Luck.
What is luck?
Luck is subject to my typos. It first appeared as kuck, then as cluck. Neither of which it is. You might call this... rather unlucky?
(tee-hee)
But that's besides the point. What is luck, really?
Luck is when fate happens to throw two things together in time, and they happen to work out PERFECTLY together. Luck is like... the "big bang". Meeting your one-and-only. Luck is pretty special.
D'you wanna know something, though?
*leans closer*
*whispers:* I don't believe in luck.
I think that the concept of luck is full of it... and I don't mean full of luck, because that would be, well, rather circular. And ergo nonsensical. Psshaw, I'm never nonsensical. I always make perfect sense.
Anyway, what the heck do I mean by "I don't believe in luck"?
It does sound rather... odd.
Well, here's a hint. I usually say this, then put a vocal semicolon after it and say, "I kinda think..." then look upwards.
Lost? Okay. Let's put this on its own little line.
I don't believe in luck; I kinda think... *looks up at heavens* ...yeah. Luck is full of it.
Get it now?
I think that the concept of "luck" and "coincidence" and "lucky coincidences" and "coincidental luck" are pretty stupid, usually. ...and are those words making anyone else's brain hurt, by now?
What I'm getting at in a very, very round-about way, is that I don't think that things happen without a purpose, which is what luck is: purposeless. It's handy, but it just sort of happened.
You see, I believe that there's somebody out there---up there---watching out for me and everyone else (whether or not they want it), and sometimes He sticks His Finger in the pot and stirs around a bit to make the mixture a leeeeetle bit sweeter to taste.
He's awesome. He makes my world a better place.
*coughs* I suppose you might say that we're pretty lucky to have him around?
But I wouldn't. I say that it's not luck at all.
More of a ... heavenly gift?
~Godspede
Thursday, June 24
Wednesday, June 23
Milestones!
.... :D
silly me.
of course now that i have began this conquest i can't possibly stay away.
and so i return.
*Sola Fide returns*
i hear it's much better than Batman Returns...
Kaff! Yes! that was besides the point entirely.
The point? you wonder. There was a point?
Why yes. of course! thank you for asking.
I would like to wish us here at "I sought the Lord" a very very HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!
Yes my dear friends.
If you would shift your nifty eyes swiftily over to the right hand side of your page, you might notice an archive in which the first one is dated June 2/2009.
And So we see a year behind us.
Thank you friends. It's been sweet - although i haven't been writing much, certainly i have done my fair share of reading and commenting to the mastermind behind this whole beautiful enterprise ... Pax Domini!! ( formerly known as Just Ask.)
Beautiful person, beautiful bloggage.
Happy Birthday :)
silly me.
of course now that i have began this conquest i can't possibly stay away.
and so i return.
*Sola Fide returns*
i hear it's much better than Batman Returns...
Kaff! Yes! that was besides the point entirely.
The point? you wonder. There was a point?
Why yes. of course! thank you for asking.
I would like to wish us here at "I sought the Lord" a very very HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!
Yes my dear friends.
If you would shift your nifty eyes swiftily over to the right hand side of your page, you might notice an archive in which the first one is dated June 2/2009.
And So we see a year behind us.
Thank you friends. It's been sweet - although i haven't been writing much, certainly i have done my fair share of reading and commenting to the mastermind behind this whole beautiful enterprise ... Pax Domini!! ( formerly known as Just Ask.)
Beautiful person, beautiful bloggage.
Happy Birthday :)
Joy Unspeakable... a prayer
I'm Back!
and yet so soon so soon i know. In a matter of minutes really, but i could not walk away without a Prayer and a wish. A tugging from my heart that i simply must share with you beautiful people.
this is what i wish. this is what i Pray for us all.
that we would be blessed with the gift of a Joy unspeakable. One may only consider this kind of joy, with Jesus as their King. Apart from that there is no hope. And so i remind us all of the hope we have, the hope you dear reader, could have should you give your life to the one who made it.
I also pray for my dear friend and fellow blogger.
If this gift has not yet been made known then in the name of Jesus i bless this over her, and ask for new life.
In Jesus' name i pray
Amen
and yet so soon so soon i know. In a matter of minutes really, but i could not walk away without a Prayer and a wish. A tugging from my heart that i simply must share with you beautiful people.
this is what i wish. this is what i Pray for us all.
that we would be blessed with the gift of a Joy unspeakable. One may only consider this kind of joy, with Jesus as their King. Apart from that there is no hope. And so i remind us all of the hope we have, the hope you dear reader, could have should you give your life to the one who made it.
