Monday, July 16, 2012
Happy New Year!
This year News Years felt like nothing to me. Nothing had changed, and I didn't feel like enough had happened to reflect on and transition to a new journal. I realized that I had been a weird season and it wasn't over yet. So I decided to continue to write in this journal.
It was strange doing so. I mean BIG things happened last year. Right in time, God provided my dream job and more. It was SO Him and His timing is always perfect. That was huge. And I'm still so grateful for it. Even though every job has it's pile of problems, God has blessed me for all of the crap I've had to put up with at various summer/school jobs. I realize that this really does not happen to many, and I do not take it for granted. Ever.
The next year, my "sister" had her first baby and he instantly became my nephew. I don't think I've ever loved someone this much, even though it's a somewhat different kind of love. This kid is so special and close to my heart and he hasn't even spoken a word yet. I've never had a bond like that with any other kid before. I'm completely smitten by him. And yet still, it felt like there was no big change in my life.
This year, 2012, has actually been very different from previous ones. I've felt very dead, very dry, totally numb and just not experiencing the presence of God in my life. I came to a point where I realized that maybe it was just the season that I was in. Maybe it doesn't mean much and I'm to remain faithful. I could hit snooze for another half hour in the morning. I could do something else with my time at night. I mean, I'm not hearing/feeling/getting anything, right? What does it seem to matter right now? Well, I'm learning that it's a sacrifice. Do I really care about all the measurements of the temple in Ezekiel? No, not really. But I'm going to read it anyway. Am I learning anything at the moment? Is my soul any lighter? Not really. But it's been teaching me faithfulness. Because that's life. So I continued to do so.
It's amazing what making amends with someone can do. What kind of breakthroughs happen when you reconcile. It was something I never really cared or wanted to do and wouldn't have if God hadn't told me to. Halfway through the year and I FINALLY hear His voice. Of course it's something I don't want to do. But I sucked it up and did it anyway and God was way bigger than I could have imagined. In fact, it was sort of an answer to one of my prayers. He never answers in the way you think He will.
My mornings have been more peaceful, I've had more joy in my heart than all of this year, and I'm singing again. I hadn't even noticed that I had stopped nor did I realize how much I missed it. So I made a new entry in my journal about it all. Then I started reading previous entries leading up to the newest and I heard God say "It's time you started moving into your new season. This is YOUR personal New Years."
I leave for vacation on Friday night and I'm taking part of it to start over and reflect on this previous season as I'm entering the new one and I'm really looking forward to doing so. Someone once told me that it's never about the season you're in. It's about the season you're going into. I think they were right. I think the next season is going to require new amounts of faithfulness and who knows what else. But I'm ready. I'm happy to feel somewhat alive again.
Sincerely,
Fergus The Brave
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Oh, the humanity...
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Dreams
Thursday, November 11, 2010
What do you love about you?
“Can you come up with at least 10 answers to this question? ‘What do you love about you?’” A year and a half ago, I wouldn’t have been able to get past one. But today, I realized that I can totally answer that question. And I challenge everyone to do this. There is SUCH freedom to be who you were meant to be when you realize that you are a masterpiece. Why insult the creator of the masterpiece? This isn’t an ego booster. Just do it.
1. I love my personality and my quirks. They’re kind of cool.
2. I love my taste in music. I might even become snobbish about this, but I seriously love the somewhat eclectic taste that I’ve acquired.
3. I love my figure. I used to hate it, and yeah, it’s hard to find clothing that fit it, but I’ve come to love it. If they’d just bring the 40’s and 50’s back, everything would be fine!
4. I love my pale skin. Again, I used to hate it, but I’ve grown fond of it, and I don’t even really want to tan ever again.
5. I love my eyes. They have this cool thing going on where they’re blue, but they have this hazel-ish/green-ish ring around the pupil.
6. I love that I have a thing for the impossibles.
7. I have a GREAT sense of humor. And I’m REALLY funny. Go ahead, ask my friends.
8. I love all of the creativity and imagination I’ve been blessed with. From design to dance to video, to even just appreciating all kinds of creativity. I can’t imagine not being this way.
9. I really love my brown hair. I’m not dying it again. I used to want to be a red head, and now I can just greatly appreciate the color.
10. I love my style. It’s constantly changing, and probably always will be, but I’m satisfied that it’s “me.”
If you have trouble doing this, go look at this, it might help:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR3rK0kZFkg
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
A Light in the Darkness
Monday, May 3, 2010
3 more days....

Friday, April 30, 2010
Things to do this sumer
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The Shit Hath Hitteth the Fan…ith.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
When Insults Had Class
These glorious insults are from an era before the English language got boiled down to 4-letter words.
The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor:
She said, "If you were my husband I'd give you poison."
He said, "If you were my wife, I'd drink it."
A member of Parliament to Disraeli: "Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease."
"That depends, Sir," said Disraeli, "whether I embrace your policies or your mistress.."
"He had delusions of adequacy." - Walter Kerr
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." - Winston Churchill
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." - Clarence Darrow
"He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the
dictionary." - William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it." - Moses Hadas
"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it." - Mark Twain
"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.." - Oscar Wilde
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend... if you have one." - George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there is
one." - Winston Churchill, in response.
"I feel so miserable without you; it's almost like having you here." - Stephen Bishop
"He is a self-made man and worships his creator." - John Bright
"I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial." - Irvin S. Cobb
"He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others." - Samuel Johnson
"He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.." - Paul Keating
"In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily." - Charles, Count Talleyrand
"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him." - Forrest Tucker
"Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?" - Mark Twain
"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork." - Mae West
"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go." - Oscar Wilde
"He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts... for support rather than illumination." - Andrew Lang (1844-1912)
"He has Van Gogh's ear for music." - Billy Wilder
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Designers
I know I’ve posted this before elsewhere, but really…design majors are sweet. I know I’m never bored! Especially when Mccloskey starts a dance party in Ballas’s class.
