Thursday, December 18, 2008


I've been pondering LOVE quite a bit lately. One of my missionary friends a blog entry from a friend of hers. hummmm sounds a little bit like, he said, she said... but it is not. Anyway. I am copying this man's words about Zephaniah because it so captured my heart:

"So, from David Roper, something wonderful to ponder.

Lovesick and Dumbfounded

Carolyn and I often spend our quiet times reading from A Guide to Prayer for Ministers and Other Servants, an Upper Room publication (If you've visited Shepherd's Rest you've seen the copies in each bedroom.) The Old Testament passage for this morning was Zephaniah 3:17.
With apologies to Zephaniah and Bruce Waltke, my old Hebrew professor, here is my translation...The LORD, your God is with you--your hero, mighty to save!He takes great delight in you.
He is speechless with love for you.
Every time he thinks of you he breaks into joyful song!-Zephaniah 3:17

I'm awed by the notion that God takes great delight in me and breaks into song each time he thinks of my name. But it's the phrase I render, "He is speechless with love for you" that captivated me.

The verse is usually translated, "He will be quiet in his love," or in some translations, "He will quiet you." But the verb doesn't suggest tranquility or rest. It actually means, "to strike dumb."[1] And since the verb is in parallel with other verbs that suggest God's strong emotions ("takes great delight," and "breaks into joyful song") it must point to what He himself feels.

I wonder then: Could the analogy be that of a lovesick swain who is bowled-over, flabbergasted and dumb-founded by his love for the beloved-so overcome with fondness that he is tongue-tied? Is God, in some inexplicable, anthropomorphic way, "struck dumb" with love each time he thinks of us? If so, to be loved like this is, in turn, to be rendered speechless. As Isaiah would say, "I am undone."And who is it that God so loves? One who is strong and able, brilliant, and breathtakingly beautiful? No, it is one who is "weak and the weary... who takes refuge in the name of the LORD" (Zephaniah 3:12). "

...He is speechless with love for you.
...He is speechless with love for you.
...He is speechless with love for you.
I'm pondering.
mutating missionary

Wednesday, December 17, 2008


To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want ot make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it careful round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in your casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable... The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers ... of love is Hell. (C. S. Lewis. 'The Four Loves')
Isn't it amazing that one of the descriptions of our God is just the opposite of 'locked up love'.

Many see I Corinthians 13 as a marriage verse - a description of marriage. I myself have long since changed my view on that. If it is a marriage verse - it is one that is to be strived for and never completely achieved. Just as I believe it is a life verse and is to strive for and never completely achieved.

But, as I told my dear young woman that faces her church ceremony after a year and a half of being legally married here in Germany. This to me is a description of our God. And what an awesome God we serve.

You see: God is love.

Love is patient,
Love is kind,
and is not jealous;
love does not brag
and is not arrogant,
does not act unbecomingly;
it does not seeek its own,
is not provoked,
does not take into account a wrong sufered,
does not rejoice in unrighteousness,
but rejoices with the truth;
bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 4-8
What a wonderful description of our Jesus. Of our Lord Jesus Christ and His offering to the world. He came as a baby. And He showed us all of these acts of lov
God is said to be a jealous God, but even in that He is all good in it. He is jealous for us to love Him because He knows that is the only true way for our wholeness and our well-being.

What a lovely God we serve.
mutating missionary

Friday, December 12, 2008

Bright Light

Christmas in Germany is the highlight of the year. Almost every Stadt und Dorf (Town and Village) sets up a Weihnachtsmarkt (Christmas Market) in a central area. I drove to Mannheim last night to pick up a friend that needed a lift back down to this area... (a story all in itself) While there, we decided to experience the Mannheim Weihnachtsmarkt, pick up some culturally unusual Christmas presents for my children and a few friends back home, and enjoy a wonderful mug of warm Gluehwein with a couple of friends. The wind was cold, the air wet, and there was a hummm in the air. All of the Ferris wheels, the children's rides, the market booths had lights that were accenting the fest.
We drove to the center of town, found a parking spot, walked the entire area, bought really cool presents, looked at even more really cool artsy fartsy stuff, laughed, talked, and basically enjoyed the hubbub. As the evening wore on, the crowds became thicker; we were ready to head home. It had been a fun night - but a bit tiring - for us all. With so many people, so much stimuli around, ones head gets a little bumfuzzled.
We piled back into the car. Driving south we inevitably came up on the snow I had left earlier that morning. The wind picked up even more and the night became a white veiled sheath. We finally arrived back in my little area of Schwarzwald. I had the option of taking my last passenger/friend home or taking him up to see the heavier snowfall in my little mountain Dorf. He opted to see the snow – no matter what the hour. The Dorf was completely silent. Snow lay in 10 inch layers on the ground, and heavy layers on the evergreens and hardwoods. The town's white twinkling lights outlining the trees were everywhere. The quiet stillness, the light reflecting off the snowy branches, the snows purity on the hillside…it was all breathtaking. Later, I stopped several times just to breath it in.
Light. Bright Light. The lights at the Mannheim Weihnachtsmarkt were exciting. They flashed, they drew attention, and they created an expectancy, fun, frivolity. But the lights were dulled by the hubbub, the activity, the hustle, the bustle. They had their place - but one grew weary.
In the stillness of the night in my tiny kurort (health resort town), I found the tiny twinkling of lights wound within the white snow filled branches penetrating. They shone in the night so bright. Nothing took away from their beauty. They were peaceful, calming, still. When I stopped, looked, I wanted to simply be. They were illuminating.
Illuminating. In the stillness of a tiny stable a baby who was Christ the King was born. The hubbub of the crowd was there. There was no more room for them in the Inn. But, in the stillness of a tiny stable/cave the Savior illuminated His earth.
And HIS Bright Light illuminates.
Il-lu-mi-nate (verb) [I loomi nayt] Definitions from Encarta English Dictionary
1. Shine light on somebody or something: to make somebody or something visible or bright with light, or be lit up
2. Decorate something with lights: to decorate something with lights for a celebration
3. Clarify something: to make something easier to understand
4. Cause somebody to look happy: to make something, especially somebody’s face, look happy and animated
5. Enlighten somebody: to provide somebody with knowledge or with intellectual or spiritual enlightenment
mutating missionary


Emmanuel. God is with us.

thanks Kathy

mutating missionary

hummmm thinking...

In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. That is what makes America what it is. - Gertrude Stein
The opposite of the religious fanatic is not the fanatical atheist but the gentle cynic who cares not whether there is a god or not. - Eric Hoffer
Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it. - Jane Wagner

guerdon \GUR-duhn\, noun:1. a reward
verb:1. to reward, pay back
YEP... I think I'll head to the red-coffee-box and think some more... Ahhhhhh leather chairs, ottomans, blankies, coffee and a good book - today with snow to my ankles... yep that is the ticket... Fridays - gotta love em.
PS... these fotos are not taken from the red-coffee-box - but sitting in the little coffee shop I dicovered in the town I was in recently for language school, sitting in this window corner spot I watched all sorts of life happen around me, studied and took pictures :-) - a friend had prayed for an enjoyable coffee shop and God granted his request. Sometimes God just wants to bless us with over and beyond.
Now - I walk in snow to the church down the road, drop off some things for a wedding next week, and then walk to the red-coffee-box... cold - but beautiful... I think I just might take along the ole' camera on this trip - the snow is unbelievably beautiful.
mutating missionary

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thanksgiving (written on Thursday - posting today)


Even though I live so far away - in a country that doesn't celebrate our family-filled National Holiday, I celebrated in my own way today...

How? you might ask: with God.
all in all an interesting Thanksgiving...


for Him - the God of the Universe - the One that holds me - captures my heart - shields me in protection. But also the One that helps me make it through a very tough day - away from my family and assures me - I am here for a reason. And gives my loved ones enough Love for Him to say the same.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

thanksgiving no-nos?????

I'm sorry...
I will - I promise I will - write a really thankful post tomorrow or Friday... but today I am just laughing over one of those infomercials that was on the internet. You might have read it:

10 of the most unhealthy foods to eat during Thanksgiving...

I laughed so hard. Why have Thanksgiving? I think I will just stay in Germany - if America is getting rid of a one day (ok maybe two with the leftovers) tradition that could not make that much difference in anyone's diet ... come on... one or two days. With Christmas that makes three and then we have Easter - just eat right the rest of the year and enjoy on these few days of celebration and fellowship - breaking bread together is a human fellowship thing - all families should do it!
  • Turkey with skin. (maybe we should skin them all and make them look really sad)
  • White wheat bread rolls (you know the kind that melt in your mouth. - the kind that even cafeterias know how to bake)
  • Sweet Potatoes (candied ... naturlich!!! - how else would you eat them - maybe with some nice butter atop?)
  • Mashed Potatoes with Gravy (I can't imagine the turkey without this... anybody else with me?)
  • Pecan Pie (Considering I can't even buy Pecan's here - wow! to have the opportunity and not take it - these guys are crazy!!!!!!

there were 4 more that I thought were totally way out of line - these foods are the staples of a Thanksgiving dinner. Who decides these things? Cut them off is my view point - cut them off.

mutating - mutating - mutating

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Death O Death where is thy sting?

I just received word that a friend’s friend lost her battle with illness. Even as I type those words I find them contradictory. Why, because this woman knows the Lord. I say that in the present tense - because she is in the most present tense of present tenses!

O Death where is thy sting? The sting of death is sin. This woman through her confession of faith in the one and only triune God - Father, Son, and Holy Spirit - is washed clean of sin. The one sin preventing us from entering the gates of Heaven - that sin of Unbelief.

I am thankful that I have been able to be involved in the prayers for this woman. I am thankful that I have asked God to allow her to be healed. I am thankful that I know that she is a believer. But most of all, I am thankful that at this point in time - upon hearing what others who don't know Him might consider a tragedy (husband left with children) - I know that God Triumphs and He will handle all the details.

There is a song I have been listening to... sorry don't know author, artist, or title - but love these words about dying:

I don't know if there are harps in heaven, or the process of getting your wings, and I don't know if there is a light in a tunnel or any of those things. But I do know to be absent from this body is to be present with the LORD. And from what I know of Him, that must be Very Good.

And really... isn't that what we are all waiting for. Death. It comes. It is for sure. We don't know how or when. But it comes. And living life unafraid of the one thing that is for sure - certainly makes life worth LIVING. By not being afraid of dying - we can truly live.

I too don't know for sure all of the things that will come in the future. I have ideas, thoughts, considerations - but I would not stack them into the ABSOLUTELY certain box. Angels? I know they're here. Heaven? I know it exists. Me? What will I be after I am no longer with this body? Suppositions, thoughts, intrigues... yes! But absolutes? Like the song says: To be absent from this body is to be present with the LORD. And from what I know of Him - that must be VERY GOOD!

Death O Death where is thy sting?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

being well gives you a whole new perspective... Humm I could think of so many spiritual analogies to that. But not today...

flowers on a wall close the the language school in Radolfszell... notice anything fun?

Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don't necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk. - Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

I think this is one of the funniest quotes I have heard in a while. That and the whole frisbee one I quoted a while back. I love this reality. Sometimes the mind...
And doesn't it. I mean, sometimes the mind is right there with us and all of a sudden we are remembering that we needed to get the icecream out of the car, take the keys out of the front door (where they have hung all night long), or even more fun out of the car where they have sat waiting for some wonderful theif to come and drive our car off. I don't know. Maybe I am the only one that has had these things happen. I do know that it has nothing to do with old age, because I have been doing this since my 20's... But, maybe, maybe, maybe it has to do with other things. Things like hormonal changes? or thyroid not working? or because as many a person has told me, "MM you think too much.", or maybe you haven't lived the absent minded professor's life... but I have :-0
And you know what, today I am thankful for it. I have a mind that never stops working. Sometimes it isn't on the most day in day out things - but it is always working. And I am grateful for that. I have eyes that see, hands that move, fingers that can play the strings of my harp, feet that sometimes hurt when I walk on them in the morning - but I can feel my toes...

I love this body that God has given me. I pray it can be used for Him. I want to sing His praises, teach His word, and love on the people that He has given me to love on. I want to encourage, and basically be light in a dark world. I love helping when I can. I love knowing that I don't have to when I can't. I know that God is pleased with me and that He finds pleasure in my songs of delight and praise to Him. I am overwhelmed with the joys of living. Maybe, because for the last week I have felt like I was going to die any minute. Yep, it is always a good thing to be sick. Then you remember how good it feels to be well.
Frau Is..scki's hands while sitting on the docks in Horn - am Bodensee drinking a glass of neu wine...
Frau I... 's hands drinking a glass of neu wine while sitting on the docks at a cafe am Bodensee.

A random boat met me when driving home from school one day...

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Because He IS GOD!

"I have to learn that the aim in life is God's not mine. God is using me from His great personal standpoint, and all he asks of me is that I trust Him, and never say -- Lord, this gives me such heart-ache. To talk in that way makes me a clog. When I stop telling God what I want, He can catch me up for what He wants without let or hindrance. He can crumple me up or exalt me. He can do anything He chooses He simply asks me to have implicit faith in Himself and in His goodness. Self-pity is of the devil, if I go off on that line I cannot be used by God for His purpose in the world. I have "a world within the world" in which I live, and God will never be able to get me outside it because I am afraid of being frost-bitten." Oswald Chambers
I have a new suite-mate. She lives in the room next to mine in this guest house. Tok.... is Jananese. She came to Germany to study German for 3 months. She is a secretary in Japan, in her 40's and never been married. She is absolutely darling. I took her home with me this last weekend. I don't know why. It happened. We were talking and she loves seeing Germany but has no car and well... it just happened. It is difficult because she speaks no English and I speak no Japanese and we both struggle speaking German. But we went. The time was sweet. On Saturday morning we went for breakfast (I have absolutely no food in my house)... Sitting in the local diner I asked her a few questions. She had said that she prayed before during one of our conversations. That she was praying that morning or something like that. I asked her, "When you pray, who do you pray to?" She expalined about her idol that sits in her tiny apartment. She prays every morning for her family and friends. She sometimes takes rice and burns it at this alter she has in her tiny home. I said that is so interesting. She was hesitant in sharing because she knows that I am a Christian and this is a 'Christian Western World'... haha!
Anyway she shared and I enjoyed learning about her ways.
Later that evening we were having coffee (I love my coffee - miss making it - miss drinking it...)

I don't know how it happened but we got to talking about God... my God. I told her that I believed what the Bible says about God, that He is the one who created all things. She was a bit confused as to why that was important. And also said that the bible was a good book but she had never read any of it. I shared some information from Josh McDowell about the bible and its beginnings, its validity... etc. She was more interested so I continued. Telling her about the 3-in-one Trinity was really interesting - but she listened. She kept asking questions - so I kept talking. The she said that she thought Jesus was a good man. I told her I didn't. That one really set her on her heels. I referred to C. S. Lewis and his Liar, Lunatic or LORD statement. I told her that other religions had 'good men' at their head - but they didn't claim to be the Son of God. etc. etc.
She got very quiet. She then said, "if I were to agree with this than I would be saying that my culture has been wrong for centuries and has not been with God and has been left out. (paraphrased - it was broken German)... I told her that was really hard. Because if she believed this than she would have to admit her family and all of her friends were wrong - and what kind of a god would leave out a whole culture?
I told her I understood her question. That there are people in my life that are not Christians and it is hard - but... then I have the God of the Universe to trust. I shared the difference between an idol and a Creator - and the underlining pinnings of that. You know... that God is the one that created me, He is good and wise and has everlasting love toward this world. We were sharing coffee and I used the old illustration of the potter with the coffee cup - does the coffee cup ask "why did you make me red inside and black outside? Why did you make me big and round? Why did you make red lines across my outside? I want to be like that other cup - black and thin and sleek..." No the coffee cup isn't capable of making these decisions - only the creator of the coffee cup is.
You get all of this, right? It was great coversation. She went with me to church the next day and listened to praise music, read the scriptures and kept thinking...
and she still is.
But, what I find interesting is that I came to Oswald's words this morning and found myself on my face before my God. Because - I start asking why so often... Oh how can He have so much patience with me? How can He really care about such a wanderer? a questioner? How can He love some wierd woman that gets caught up in her own selfish ideas? How can He...

