My last repentance

I opened the door of the church at late night after I turn the key ninety degrees to the left, and my heart of ninety-eight point six doubles in fear of the Lord. To amplify a personal setting with Him, I dim the lights and crank some worship tunes in my away from home "prayer closet" (which also happens to be the house of the Lord) to kick the discomfort of silence. I fall to my knees in the presence of the Lord, for I cannot support the weight of my heart. I speak. I cry. I shout. I fall. I lay.

I've got a feeling...

A feeling I can't hide, oh no. Oh no!
So, I think I'm in love with The Beatles.
I just can't get over how intricate and strangely personable their lyrics and music were and are. "Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crab-a-locker fishwife, pornographic priestess. Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down."
I mean... come on! No one nowadays comes even close to this, lyrically. Goo goo ga joob.

I don't know. I try, myself. Usually, it takes time. Plenty of time. To think of what a critic would say about my work. In the end, I just think of a big "screw you" and write whatever it is I can think of no matter if it makes sense. I don't usually write about anything specific... besides right now... this moment... guys and girls. I've taken a place to give a thought, a word, a time, a lifestyle possible. Particular in thought. Laizzes faire in with youth and in a distilled fashion, I'll separate myself from my others and confide in the others as if they're my doormat, and I will continue in this way to exclude this body of mine and exalt You.

The day is not quite over...

"Today! Today. You find yourselves equals. For you are all equally blessed." I love *A Knight's Tale* I didn't just watch it. I just thought of it for some odd reason. So, anyways. Today is kind of uneventful. Did some laundry. Wee. Though, I did go to Advanced Auto Parts to get the U-Joints I needed for my truck. Though, did not get them on, yet. Not until Monday morning. Oh well. Also, my brother and I went to get pizza right after we got the parts. He was treating so, I was all like, "okay." Also, my first slice was sooo melty and greasy... that when I held the slice up... it just became like.. a skin flap.. and all the cheese just "melted" off. I was frustrated. But, the other two were fine. :) Wee.

Went to the church by myself for a while to burn some time until lifting at four. That was fun. Always nice to just sit and chill in the house of the Lord. God is just so good to us. We do not deserve it, yet He loves us all the same.

And, now... I'm home... typing this up. Nothing interesting. Hopefully, I'll be a little more creative in the future.

p.s. Oh! The Office is on tonight, I think. Yes, it is, in fact, on tonight at 9 on NBC. (Eastern time). Sweet deal. It'll be the first time this season that I'm home to watch it. So, my day... is not quite over...

Heart-Houses.

It'll begin with a heating pad. Easing the tension of the muscles. Could it work on a heart? But, once it has been taken apart, it may not be much use... unless the plans are to keep it warm and build it a home. But, what to make it with...is another class... another semester, in fact. In a completely opposite-town school. We could call the Carpenter. We should, in fact.. call Him. He's good with building those heart-houses. He'd know exactly what kind of wood should be used! Simply brilliant. All the young ones will question and all those who are seeing something of a different world will question us, "who has made that for you?". And, we will them the truth. We will!

Gee... would they understand, though? Some of these people tell me that they, themselves, also build houses... and are carpenters themselves. They say that they are good at what they do, as well. They ask, "why is it that I could not build such houses? I went to school for it!". And, we must hold firm against these that push their righteousness on us. There is only this one Man who knows how to make such houses... where they cannot fall. Such precision. Such love goes into these houses. They claim that their masters are learned more than their own teachers! That their minds outstretch a thousand pitches! I've seen minds like these. Though, the one that can create these... these.. "Heart Houses", well... I tell you... that "mind" out-stretches worlds and works. Stars and orbits. Rivers and mountains are nothing but miniscule blips of the Carpenter's imagination. Of what He can fabricate.

So, when you think that a heart-house should be built around your warmed... strewn heart... I think you should call on the the Carpenter. He's real good.