All this flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through;
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, reassurance, pleasure, are goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin;
I talk of love- a scholar's parrot may talk Greek-
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
-C.S. Lewis
"I think Jesus feels strongly about communicating the idea of our brokenness, and I think it is worth reflection" -Donald Miller
Lately I have been thinking a lot about how broken I am (Or more aware to the monster living inside) and how good God is. Society is so selfish and I am no exception. I often push God away, much to my own detriment. It is usually to the point where I am close to running away that I remember to let God comfort me. Usually I find it easier to do things myself, maybe this is due to supporting myself for so long. This personality trait usually does not work so well with God.
Sometimes I forget that everything is not about what I want, need and demand. This usually manifests itself into thinking I am always right (I am also very stubborn), when sometimes I am very far off. This past week I have felt very comforted by God, making is much easier to abide in Him. It is very nice to feel God's comfort after a long time of running away.
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Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.
For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.
If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer."
-2 Corinthians 1:3-6
So Thursday I attended an Office premier party. I brought a bag full of Dr. Pepper and Vanilla Coke for said party. I left it in my car because it had been decent temperatures all week. Only Thursday was like 100 and about 5 of the sodas exploded all over my car. I came out from work and saw what looked like water spots at first glance on the driver side window. Then I looked closer and realized it was much more. I opened the door to find a soda can had shot across the car and everything was covered in dried sticky soda. My dash board, my windows, my shifter, doors, my carpets, the roof, center consul, stereo, and the front two seats were drenched. Thankfully at least the back was only lightly covered. It took Dave and I an hour with wet towels to clean the mess off before I could even drive away. I still need to go over and detail the interior because it is still mildly sticky. This would happen to me!
Last night I had a dream that I was unhappy with on of the pictures up on my wall for some reason. In the dream I don't remember a specific picture or location. When I woke up the framed picture that is to the left of my bed was carefully placed on the floor next to my purse! I have no remembrance of waking up to do this. Also, to get the picture I would of needed to get out of bed and either kneel or stand to get it down.
**UPDATE** Mr. Long passed away today around 12pm. Pray for his family.
Today Dave and I decided to try the Pita Pit for lunch. I was interested even though my friend Jason speaks so passionately about how he hates it. When we went in it was practically empty so the employee's were extra eager to serve us, making it slightly awkward. I ordered a breakfast pita even though it was 12. It came with eggs, bacon, hash browns, green peppers, onions and cheese (at least that is what the menu claimed). Apparently the lady asked if I wanted mushrooms but I did not understand what she was asking so just said yes. When they put the food into the pita I saw a mushroom and made a funny face...this is when it got awkward. She saw my funny face and the conversation went as such:
