Friday before Spring Break is always a good one… but mine totally blows away everybody else’s. One… I finally got our to run. For some reason I didn’t get out to run all week and it was frustrating me. When I got up in the mornings, I couldn’t find a good reason to run so I figured sleep was more important. I found that I was wrong all week because you don’t feel good before the run but afterwards there is a sense of accomplishment.
Next off I had my birthday party with all my friends who came over for a whole bunch of basketball and airsoft. I gave them the choice of playing airsoft at a park near my house or walking over to Slade Field to play Ultimate Frisbee. Well it’s pretty obvious what they chose.
After my party ended I went to a lock-in small group party at the Monical’s new massive house. It was great fun. We swam in their pool and watched the Houston Rockets win 21 consecutive games all at the same time on their plasma screen TV on the porch. We listened to country music for a while on the overhead speakers but I eventually changed this in my hatred of country music. I was eventually shunned for this and was forced into listening to 80’s Guns and Roses, which was an okay compromise. Guitar Hero was also a popular game at this party and then we played pool a lot too.
Overall an amazing Friday but the rest of Spring Break won’t get any worse. I am set to run 10 miles tomorrow on my week high of 4 miles. That was a joke. Then I am going to the deer lease with my grandpa and cousin to hunt some serious turkey. Once I get back me and Phillip Hintze will be heading to Guitar Center to hopefully buy a nice new electric. If my procrastination problem dies down somehow over Spring Break, then maybe a drivers permit will fall into my hands. Haha I crack myself up.
March 15, 2008
March 2, 2008
George Muller- His Story
Here’s a story I read in a book that I thought was compelling. A story of never giving up and choosing God as the way to go…..
There was a man named George Muller who was a man who didn’t follow God, didn’t even know much of Him. At the age of 14 he would go out and drink at parties and do drugs and stuff. The night his mother died he was out at a party getting drunk. He finally gave it all up and heard about God. This one experience with God made so much compassion in him that he decided to become a missionary. His girlfriend didn’t want him to be a missionary because she wouldn’t take him that way. His father hated him for becoming a missionary and said he would no longer call him his son anymore. He chose God and went to a missionary school. George met a girl who understood him and followed the same beliefs as him. He eventually wed this woman and they went long periods of time without food and water and they would pray to God and He would provide. George met an orphan beggar in a park one time and it made him compassionate for orphans so him and his wife started an orphanage. There was a time when there was no food whatsoever for any of the orphans. He gathered the orphans in prayer and asked God for food and then there was a knock at the door from a guy who had baked two loafs of bread the night before for them. And if that wasn’t enough there was another knock on the door from the milkman whose truck had broken down right in front of the orphanage. He had to give away all the milk or else it would spoil. So not only did God provide for the orphans, He left a little extra for tea later. George died about 100 years ago and his orphanages still are around. Wow!
Jakeb
There was a man named George Muller who was a man who didn’t follow God, didn’t even know much of Him. At the age of 14 he would go out and drink at parties and do drugs and stuff. The night his mother died he was out at a party getting drunk. He finally gave it all up and heard about God. This one experience with God made so much compassion in him that he decided to become a missionary. His girlfriend didn’t want him to be a missionary because she wouldn’t take him that way. His father hated him for becoming a missionary and said he would no longer call him his son anymore. He chose God and went to a missionary school. George met a girl who understood him and followed the same beliefs as him. He eventually wed this woman and they went long periods of time without food and water and they would pray to God and He would provide. George met an orphan beggar in a park one time and it made him compassionate for orphans so him and his wife started an orphanage. There was a time when there was no food whatsoever for any of the orphans. He gathered the orphans in prayer and asked God for food and then there was a knock at the door from a guy who had baked two loafs of bread the night before for them. And if that wasn’t enough there was another knock on the door from the milkman whose truck had broken down right in front of the orphanage. He had to give away all the milk or else it would spoil. So not only did God provide for the orphans, He left a little extra for tea later. George died about 100 years ago and his orphanages still are around. Wow!
Jakeb
Should I Stay or Should I Go
School work... hmmmm.... and church. Dad finishing a big race. All in one day. And I can't figure out which one I should go to. Either school and church or leaving for San jacinto monument to see dad and his team finish a 200 mile relay race. You would think school and church would be a logical decision but for some mad reason, I think going to see dad finish would be right. So my decision is to go to church and do some homework... going against my gut. We'll see if it was a good decision... for I have made some bad ones in my lifetime. haha don't we all.
Going to church and doing homwork can't be a bad decision can it?!
Going to church and doing homwork can't be a bad decision can it?!
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