He's back

...at least for a while. I thought I do a bit of blogging.

A few happenings lately:

I went to Aaron and Jessica's wedding on May 22nd. When I was there, I took a picture of their wedding cake.


I also blew bubbles at Aaron and Jessica as they left! Then I pelted Aaron with snowballs with some fellow pranksters! Good times.


I was a groomsman at Aaron and Jessica's wedding, which was cool. They gave us groomsmen presents. Which was also cool. I got a mug, a pen, a "Swiss Tech", and an iTunes gift card. I'm available if anyone would like me to be a groomsman for their wedding. Just let me know!

With my gift card, I got The Lord of the Rings - Original Cast Recording...a musical by A. R. Rahman (more on that later). And I spent the rest on Dreams of Departures by Joshua Messick. I've been enjoying both productions.

Two days after the wedding I turned 20, believe it or not. I went one last time at Badger Pass and had a Reuben for dinner. Among other gifts I received, Jesse got me the book you see below. It's one I've been wanting for a while...Morimoto: The New Art of Japanese Cooking. I've pretty much only flipped through it, but it looks very goood. Chloe got me Rocky Road and Caramel Cone Haagen Dazs. I finished the Rocky Road, and will soon dig into the next. Don't worry too much about me. When I eat ice-cream, a have it in small quantities.


I'm continuing work on my video project. It will be released sometime in June hopefully. I'm buttoning up the edit, making transitions between the parts, and getting ready for the music to be composed for it. There will likely be more on it later if some of you don't know what I'm talking about.

All for now...

And Happy Father's Day!

Well I haven't posted since Mother's Day and it's already Father's Day! We'll be spending the day with my Grandpa (my dad's dad). I am truly blessed to have him as my Grandpa and he (and his dad) have given me a rich, rich heritage. Though he has gone through a lot, including losing his wife when my dad was young, he has never forsaken his family or the Lord, on whom he continues to lay his faith and trust to this day. My Grandpa is a very generous man and he has a big heart for missions. He is a great example and I think he has passed on some of his vision to me. God bless you Grandpa!

I believe when they put her in the ground
I think they buried part of me
Because I've been searching, I've been looking all around
But I cannot find the heart of me, the heart of me

So I'll put my fingers in this soil upon her grave
And I will plant for her a garden
And every flower, a reminder of her face
Will grow up graceful as a pardon

And all that grows is her story told
As life unfolds here before us
The peace I've found in this broken ground
I can see her in the harvest...of all that I have sown

Long before I was covered up in gray
Before the old had bent my bones
We grew our children in the red Georgia clay
They were our garden and our home

And all that grows is our story told
As life unfolds here before us
The peace we found in that broken ground
I can see them in the harvest...of all that I have sown

And when my life is done
I pray the kingdom come
And take me to Glory
It's living inside me
It was planted like a seed
All to tell a story

I believe when they put me in the ground
There will remain a part of me
Because I've been searching, and the joy that I have found
Is living in my family...it's all that I have sown

All That I Have Sown - Bebo

Happy Mothers Day!

Dedication:
To my Mom, who never forsook me and was always there for me.

Although I had already been alive for almost nine months, I didn’t know there was more to life than doing what I was doing, or wasn’t doing. I was perfectly content there, getting fed somehow, and not having to worry about when or what to eat. I also didn’t have to worry about clothes; their look, their size, or even the absence of them! I was stress-free, although I did notice things were getting increasingly crowded day by day…nothing to worry about now though. I was warm and relaxed, and undisturbed most of the time.
But sometimes I had suspicions. I had suspicions that everything does not and can not revolve around me. This would not have occurred to me, if it weren’t for the faint voices pulsating around me. I realized that there was a bigger picture, and if I wanted to see it, I would somehow need to “burst the bubble”, as it were, that I was in. I was comfortable, but I was restless and bored. I was warm, but I was helpless and lonely. I was in bondage and would somehow need to be set free. But before long, one, nonnegotiable truth became sure to me; that I had no strength on my own to accomplish this task, none at all.

Then one day, as I was swimming in my uncertainties, I felt a squeeze. It hurt, but I shrugged it off. Until another one came, and another, greater every time. Now they were coming at increasingly smaller intervals, pressing me, each time, against the walls of my preset standards. They forced me to submit to a larger veracity. I was then pressed into and immensely tight situation. Which hurt greatly, and I thank God I don’t remember it.

Then suddenly, as I was about to give up, something seemed to snap. I was liberated. I saw. I opened my mouth in astonished wonder, when unexpectedly, a gust of unrestrained nitrogen and oxygen poured into my tiny lungs. I felt like choking on this foreign substance, but when I tried to, another blast came gushing in. It seemed to permeate me, circulating deeper into me. I was enthralled by this and almost didn’t realize the reality of what now had to happen.

Before I could protest I was brought underneath a flowing mass of transparent matter. This was similar to what I had been used to, except that it refreshed itself constantly, it was alive. It felt so good to be underneath this flood when suddenly I was disturbed once again. I was flipped, squeezed, jolted, and jostled until every bit of me was as pure and clean as the water that washed me.

Then I heard. I heard a voice I recognized. It was clearer now than ever before. I wept as I fell into her arms. I cried because I couldn’t survive by myself.