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Birthday: 10/29/1978
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Interests: singing, dancing, playing guitar, acting, modeling
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Occupation: Education/training
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| coming to Atlanta soon. . .email me for my phone number (or comment) if you wanna chill. . . | | |
| Well, I've just embarked on my last year of my 20s. 29. Life is full of circles and it seems that I'm somewhat similar to where I was about 12 years ago. (Does that support the Chinese 12 year zodiac system or not?) Anyway, I'm back in retail working my way through the weeks making drinks, cleaning, et. al. I'm also working at a Southern Baptist church-- the same church I left a decade ago. What's next? I used to try and plan out the future. I knew I'd be married by 29 and starting a family. Obviously, that hasn't happened. I thought I'd be a doctor by now too. We'll just see where life takes me and hopefully, I'll meet someone along the way that doesn't mind that I didn't follow the traditional path most "educated" people take. :) | | |
| I'm so type z personality these days. I rarely keep in touch with old friends. . . or update xanga or take pictures or upload etc. . . I didn't even really get excited about Arnold Schwarzeneggar telling me he wanted a decaf double espresso machiatto. (He's shorter than me and quite less than impressive. . . compared to the big screen).
It took 3 weeks to finish John 1 in a manuscript bible study I led with my college kids. They seemed interested; but definitely more interested in the opposite sex in general.
I'm avoiding seminary again. Still not convinced it's necessary.
I'm avoiding all educational endeavors because I can't decide. . . terrified of deciding; but hating myself because I can't.
I've become a recluse. . .
People at work and church were/are surprised that I used to be outgoing and not timid. . . I think I broke something and I need to take it in for repairs. . . I think it's my self-esteem/confidence. How does that work with the whole God allowing you to be stripped to nothing to rebuild you. Is it supposed to be like this? I can't believe I went to a top 20 school. Or that I was a "who's who among colleges and univeristies". . . what happened to. . . me? Or did I place all of my importance in temporal, things? I am a "voice'. . . a part of a city of voices. My identity is in that I want desperately to fulfill that and be more than satisfied with my life as a result. I'm not satisfied yet. I'm content, but not satisfied.
This is definitely a different season.
Oh, and I failed my Starbucks bar exam (we really have these!) They even take the temperature and weigh our drinks to see if they are to "standard". Definitely not a lot of room for "creativity" unless it comes from a conversation and request from a customer to vary from the standard. Being held accountable is something I've always rejected-- people looking over my shoulder. I'm working through it and taking criticism as it should be taken. I'm also trying not to get too nervous from the critical eyes around me. Again, where is my confidence from?
I have Jesus. That's all I need to feed my soul and spirit. Then, I can be me again. Today, was better. The fact that I'm writing is usually a sign that I'm better. Yes, it's that damned chronic depression that I wish would go away. But, I've managed to stay on top of it and keep it from keeping me down. It's a struggle every day-- these days especially.
This book (featured) and all of his others are a light in the midst of darkness to me.
Also reading "Healing the Wounded Spirit" by John and Paula Sandford.
Also reading "Visioneering" by Andy Stanley
Also reading "Breakout Churches" by Thom S. Rainer
Also reading "This Year I Will. . ." by M.J. Ryan
Also reading "The Pursuit of God" by A.W. Tozer
Other unfinished books will remain unfinished for now.
Listening and singing to Starfield, Todd Fields, David Crowder Band, and Chris Tomlin
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| My bike was stolen. But an old tenant left their bike and because I have a year membership to the local bicycle co-op (Sacramento Bike Kitchen), I was able to tune it up pretty well with the help of a volunteer at the co-op. Sacramento is beautiful. However, I miss having people my own age around. I miss my family too. I miss having a companion too. My roomates are quite interesting. One's a raw foodist/nudist. Another is a 47 year old closet alcoholic. Another is studying car aesthetics and is an ex-white power dude from when he thought it was cool in his teenage years (now, he's 22). A lady that lives upstairs is the director for a battered women's program at the local homeless shelter and the other girl who lives upstairs is a law student. By far, a group of people with the least amount in common that I've ever lived with. However, I find that diversity appealing-- even the fact that me coming from a proactive racial reconciliation activist past can sit at a table and talk to someone who admits racism towards other people in the neighborhood-- specifically the drug dealers and crack heads next door. Yes, I live in a truly urban neighborhood and it's good. I still work part of the time in suburbia-- but it's much easier to ride my bike around and live simply when I see homeless everyday. However, when I go to church and see the life service intern driving a cobra; I still get sucked into the "wanting". The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want . . .
ATL peeps-- I miss y'all so much. | | |
| some really bad news. . .
ok, I'm being overdramatic-- but I found out that I can take home all the food I can handle from the *bucks fresh food sections that they were gonna throw out tonight-- it's great cuz I got to bring home salads and sandwiches, but horrible because I also got to bring home all the pastries I want. . . and my roommates are raw food only eaters-- so they won't help me with the pastries. . . I thought for sure there would be a couple of homeless people I could pawn the pastries off to and a couple of salads on the way home-- but I saw none tonight, which is unusual. I hope I can be a good citizen and give this food that would otherwise be trashed to some homeless people, but I'm not sure I'll have the discipline to go up to work every night and get the food and then try to track down some homeless people to give it to. I've been convicted lately that I should do more stuff like this not to share the gospel as much as just a simple call to feed the poor and needy because it's something I should want to do without any strings attached. If I am who I say I am-- these good works should be an extension of my faith-- not merely a means to share it.
This is something I want to instill in my college kids, but I don't know if they're down with feeding the homeless on a regular basis. Even the college intern is scared to walk around my house downtown late at night. I believe that the churches that are going to have any relevance in the next 20 years are going to have to be the ones that promote social welfare in a non-condescending "Bless you brother. . . I'll pray for you" way. (Translated "You're so far away from where I am that I can call you brother to try to make you feel close to me even though I couldn't feel farther removed from you. I know you must have a pitiful life, so I'll pray that God will help you become more like me.") I had two co-workers share with me that they used to give this aid group the extra food at closing each night until the aid group who was religious in nature started leaving flyers saying things like, "Are you gay? God can save you. Are you a prostitute? God can save you" and used to come in and tell the employees that they would "pray for them"... without having any sort of real relationship with them. The employees said that although they weren't against being prayed for, it just felt very condescending and patronizing. After that, and after making their gay employees feel ostracized, they pulled their donations to all religious groups. How unfortunate. . . Now, the only groups that the company will support are non-religious groups. When will we Christians learn how to love and accept and let God do any changing that needs to be done in people's lives? It's not as much a message of tolerance of sin I'm proposing, but an unconditional love that God offers.
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