::: a few thoughts on romans 6ish:::

::: or "the best is yet to come and, babe, wont it be fine?" or im so dumb :::

(this thing has more titles than i know what to do with)
every time i write something, i think its perfect. i mean--i am a genius! i dont even need to edit this. its perfect just the way i wrote it and i dont need to do another thing to it and wow, i cant believe that i wrote something that amazing. and then i let it sit for a little bit [like 8 minutes] and then i realize that there is soooo much that is wrong with it that i dont know how i could show my face in public--let alone an english class--ever again. its exactly like when i was driving home this time and i thought i was probably going to die from hunger and all i really wanted was waffle house but there wasnt one anywhere...i was very distressed because i was going to pass out and i was getting so sleepy and i just wanted to eat at a waffle house and i drove through town after town that didnt have a waffle house and then finally i decided that i couldnt take it anymore and i settled for taco bell [dont misunderstand, i really do like taco bell, but still] and then the next--the very next--town i went through had a waffle house. its like that song-- you think you've seen the sun but you ain't seen it shine / ... you think you've flown before but you ain't left the ground / ...the best is yet to come and, babe, wont it be fine? and you yell back at the franksinatra that no, i have the best right now--without you. and then frank says to me once more that "i aint seen nothin' yet." and i melt [because hes franksinatra and hes great like that] and say ok, franksinatra, you win--when i pick a plum and hum it will be the best. its like me every day: [did you notice my all-of-a-sudden fascination with colons in this post? i dont understand.] apparently, sometimes i like to induldge my sinful nature. and then, when im asked [or told] to stop i get all irritated and upset because i dont want to stop. i act as if stopping the sin in my life is the worst thing that could possibly happen; as if stopping the sin pattern is sentencing myself to a lifetime of misery. and then i read romans six and it reminds me if one dies, one is set free from sin, alive in Christ, and will be united with him in his resurrection. there are worse things that could happen. its like that cs lewis quote: [something along the lines of] 'we are like that little kid who is really happy playing in mud puddles simply because we cant imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the seaside. we are far too easily pleased.' im so dumb. no one ought to like mud puddles that well and i dont either, except sometimes or a lot. [apparently, my vacation-destination-decider is [really very] broken.] and then i realize that i have been offered--once again--a holiday at the sea. perhaps ill should see what i can do about taking this offer. a holiday at the seashore doesnt sound too shabby at all, really.

(3/14/2004 11:58 PM )