Love to worship more than you

love to perform

Love Jesus more than you

love to worship

the first was obvious for a long time

the second came tonight

Reflections

So I'm becoming a fan of reflections

It makes clarity from nonsense

in all too many ways

¡A Brilliant Weekend!

This weekend was a really cool time at a leadership retreat with Mosaic. It reminded me of a condensed Basileia with a Servant Team of 25 people. It was good and warm and I enjoyed it all in all. Finally got to sit down with no responsibilities and play guitar in the sun by the side of the lake for two hours. I've been wanting to do that since January. So Great!

I think this last one may be a volcano erupting over the horizon.

The Dancing Shoe

One big left orange foot, great for dancing I reckon.

Mein Auto

So I've been working on this car project for my Industrial Design class.

Class is over but I wanted it to look good for my portfolio.

So first I draw a beautiful Red Car with markers and time.

That takes about Forever.

Then I want to add a reflection, like in a 3D rendering program.

That's a lot easier on a computer.

So I draw a reflection on page 2 and glue it under page 1...

That has probably never been done before but I really want a reflection.

So for spray mounting I go to a "well ventilated area"

also called the basement.

It has one door to the other part of the basement,

which has a door to the upstairs,

which has two doors and two windows.

That means I'm well ventilated.

Below is the reflection,

the car,

and a practice of the car...

So yeah here is the reflection.

I put white paint over the marker so it would fade as it went South

Here is the final.

I wanted a picture in case I ruined it in the process.

Then we arrive at the final final.

Car is glued over reflection.

I still need to cut off an inch or two around the sides.

But overall, quite satisfied with project.

Always try out your ridiculous never been done sort of ideas.

You'll never have more fun.

Do it, Get Stressed...

Business and stress are interesting tools God has. On the one hand it makes you feel too busy and crazy to do anything for God, or even just spend time with him at all. It's like all the craziness should push you over the edge into failing at all the things that are really important leaving you to only fiddle around with schoolwork or whatever it may be. I'm finding this is not at all the case.

It's easy to lie to yourself about what's going on. Maybe not even lying, just that you have more self control when you're rested and on top of things so you sometimes don't even realize what your problems are because you keep them in control (and you should). The cool thing about stress is that all these things start to bubble to the surface. Maybe it gets to a point where others see the issues or maybe not, but the key is that you can then see them. As soon as you realize what's going on you can deal with the problems and grow.

That's what Argentina was like for me, the best time but the hardest time, and the time with the most growth. So many things from culture to schedules left me out of my element and uncomfortable. That's when I began to clearly see where I needed to be transformed and God began to do it.

That said, if my comments are correct, then by the end of this quarter I should have dealt with every problem possibly buried in my soul. Great when I get there, but I long road going. If you're stressed be encouraged.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

–Rudyard Kipling