I also pray for my dear friend and fellow blogger.
If this gift has not yet been made known then in the name of Jesus i bless this over her, and ask for new life.
In Jesus' name i pray
Amen
Muses: Squirrel! ... and other things.
I must make myself a mark here yet again. I seem to have been operating in a state of few and far between. few and far between indeed.
My humble and sincere apologies for my actions.
HOWEVER! with the beautiful onslaught of summertime upon us and God's gloriousness just prevailing and unraveling in front of our eyes ( well of course that happens all the time if you choose to look for Him :), but however, the glories of summer :D)
ahem... yes. Summer :).
Hmm... in the meantime friends, let me entertain you with a bit of a revelation that occured to me the other day.
Well, perhaps i should show you this clip at the start non?...:)
*update* due to potential browser malfunctions with the postage of the actual youtube clip here, i took the liberty to link it for you ... like so
Righto.
The movie UP is quite frankly one of the best Pixar - well one of the best period - movies that i've ever watched.
This of course, is one of my favourite scenes. I could thus now go on and go forth and extrapolate - but i wont. the clip speaks for its beautiful self :)
I will however, take the liberty and extrapolate on my notions.
So it was friday i believe. Just about a week ago today and i was coming home from youth group. I had to take the bus however, as i did not feel it in me to ask for a ride as most of my chums live around 15 to 25 minutes away from me or so.
In any case, the bus had dropped me off by now and i was making the remainder of my journey on foot. It was at that time in the midst of night and day during which twilight was but a half hour gone, and yet it was not yet fully night.
Almost an indigo colour which bathed the world.
It was here that i converesed with God.
Most oft God and I have conversations every day more than once just random puctuations of thankfullness and praise and need and help. And so it was on this day that i regretted not having spent quality time with him in the week prior.
As i reflected and repented of my actions, i marvelled at God's ability to always take us back and draw us in, no matter how far we go. However, our ability to always get distracted from our first love led me to think of Dog.
dear darling Dog :)
You see, just like Dog, we as human beings ( as humanity) tend to get distracted , at least i must attest that i do. I have my sights set on God. i focus on him and talk to him and spend time with him and love him... sooner or later of course, something waltzes up in my peripherals.
Be it a dashing fellow, or perhaps
a new endeavor which brings about
loss of time and takes up all my energy.
It is this, all this and more that cause me to cry "squirrel!" from the very depths of my being and i am distracted yet again from the love of my life.
The one who will always love and never judge
Me.
My Abba father and precious Jesus.
and of course, the Holy Spirit who guides me.
.... and yet, it never ceases to amaze how, i am always accepted. No matter how often it is that i cry squirrel, God is always there, beside me just waiting and nudging. Perhaps chasing the squirrel away because it is not good for me at that time, or perhaps using the squirel to remind me of him.
My God is bigger than squirels any day!
and it is to that, that i raise my toast and bid thee
Farewell dear Loves.
My humble and sincere apologies for my actions.
HOWEVER! with the beautiful onslaught of summertime upon us and God's gloriousness just prevailing and unraveling in front of our eyes ( well of course that happens all the time if you choose to look for Him :), but however, the glories of summer :D)
ahem... yes. Summer :).
Hmm... in the meantime friends, let me entertain you with a bit of a revelation that occured to me the other day.
Well, perhaps i should show you this clip at the start non?...:)
*update* due to potential browser malfunctions with the postage of the actual youtube clip here, i took the liberty to link it for you ... like so
Righto.
The movie UP is quite frankly one of the best Pixar - well one of the best period - movies that i've ever watched.
This of course, is one of my favourite scenes. I could thus now go on and go forth and extrapolate - but i wont. the clip speaks for its beautiful self :)
I will however, take the liberty and extrapolate on my notions.
So it was friday i believe. Just about a week ago today and i was coming home from youth group. I had to take the bus however, as i did not feel it in me to ask for a ride as most of my chums live around 15 to 25 minutes away from me or so.
In any case, the bus had dropped me off by now and i was making the remainder of my journey on foot. It was at that time in the midst of night and day during which twilight was but a half hour gone, and yet it was not yet fully night.
Almost an indigo colour which bathed the world.
It was here that i converesed with God.
Most oft God and I have conversations every day more than once just random puctuations of thankfullness and praise and need and help. And so it was on this day that i regretted not having spent quality time with him in the week prior.
