Life is Like a Lime....

Today was pretty great. and it's not even over yet.
I have a swollen lip from gettting hit in he face by a light up frisbee... you think I would've seen it coming... But, it could be worse. I could've had no arms and still had to stop the frisbee... for the entire game. and anyway, that happened yesterday, I just thought that I'd tell everyone so they can stare at the swelling :)
Anyway,
this post is about the weather, and how odd it is. Instead of listening to music I'm listening to the wind rush past my closed window, pretty much the best sound... Even though fighting like a man beating the air has a negative connotation, I literally did just that to get to class today because the wind was so intense...
and apparently there is a crazy thunder storm that is supposed to happen... The kids at the college next door were warned not to take showers because the lightening can allegedly go though the water...
yep...
Soo...Today I was posed a very interesting question. A question that came from a book:
Why do I want the Holy Spirit?
If you're not a christian and reading this read Romans 8 first...
But, thinking about it now, it shouldn't be why want Him but rather, why I need Him.
You know that feeling that you get when you watch an epic action adventure movie, or listen to a crazy instense took alot of talent to create song or listen to a gutwrenching motivational speech? That yearning to do something so much greater and so much more epic and meaningful with your life? yep? Well, you can only acheive that something greater with the Holy Spirit. I realized that I need the Holy Spirit in order to live life the way that God calls me to live it, the way He planned it out for me. Wouldn't you rather save people's lives than climb Mt. Kilimanjaro (even though that would be epic...)? With God, and having the Holy Spirit, I can change lives and through that change, I can change the world... but when I say I, I really mean God :)
So yeah, the answer to that question is because I want to do epic things with my life, epic things that fly off the charts for the human standards of greatness.

Sometimes I Pretend I'm a Hipster.

It begins on a mile long stretch of road. A road that I bus often, and walk even more often. A stretch that symbolizes a friendship, or three because it's the path I take to escape from my cramped dorm room, to enter into a cozy apartment filled with amazing friends. It's funny, it seems that it's only on this piece of road that I walk and feel like a hipster.
I roll up my jeans, pop in my headphones and walk with a swagger that catches the beat of my music and the force of my ideas. I like listen to really obscure instrumental music with more soul in a fiddle than the Harlem Renaissance and more passion in the voice than Obama's speeches.
Today, I listened to The Drought by a band called Horse Feathers. This is pretty much my favorite song, and even though it's slow, it makes me feel so alive and energetic.
As I walked, I took snapshots of the street and pictures of my reflection in glass doors. I kept thinking, man, I hope I look as cool as I walk, half singing the tunes and sminling at the trees and the sun.
But then I realize how selfish these thoughts are.
It doesnt matter how cool I look, struttin' down the road. What matters is how cool I look, in the hard situations. When my faith is being tested and I'm so afraid of doing God's will. So, I'm grateful that I can have this realization now, looking back on that walk, and, all of the walks I've had, because they really could've been worse: instead of just not having arms, I could not know God and have to spend my life chasing after the things that make me seem hipster cool while losing sight of the perpetual joy I have in God, the joy that, when all of the indie angst wears away, still shines brighter than the sun...

Bird Chirps and Finding Wisdom in Procrastination

So...
I'm writing this post as I'm sitting outside hanging out in the cool air with a friend. A crazy friend.
We came out here to get homework done and yet here is a list of all the things that we have accomplished:
breaking bread
feeeding birds (it's so epic I needed another e)
laying and marveling at God and the sky
doing a handstand
taking webcam pics of eachother and trees and the sky <----- by far the best!
all while listening to epic music

So, as you can see, there hasn't been much work done. But. It could be worse.
We spent the last hour enriching our souls and fellowshipping, basking in God's glory and finding joy in the simplest of things, and though work has to be done, school is not the only thing we're living for... not even half of what we're living for.This morning I read an amazing scripture: 1 Cor 2:10b ~ "The Spirit searches all things, even the deep things of God." According to Jesus' promise I have that Spirit in me. SO I need to take full advantage of Him and listen when He guides and prompts me in order to live each day out to its fullest potential.

Opera. and the other Finer things of Life.

So, as the first post, I thought that I should write about something momentous... but, this really isn't. It's just an experience that I had today and decided to share.
Opera.
I went to a friend of a friend's senior recital tonight and it was pretty great.
The first thing that I thought was, woah, this is intense singing. Although, I wouldn't classify it as the best.
Not that she wasn't an exceptional singer, she was. 
As I was sitting there I was thinking, Opera! What a strange and yet wonderful noise! but, I was also wondering if my ears were beginning to bleed or if I was entering into the inner sanctum of enlightenment while my soul was beginning come to life! Experiencing that kind of raw talent coupled with a piano and a very timed page turner was amazing and yet saddening; it made me think of all of the things that technology has marred, and all the things that it will continue to change... newspapers, paperback books, childhoods filled with roaming the woods and playing on jungle gyms...
But!
Jesus is Lord, and for that I am grateful.
So, it could be worse...
I could have no arms. and still have to write this post...