tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68227406077009631952024-03-13T03:51:41.886-07:00TʁaɳsғѻʁшɛÐ➟ЯΞΒΞⅬ"And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect." ~Romans 12:2
I refuse to be conformed, but to be transformed by God, and to rebel sin and the immorality of the world.
⇝✝→Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-73369542678445796892014-12-01T07:17:00.001-08:002014-12-01T07:17:05.978-08:00Truly Living
Lord, please be with the Swink family right now. Give them comfort and peace. I know it hurts You to see us in this pain. I know that sometimes no matter how much we implore, You have a plan...even when we cannot begin to understand it. It's in these moments that our trust and faith may barely hang on. We may even let go, but I know that You never let go of each of us.
We are Your children. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-59200681939978581282014-11-24T07:27:00.002-08:002014-11-25T09:22:33.969-08:00Errare Humanum Est
Don't you just hate that moment? You know, where you realize you might be wrong? When after so long of believing a matter one way, you learn reality to be different. When something or someone you love so much, may not be quite as deserving as the pedestal you've placed them on. It's like when you first discover that adults don't actually have it all together and are not free from mistakes. Or Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-47346277363241422262014-11-17T07:25:00.000-08:002014-11-26T06:28:46.703-08:00Equality
I just read the first line of an English assignment, and hurried to a blank page before reading nay further. "THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal." (HARRISON BERGERON by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. ). My immediate thought was Equal? Like equal equal? As in there are no differences? Or as in everyone has equal worth?
I immediately picture a world of Storm Troopers.
In the next couple Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-37649066557583618852014-10-18T23:46:00.000-07:002014-10-20T05:34:21.925-07:00A Rooster Crowed in Physics
Something pretty cool happened in my physics class last week.
"Write your name down on a piece of paper," Professor M. instructed. The class grumbled. "Don't worry, I'm not making you take a quiz." He slyly smiled. "I want you to answer this: Where do you get your freedom from?"
From where do I get my freedom? I thought this was physics class, not history. Some students quickly scratchedAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-64124544751518033562014-10-06T07:15:00.000-07:002014-10-07T06:46:17.154-07:00Go Fail at Something (I mean this in the most encouraging way.)
There are two very important lessons in martial arts that a student is taught from day one. The first is to keep your guard up. The second is how to fall. These are not just basic and practical lessons for safety, but valuable lessons for life.
Always be prepared. How did I learn to keep my guard up? I was punched in the face. repeatedly. After feeling your brain rattle in your head a few timesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-71942936130616625522014-09-30T22:46:00.000-07:002014-10-01T06:18:00.087-07:00I Have to Confess
So God gave me a kick in the pants today.
Allow me to explain...
Since Sunday I've been trying to get a blog post written. Once I was finally in the writing mindset with a mediocre idea, it was already 3 o'clock. The InterVarsity Christian club was about to start, and last week, after my first time participating, I had said that I would try and make it back. I decided that I would go again andAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-54663008332595841012014-09-22T00:11:00.001-07:002014-09-29T20:29:45.893-07:00The Worst Blog Post Ever
Don't expect much.
Yes, that's what you read. Yes, that is arguably the worst way to start a piece of literature. Yes, I'm feeling rebellious. Who knows. I may even break some other grammar laws. Maybe use a fragment. Or two. Perhaps I'll use some nonstandard English or somethin' just cuz I wanna.
(Okay, that last "sentence" is making me twitch.)
One may ask, "Are you trying to make Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-36270747912875957522014-09-11T00:21:00.001-07:002014-09-12T18:23:17.655-07:00The Scars of the City
September 11, 2001. A day we shall never forget.
Thirteen years... Today is the annual day on which I cannot write the date at the top of a page without pausing, reflecting, and feeling so...so many things. For a moment, everything around me is silent, and I feel numb. As I stare at the date, a plane crashes into the the two penciled ones. Eleven falls. Black smoke rises. My heart twists, and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-23236396610436344032014-09-08T07:24:00.003-07:002014-10-19T10:12:43.180-07:00A Bequeathed Death
This is the first of two writing submissions which earned me the Distinguished Artist Award in Creative Writing at Hope College. I hope you enjoy it!
The following is
an excerpt from my short story, “A Bequeathed Death.”
"CLIP-CLOP-CLIP-CLOP." My shoes responded to the
hard wet pavement. The thunder rolled and raged, while the rain unsuccessfully
ordered the bellows to silence- "Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-62707073967388859292013-12-30T11:17:00.000-08:002014-02-08T09:18:37.255-08:00A Horrible Bit of Hope
I know this may seem like is a really terrible thought, but I just had a realization. If society continues down their path of promoting abortions, sterilizations, contraception, same sex marriage...and all this "don't reproduce...you're over populating the world...children ruin your dreams and life and body..." there is actually a horrible bit of hope in the end of all this...
Of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-13809608581787277242013-11-16T13:33:00.000-08:002014-07-29T16:04:38.824-07:00Into the Black Hole
You are tethered to a spec of dust which revolves around a mass of fire, which inevitably spirals with others into a hole of nothingness, never to return. You are on your way. It is only a matter of time- spacetime, that is.
The closer your system gets to the black hole at the center of the galaxy, the faster you travel and the more rapidly you are pulled in.
An enormous space creature or Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-50078509272203185412013-08-11T19:42:00.000-07:002013-10-14T09:36:55.831-07:00The Flame of Hope
"I'm not who I was.
I've lost focus on You, the only One Whom I need to focus on. I've been swallowed in pride and other worldly things, and I haven't been putting You first. I can't do this on my own. I need Your hand to lift me back up and pull me closer to You. I've been lost, but instead of calling for You, I've tried to find my way back on my own. But I only wandered in different Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-23109680199864611522013-07-14T19:30:00.003-07:002013-07-15T05:22:32.853-07:00Revenge.