As i reflected and repented of my actions, i marvelled at God's ability to always take us back and draw us in, no matter how far we go. However, our ability to always get distracted from our first love led me to think of Dog.
dear darling Dog :)
You see, just like Dog, we as human beings ( as humanity) tend to get distracted , at least i must attest that i do. I have my sights set on God. i focus on him and talk to him and spend time with him and love him... sooner or later of course, something waltzes up in my peripherals.
Be it a dashing fellow, or perhaps
a new endeavor which brings about
loss of time and takes up all my energy.
It is this, all this and more that cause me to cry "squirrel!" from the very depths of my being and i am distracted yet again from the love of my life.
The one who will always love and never judge
Me.
My Abba father and precious Jesus.
and of course, the Holy Spirit who guides me.
.... and yet, it never ceases to amaze how, i am always accepted. No matter how often it is that i cry squirrel, God is always there, beside me just waiting and nudging. Perhaps chasing the squirrel away because it is not good for me at that time, or perhaps using the squirel to remind me of him.
My God is bigger than squirels any day!
and it is to that, that i raise my toast and bid thee
Farewell dear Loves.
Friday, June 18
Muses: Newness, and comfort
Whoa! New layout!
But you know me: I see a new feature and I HAVE to try it. So what do you think? Like? No? Back to how it used to be??
I chose the grapes because I thought of how Jesus said "I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." (John 15:5)
And Whoa! New name! Yes, don't think you're mad. This is still "Ask, and ye shall receive...". The name is just a little more fitting now. And trust me, I spent ages finding the perfect passage as a title. And yes, this is still "Just ask". But my name's different, too. Didja notice that?
Anyway, there is a different purpose for this post than just to announce these. And it's on a bit more of a serious, albeit comforting note.
I had a minor recurrence of my old emotions. I think it's stemming from end of major culminatings + exams + the "time of month". But last night, after getting annoyed in a disagreement with my mom, I went into my room and, as I so often do when I argue with my mom, I broke down and started to cry. But this wasn't my normal type of cry, the kind that lasts about five to ten minutes. This cry lasted a full half-hour.
I was curled up on my bed, feeling as worthless as dirt, feeling as stupid as a shrew, and completely at odds with myself. My mind wandered to its old solution---the most terrifying thing one could think---and that made me cry even harder.
I wanted to go crawl into my mom's bed and snuggle into her arms, because no matter how old one gets that is still the most comforting thing you can have: someone hugging you. But I had just argued with her, so pride reared its head and kept me tethered to my bed. I wished that she could wake up or something, just hear me crying and come running to my room, and at the same time I was hoping that she didn't because I didn't want to have to give into pride in any way.
So sometimes I'd stop crying, but I'd feel the tears pressing at the back of my throat tearing to get out, and then it'd happen, and I'd be sobbing all over again. They refused to stop, no matter how hard I tried. I was no longer in control of my emotions and that terrified me even more. I have to be in control of my emotions, or I don't know what will happen.
All of a sudden, I was startled by something I heard at my window. It sounded like an animal, or an animalistic human clawing at the window, trying to get in. I lay there, heart pounding, trying to figure out what the noise was. The day had started out beautiful, but as if to mimic my mood it had steadily gotten more and more miserable as the day progressed. The sky had clouded over, and it was darker than night ever naturally was. Thinking about that and the perfect pathetic fallacy that was happening, I realized what that noise was.
Rain.
It had started to rain, gradually at first then hitting the pane harder and harder as the speed of the water became quicker and quicker. I lay there entranced for a bit by the noise, then thought about the rain for a bit.
I like the rain. I said to my dad one time that standing out in the rain feels like God is hugging me, like it's just Him and me, One-on-one, Father to daughter. It makes me feel so loved, even to hear it. And it always, always has that effect.
Slowly I realized that I had stopped crying the instant I had heard the rain. First, in fear, then next in awe. And even more slowly I realized that I no longer felt like crying, even at all. Just like always, God had reached out. I had been longing for a hug from a parent and I got one, without even thinking to ask. The rain stopped soon after and didn't pick up until well after I had fallen asleep. All in all, it had only lasted a few minutes. A bit of a random rainfall, perhaps, but I know what happened. And now you do, too.
~Godspede
But you know me: I see a new feature and I HAVE to try it. So what do you think? Like? No? Back to how it used to be??
