thoughts of my head upon my bed
thoughts of my head upon my bed
philosophical-type musings
The Georgia Dome formed the venue for an historic event to which I was privileged to bear witness. With soul-stirring eloquence, the 20th president of the General Conference of Seventh-day Adventists delivered an appeal for the church to go forward in fulfillment of God’s commission. His appeals to the tenets of sola scriptura and prima …
I just read an article about why kangaroos have short arms and long legs. In summary it’s because that suits them best for what they do i.e. crawl in a pouch or hop around… Why does this go down as an historic discovery? Well, maybe not historic, but at least noteworthy. Because someone just discovered …
(since it’s a beautiful sunny day…) When the rain comes, It seems that everyone has gone away. When the night falls, You wonder if you shouldn’t find someplace To run and hide… Escape the pain… But hiding’s such a lonely thing to do! I can’t stop the rain From falling down on you again. I …
birds chirping traffic laundry winds blow leaves rustling warmth stillness wind blows books breath Bible blowing
Quite often since hitting 25, the thought has occurred to me that I’m becoming the woman I want to be… My brother asked me once, who I wanted to be when I grew up. It was during the turbulent years of undergrad when I was picking a second major, joining/starting clubs and pursuing undergraduate research …
I never believed it possible to lose a friend. How could you lose a friend? I mean, we all make mistakes…so we ask for forgiveness and move on. Why would you want to give up a friend? It’s not like they cost you any more than they invest in you. Besides, it feels so much …
a moment’s glance a second’s wish a breath too soft dreams bereft heaven’s kiss no second chance
Growing up in a multi-lingual environment, the idea of language as a cultural medium struck me from childhood. I was always baffled by parents who would not attempt to teach their children their mother-tongue. And it equally puzzled me that children would not want to learn their mother-tongue. Now that I’m a bit older, there’s …
Balance is the keyword.
I remember thinking, “what a stupid class” when some friends told me they were taking a class called, “The Idea of Home.” They wrote essay upon essay addressing the question, “what is home?” Who asks such a question with such an obvious answer ? You just know what home is, intuitively. And when you get …