Only because He Is GOD!

I love Him so... and amazingly enough He loves this wounded woman. And somehow wants to use me for His purposes. If I can only get out of the way.


Sunday, November 9, 2008


Joel 2:12-13
"Yet even now," declares the LORD, "Return to Me with all your heart, and with fasting, weeping, and mourning; and rend your heart and not your garments." Now return to the LORD your God, for He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abounding in lovingkindness, and relenting of evil. Who knows whether He will not turn and relent, and leave a blessing behind Him,

Revelations 2:4-5
"But I have this against you, that you have left your first love. 'Remember therefore from where you have fallen, and repent and do the deeds you did at first; or else I am coming to you, adn will remove your lampstand out of its place -- unless you repent."

Last Wednesday was my birthday. I was greeted on my birthday morning at about 5:30 with a text message from one of my daughter's-in-love, "Obama is our new President."
Fortunately, my day was filled with wonderful surprises. Several wonderful text messages, e-mails, facebook notes, phone calls with my children, phone call from our bible study group - and one serendipitious few hours with God, the Lover of my Soul...

The next day I received a wonderful card from my heart friend/sister here in Germany. She had discovered some birthday cards from particular days in the past that reprinted that day and that year's entry from the Evengelische 'Die Losung'. (a daily devotional in German). My friend had purchased the day I was born and found the above verses in it.

These verses and her sweet words in her card encouraged me so.

and then I got word that a sweet young friend of mine has recently given her life to the Lord. YIPPEEEE!!!! Another birthday... She has not done this whimsically, she has not done it without thought. After speaking to her today, I believe that she has made this decision because her heart has been called to it. And I am thrilled. I am so thankful to God. I am so amazed at His wooing abilities. I have prayed for this young women for a little less than two years. I have wept over her, I have asked God to give me words of wisdom to share, I have laughed and I have cried with her. But tonight I rejoice with her (and so many others that have been praying for her way longer than I have!!!)

Because she begins a new Life. A life of learning how to follow Him. She will not know it all in a moment... a decade... hummmm a lifetime! But in the learning, she will begin to ask Him to guide her, to take Him as the one whose counsel she seeks! She will learn how to listen to His still small voice. Sometimes she will think, "This is the best thing for me!" and that 'thing' will not work out. Later down the road, she will marvel at how God protected her from herself. She will revel in the joys that He brings along her path. The gifts in relationship, in husband, children...

What a privilege to be part of her life in this growth stage. And I believe that she will seek Him. WOW! It will be fun to watch what God does.
I repeated words from the sermon we heard today... Guard your heart. I ask that you pray for her heart to be guarded and that she will find God's faithfulness and loving care to be an incredible new adventure!!!
mutating missionary

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

keep clear the exit!!!!

He wrapped himself in quotations- as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. - Rudyard Kipling
Das ist mich fuer 5 wochen... this is me for the last 5 weeks...

He was a genius - that is to say, a man who does superlatively and without obvious effort something that most people cannot do by the uttermost exertion of their abilities. - Robertson Davies

Ahhhh ich kenne einege von ihnen... hier in Deutschland und in USA... I know a few of these people... here in Deutschland and in the USA ... amazing

But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown. - Carl Sagan

Hummmm ... ich denke das ist ein guter Witz... Hummmm ... I think this is a funny statement.