I chose the grapes because I thought of how Jesus said "I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." (John 15:5)
And Whoa! New name! Yes, don't think you're mad. This is still "Ask, and ye shall receive...". The name is just a little more fitting now. And trust me, I spent ages finding the perfect passage as a title. And yes, this is still "Just ask". But my name's different, too. Didja notice that?
Anyway, there is a different purpose for this post than just to announce these. And it's on a bit more of a serious, albeit comforting note.
I had a minor recurrence of my old emotions. I think it's stemming from end of major culminatings + exams + the "time of month". But last night, after getting annoyed in a disagreement with my mom, I went into my room and, as I so often do when I argue with my mom, I broke down and started to cry. But this wasn't my normal type of cry, the kind that lasts about five to ten minutes. This cry lasted a full half-hour.
I was curled up on my bed, feeling as worthless as dirt, feeling as stupid as a shrew, and completely at odds with myself. My mind wandered to its old solution---the most terrifying thing one could think---and that made me cry even harder.
I wanted to go crawl into my mom's bed and snuggle into her arms, because no matter how old one gets that is still the most comforting thing you can have: someone hugging you. But I had just argued with her, so pride reared its head and kept me tethered to my bed. I wished that she could wake up or something, just hear me crying and come running to my room, and at the same time I was hoping that she didn't because I didn't want to have to give into pride in any way.
So sometimes I'd stop crying, but I'd feel the tears pressing at the back of my throat tearing to get out, and then it'd happen, and I'd be sobbing all over again. They refused to stop, no matter how hard I tried. I was no longer in control of my emotions and that terrified me even more. I have to be in control of my emotions, or I don't know what will happen.
All of a sudden, I was startled by something I heard at my window. It sounded like an animal, or an animalistic human clawing at the window, trying to get in. I lay there, heart pounding, trying to figure out what the noise was. The day had started out beautiful, but as if to mimic my mood it had steadily gotten more and more miserable as the day progressed. The sky had clouded over, and it was darker than night ever naturally was. Thinking about that and the perfect pathetic fallacy that was happening, I realized what that noise was.
Rain.
It had started to rain, gradually at first then hitting the pane harder and harder as the speed of the water became quicker and quicker. I lay there entranced for a bit by the noise, then thought about the rain for a bit.
I like the rain. I said to my dad one time that standing out in the rain feels like God is hugging me, like it's just Him and me, One-on-one, Father to daughter. It makes me feel so loved, even to hear it. And it always, always has that effect.
Slowly I realized that I had stopped crying the instant I had heard the rain. First, in fear, then next in awe. And even more slowly I realized that I no longer felt like crying, even at all. Just like always, God had reached out. I had been longing for a hug from a parent and I got one, without even thinking to ask. The rain stopped soon after and didn't pick up until well after I had fallen asleep. All in all, it had only lasted a few minutes. A bit of a random rainfall, perhaps, but I know what happened. And now you do, too.
~Godspede
Tuesday, June 8
A Comic for today.
So, I have a comic I want to post. It's religious, and it's funny, but it also has a swear---the b**** word. So I'm giving the warning, which feels ridiculous in this day and age. It's from the website Least I Could Do, which is a webcomic, but DO NOT READ IT unless you are comfortable with dirty (sexual) humour. This is what the comic is largely based around. It is very funny and I love it, but be warned.
The actual URL of the homepage: http://leasticoulddo.com/
Unfortunately, I don't have the actual link to the comic... sorry. I saved it on my computer a while ago, and whereas I usually save the file as the date of the comic, I saved this one as ROCK ON!
So... yeah. I don't have it.
*ahem* yeah, so I lied. I just found the link... the comic has the date at the bottom. Here it is:
http://leasticoulddo.com/comic/20080830
And here is the strip. Yes, I was stalling and filling space so your eye wasn't drawn to it without reading my warning first. Very good. *applauds* By the way, I had to cut in half so you could read the whole thing. it's usually one straight line.
Rock on.
~Godspede
The actual URL of the homepage: http://leasticoulddo.com/
Unfortunately, I don't have the actual link to the comic... sorry. I saved it on my computer a while ago, and whereas I usually save the file as the date of the comic, I saved this one as ROCK ON!
So... yeah. I don't have it.
*ahem* yeah, so I lied. I just found the link... the comic has the date at the bottom. Here it is:
http://leasticoulddo.com/comic/20080830
And here is the strip. Yes, I was stalling and filling space so your eye wasn't drawn to it without reading my warning first. Very good. *applauds* By the way, I had to cut in half so you could read the whole thing. it's usually one straight line.
Rock on.
~Godspede
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