Revenge.
Revenge takes purpose out of suffering. It only travels in reverse. It gets you no where.
There is always reward through suffering. Some do not endure the suffering, and by trying to escape it, may lose their reward, yet they still served a purpose because others are affected by that suffering.
If someone were to be caused great hardship, and upon leaving the suffering is given a greatAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-7464006453421760892013-01-12T15:10:00.003-08:002013-10-14T09:40:52.881-07:00We Are Created Perfect.
We are all created perfectly. And why wouldn't we be? We have been created by a Perfect Creator, so why do we struggle with understanding we are just that- perfect? We are made in the likeness and image of our Maker- and He is definitely perfect- so we must be made perfect as well. Just to clarify, I don't mean our souls, or our choices…no, those aren't perfect. Those decisions, actions, and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-28370234653973466082012-11-05T17:06:00.000-08:002013-10-14T09:47:06.250-07:00The Night Before America ChangesIt is the night before the election. The fate of America comes down to tomorrow. This may be a moment I recall in the future to my children. Sitting on my couch, feeling the vibrations of my cat's pur through my legs as she lies on my lap- without the slightest understanding of this moment. I'm typing on my open blogger page, not really knowing what to write...or even think. It is Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-20677658218292430452012-09-17T05:13:00.000-07:002013-10-14T09:49:36.618-07:00Black IceI wrote this on a long car ride during a blizzard. Cars were flipped over in the ditches about every ten yards. It was scary, but I know God was watching over us. Because of our destination, it was an emotional journey for me. And as I saw the wrecked cars pass by through my window, this is what I thought.
I’m driving on an icy road
In the dark, cold night.
Cars upside-down and in ditchesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-47913572761615454762012-09-13T09:04:00.000-07:002013-10-14T09:52:36.439-07:00NEVER FORGET[This was supposed to be posted on Tuesday, but I was having internet problems.]
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Where we were on that day eleven years ago, is something we shall NEVER FORGET.
I was standing below the phone, facing the wall, which bore the poster of the Pledge of Allegiance. I tried to say the words as my brother did- though I was a syllable behind- and I concentrated on the letters of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-45442714736945789922012-06-13T19:59:00.000-07:002013-10-14T09:52:19.349-07:00I See His Blood upon the Rose
I see his blood upon the rose, and in the stars the glory of his eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower; The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but his voice-and carven by his power Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn His strong heart stirs the ever-beating see, His crown of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-59236087106788991772012-05-27T15:40:00.000-07:002012-09-05T11:37:22.037-07:00Tortoise and I
Sooo...I've been a lazy blogger again (but busy person)...I have some post ideas brewing like my coffee, but I have a paper I'm working on at the moment (which may double as a post if I end up liking it) so I'm going to go to my file of last year literature assignments and scrounge up something to pass as remotely interesting...
This was a little assignment of re-writing The Tortoise and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-55003021174339862702012-05-07T20:35:00.000-07:002013-10-14T10:05:55.033-07:00Natural Law/Morality, C.S. Lewis, Blame...
I've been reading some works masterpieces of C.S. Lewis (yes, he did write more than Narnia...really hoping you knew that...) for religion class, and am just...loving it.
Below are some thoughts and reflections which came to my head (and therefore in pen to margins and empty spaces in between his insights) while reading Right and Wrong as a Clue to The Meaning of The Universe [Book Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-28149505508848316802012-05-07T16:15:00.003-07:002014-02-10T07:04:24.840-08:00Last Chance for Onion Rings
So I just came across this literature assignment I did last year. We were supposed to write in a somewhat crowded area, what we were experiencing and sensing...seeing/smelling/hearing/feeling...etc. I had forgotten about the assignment so that's why it's at a fish fry.
Mainly I'm posting this because I felt-
that I needed to post something
lazy.
so I was trying to scrounge up something Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-46739195273308101812012-04-22T19:06:00.003-07:002012-04-22T19:08:25.840-07:00ConfirmationSo yesterday our church welcomed 20 members to be adults in the church...so I thought I'd dig up an old post I wrote after I was confirmed (back when I had a yahoo! blog...which...really didn't qualify as a 'blog').
5/1/11 12:47am
{} = ADD interruption
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-91187002427863549572012-04-16T18:04:00.000-07:002013-10-14T09:53:42.600-07:00I Can Not Tolerate Tolerance.PLEASE don't pass this post just because it looks really long. I took the time to write it, so you can take the much much less time to read it (yep. that's where I'm at.) plus...I even did research!
I probably could cut out a lot of ramblings or 'fat' in the beginning of here as I worked through a scattered mind, but some people have told me it's somewhat entertaining sooo...I'll just use Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-55346988668758182502012-04-07T22:43:00.001-07:002013-10-14T09:53:28.551-07:00He has Risen!Okay, now the happier post. The purpose of the suffering (read the Suffering post first).
Alleluia! (that word has a lot of 'l's)
He has overcome death, beat the devil, and opened the gates of Heaven for us. (some secret password...I for sure would have never gotten through it).
Sooo...I could try to go on all about Jesus rising, and us rising...well, now that I wrote that I think I briefly Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822740607700963195.post-53873460402312452282012-04-07T21:32:00.003-07:002012-09-05T09:55:20.617-07:00Suffering
Sooo...I really wanted to post on Friday about suffering, but by the time we went to church, watched The Passion as a family, I was really tired and went to be early. I had so much I wanted to write about on Good Friday...walking through His passion starting at the garden, and reflecting in each step...but I guess I'll just focus on suffering altogether [then again...I know I have notes Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07169784332177161445noreply@blogger.com0