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| i try not to work on saturdays, but they needed the help today so i went in. i saw the batman show with a friend at the midnight show last night, so i slept in a bit. other than that it was just a normal day. after work i skated (i'm way low on miles this week). somehow i felt like i could have gone forever! my legs just had this skate groove going. then afterward, and even now, i've had this sense of anticipation - as if something really good is about to happen any moment. i have no idea what. or why i should feel that way. but i like it! | | |
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| ran into a guy today who i knew from 5 or 8 years ago. back then he was wound up tight like a spring and mad at the world. now he's serving god and full of peace, joy, and love. cool how god works!
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| i tried, in vain, to get my skating miles in between thunder thunderstorms today. on the second half of the first lap the fat spring raindrops started hitting. i ducked under a tree, feeling relatively safe with my skate wheels insulating me from the ground. then lightning struck close enough there wasn't a gap between the flash and the boom - so i decided to start moving again. the rain had stopped again before i finished my first lap though, so i turned to start a second.
less than a mile into it though, the wind took quite a turn. it had been warm and relatively slow from the south-southwest. suddenly it was really strong - i'd guess 20+ mph - from the north, and quite a bit colder. the rain i could handle, but i've had about enough wind for one springtime, so i headed to the trucklette.
while taking off my skates there was a really fascinating interplay between the clouds. the fat rainy cumulonimbus clouds were heading lazily north-east. at the same time, wispy clouds blowing in the north wind were moving essentially the opposite direction, and much faster. you'd have a picture but i left my camera home on the charger. trust me, it was beautiful! god is such an artist!
i was just thinking yesterday about how it's hard to make something beautiful, easy to make something ugly; hard to build something useful, easy to tear something down; hard to do something original, easy to copy from someone else. maybe that explains why god is the ULTIMATE GOOD and satan is a wienie.
so now i'm home and just finished making peanut sauce to go on the stir fried broccoli and rice i'll make next. blessings on your evening - i'm expecting a good one myself!
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| i came to jesus when i was 23, quite humbled by my circumstances. i'd been a lot of things, among them a rock musician. local club gigs mostly, but i was quite into music. it was so much a part of my identity that i felt i had to lay it down for a while after i'd served god for several years. also, after i was married, it was a source of conflict between laurie and me.
i did start playing again after a while though. it was hard not to. when a church needed a guitar or bass player, how could i say no? playing music is something i love, and playing in a worship setting combines two of my loves.
i go through phases where bass (my first really strong instrument) or guitar (sometimes electric, sometimes acoustic) or sometimes some other instrument gets all my musical attention. if i didn't have to work i think i'd play three to five hours a day. as it is i still get in one, sometimes two.
music takes up a lot of my mind-space too. sometimes i'll get hooked on someone else's song of course, but more often it's a melody or rhythm or musical fabric that i start thinking about and can't quite let go.
yesterday, that happened in a unique way. i was thinking of playing acoustic guitar. in my mind, i was playing with other people. we were worshiping with music, but i don't think there were any words being sung at the moment. we were playing a simple chord progression. i was playing pentatonic riffs, nothing extraordinary, but somehow the melody was just flowing out of my fingertips. i was just thinking about it. i could hear the notes clearly in my mind. it wasn't a dream or a vision. i was sitting at my desk in front of the computer, very aware of my surrounding.
but the music was so intense. the types of riffs i was playing were exactly the kind of thing i might play while noodling around on guitar. but i really don't even have words to say how strongly i was feeling what i was playing - again, just in my thoughts, i didn't have a guitar in my hands. but there was a total ecstasy, a physical/spiritual/emotional release and fulfillment. i simply can't describe it.
i can be a fairly emotional guy, and a lot of times i "feel" music really strongly, but this was something new.
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