Yesterday (Saturday) we celebrated Jenny’s birthday up in Omaha. We all had dinner and then went to her house for homemade ice cream (yum), played Catch Phrase, and watched “Emperor’s New Groove.” It was fun.
Nkem made us dinner tonight. Emmy Lou and her brother Eric were here as well. Good old stir fry. Mmm. Then we watched Dumb & Dumber. It was the first time I’d seen the whole movie straight through. It’s got some good one-liners and some of the acting is pretty funny. I’ve never quite been attracted to the “they’re complete morons, so this is really funny” type of story, but this one definitely had some good elements.
And with that, I leave you.
“I just thought he was really quiet.”
Chase is back in town. I got a chance to talk to him today about some of the things he learned during his five weeks in Malaysia. He provided insite into some of the circumstances of my life and was able to give me advice. Our conversation is best summarized as a large, 200 foot wide billboard with a huge arrow pointing toward the word “GOD.”
The element of “waiting” is hard to grasp sometimes, but to some small extent I can see God reforming my concept of it through the way things occur in my life. “God, here’s something I really, _really,_ want right now. Hook me up, dude.” His response, “I’ve got something better for you. A reality better than anything you can imagine with your finite understanding of what I’ve prepared. I love you and won’t allow you to do this now for your own sake.”
Romans 5:3-5 – “More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.”
So I’ve written a lot of bitter poems in the last two years. I keep finding a constant theme embedded in many of them. Usually it shows up right at the end when I’m the most frustrated: Hope.
No matter how frustrated I am, no matter how bitter I am or how often I’m shouting, “Call me Mara, for I am bitter,” there’s still hope. Hope in God. Hope in Him who gives all hope. Without that hope, there’d be nothing. I’d have nothing to grasp onto in those desperate moments where all else fails to comfort. Where did David turn in moments of anguish? Heavy liquor and a twelve gauge? No, dude! He turned to God. In his moments of anger, he turned to God. In joy, he recognized God. In all things…
Not The Man
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
Note: I was digging through my poetry today and found this one. It’s short, it rhymes, and I enjoy it.
I am not the man you need,
I am not the man you see.
I am no longer here,
I am burried somewhere near.