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Well, it's been a while. I've gotten caught up in the micro-blogging trend, and my more thought-out writing has suffered because I can't fit a lot of what I want to say in 140 characters. The 140 characters thing is a challenge, and I like it because it keeps us from getting too long-winded. It's an equalizer of sorts, because nobody can say anymore than anyone else. But at the same time, anyone can say more than anyone else, because it's all about how you choose to use your 140 characters.
Anyways, I hope this type of blogging doesn't fade away like all else does. We still need to be more thought out than 140 characters will allow. While the idea of micro-blogging is really great, it has the potential to bring us into a reductionist era, where nothing matters if it isn't shortened to match our shrinking attention spans. I wonder what some of the greatest literary works would be if they had to be micro-blogged? And if they did, would they get the point across through their 140 characters? Most likely not, because there is so much here that can't be summed up in words.
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I got lost in the woods for three hours a couple of days ago. Strange thing is, I just got off the path a little bit, and then I couldn't find my way back. I kept going in circles, walking by the same waterfall multiple times. I finally found my way to the bottom of the mountain, and by the grace and kindness of a total stranger willing to give me a ride back up, I got back to where I needed to be. I asked her, "Are you sure?" She told me, "It's too much for you to walk back up alone. I can take you." I'm sure there's some truth about God in there.
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Some things I am learning lately:
Whenever I judge somebody, within five minutes I find myself doing that same exact thing I was judging the person for. It may look different or not different at all, but it the same. I find that I have more similarities than differences with the people I judge the most.
God is the source of all provision. God is in all. God is all.
For a long time I thought this grief journey was going somewhere, like a street winding up to the top of a mountain. I felt momentum with each day, but gradually I started waking up each morning wondering why I still had moments of anger, jealousy, deep sadness, etc. I see now that I have a lot in common with a friend of mine who has one hand. The grief will always be there, and it will make certain things harder, but I need to accept that I am never getting that part of me back.
Laughing matters. A lot.
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P.S. - I am getting married in 3 months! And I have some idea what to expect, but at the same time, no idea at all.
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