So it’s still “Nothing Was The Same” season in my iTunes. What can I say but “extended seasons do happen sometimes.”
Anyhow, I had an interesting dialogue with a chum recently. It began a little something like this:
Him: Domm, you’d probably solicit more interest in friendships from the opposite sex if you weren’t so cerebral about it.
My internal response: Meh, I’ll think about it.
During my college years, my psychology professor asked us to complete a Myers-Briggs assessment.
Five years after that I was asked to take this assessment again.
Recently, two months ago, it resurfaced among the assessments I was required to undergo.
Although the results are expected to change as we shift through life experiences, mine remained consistent over the span of the last 8 years.
This year Good Friday has a unique meaning for me. A special significance as I embrace a more intimate understanding.
Growing up I knew what Good Friday was. It was the day Jesus went to the cross. It was the day the only perfect righteousness Man Who deserved nothing less than honor and respect, was beaten, whipped, and everything so painfully agonizing that we have a glimpse of with the…
I want to do the right thing but I keep doing the wrong thing. I want to think the right thoughts, but I keep thinking the wrong thoughts. I want to do good things, but I keep falling back into bad habits. I mean, that was me, the internal anguish that I was currently experiencing in that moment. I remember thinking at that point and time, Romans 7 is Tullians chapter.
These past two weeks have…
"I’m so happy to have good things that I don’t mind the lack of interesting things happening in my professional life. Interesting things — the good kind of interesting — will follow if I’m patient."
What do you guys think? Feel free to call/ email/ text/ comment/ send smoke signals
*preference lies with phone calls but I am growing into a sacrificial nature when it comes to growing closer to that which pleases God. Amen :-)
I miss my mom.
I’m grateful for the blessing she was and the blessings of those she loved and were loved by.
Dads are blessings too.
As well as chicken raised for meat and brown eggs.
Grateful for it ALL.
No matter the pleasure or the pain, God remains good in every season.