Ich mag nicht die Wahlen... Das ist das erste Fragen in letzter Ziet. Ich habe gewaehlt. Aber es ist fuer mich privat. Ich bete. Gott weisst - und Er ist vertrauenswuerdig!

I don't like the elections. That is the first question in the last few weeks. I have voted. But it is for me PRIVATE! I pray. God knows. and He is trustworthy!
Lesen Romans 13 :-)
Read Romans 13 :-)

dein Mutating Missionary...

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Glaubst du das? Do you believe this?


"He hath made Him to be sin for us... that we might be made the righteousness of God..."

The modern view of the death of Jesus is that He died for our sins out of sympathy. The New Testament view is that He bore our sin not by sympathy but by identification. He was MADE TO BE SIN. Our sins are removed because of the death of Jesus, and the explanation of His death is His obedience to His Father, not His sympathy with us. We are acceptable with God not because we have obeyed, or because we have promised to give up things, but because of the death of Christ, and in no other way. We say that Jesus Christ came to reveal the Fatherhood of God, the loving-kindness of God; the New Testament says He came to bear away the sin of the world. The revelation of His Father is to those to whom He has been introduced as Saviour. Jesus Christ never spoke of Himself to the world as one Who revealed the Father, but as a stumbling block. John 14:9 was spoken to His disciples.

That Christ died for me, therefore I go scot free, is never taught in the New Testament. What IS taught in the New Testament is that "He died for all" (not - He died my death), and that by identification with His death I can be freed from sin, and have imparted to me His very righteousness. The substitution taught in the New Testament is twofold: "He hath made Him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him." It is not Christ FOR me unless I am determined to have Christ formed IN me."

from: Oswald - My Utmost for His Highest
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

taking an afternoon off

I love cold rainy days, cuddled up in a warm blanket, a cup of tea, a little bit of homework, early evening sunsets, soft jazz music, and Jiffy crunchy peanutbutter and banana...


Monday, October 27, 2008

Gott ist gut.

Ich habe eine Deutsche Fruendin. Ihrem man ist ein Americaner. Sie schickt eine Postkarte zu mir. Sie sagt das auf Deutsch:
I have a German friend. She is married to an American. She sent me a postcard. It said in German:

Isaiah 61:

"The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to captives, and freedom to prisoners; to proclaim the favorable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn in Zion, giving them a garland instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting, so they will be called oaks of righteousness, the plantin gof the Lord, that He may be Glorified."

Ich weiss das ist nicht mich - aber dass ist mein zeal - may God be glorified in my baby steps.
I know this is not me, but this is my desire - may God be glorified in my baby steps.

Ich finde es interessant, weil heute Morgan ich Isaiah 43 hat gelesen. Normalerweise gehe ich im die Psalmen am morgans.
It is interesting to me because this morning I read Isaiah 43. Usually I go to the Psalms in the morning.

"But now, thus says the LORD, your Creator, and He who formed you..., "Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine!" When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they will not overflow you. When you walk through the fire you will not be scorched, nor will the flame burn you. For I am the LORD your God, the Holy One of Israel your Savior; I have given Egypt as your ransom,... Since you are precious in My sight, since you are honored and I love you, I will give other men in your place an other peoples in exchange for your life. Do not fear, for I am with you... "

lesen der Rest - er ist gut! voll von Unterstuetzung!
read the rest, it is good! full of encouragement...

einen schonen Nacht!

Sunday, October 26, 2008


it has been several hours since my knees went all jelly-like and my heart pounded like the fawn we found when I was a child... hearts still pounding...legs aren't on the ground yet...

So the only thing I know to do is to run to my Lord...

Psalm 131

"O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me. Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me. (I) hope in the LORD from this time forth and forever."
I know that I love the LORD my God with all my heart, and all my strength, and all my mind...
He will surely quiet and compose me. He will surely establish my path. He will surely...
Oh LORD I'm so far out of my comfort zone.

Monday, October 20, 2008

ich habe heimweh

Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck. - George Carlin