A Walk Down Memory Lane

So I went up into my attic today in search of a disc to play frisbee golf with later this afternoon. My attic is full of everything you can imagine, and I stumbled across some of my work from when I was 7 years old. Here is an excerpt from my journal:

Wed Oct 28, 1992 I would like to be and rtist wen I growe up. then i can do ale things rtists can do.

Now I admit my spelling has not changed too drastically since those days, but an artist? I found a bunch of drawings and multi-media work I did around the time, most of which were drawings of the USS Enterprise from Kirk's day. Man its been quite the afternoon, sitting here and remembering. I actually have the "Official Star Trek Fan Club of Canada Badge".

Its cool to think that the Lord has a plan for this life, and He has designed it so intricately and minutely, all for His own name's sake. One entry that caught my attention was this one:

Wed Sept 9, 1992 I wood like to have a turtle a little turtle.

Now I think I want to be a turtle. Swift to listen, slow to speak, slow to wrath, as James puts it.

Someone go dig up something of your past and share, I'd love to here how well you spelled back then, and what some of your hopes and dreams were.

Todd

Another Chapter...

Today I felt the presence of that ever quiet, ever secret mood which declares far and wide the ending of another page in life, and another chapter with it. I am now truly finished my first year of Trent University, having gone out with style and panache which only Calvin might muster. I felt it appropriate this year to finish my greek exam in costume, and after rising to the occasion by wearing ski goggles and a 'toy story' cape I passed on part of the attire to Heather, who found it quite enjoyable to super-hero her way out of University. After a windy game of frisbee golf and a fine supper, we proceeded to bake a 'Raspberry Cream Cheese Coffee Cake' for our fellow bible-study-leader comrade. It ended up that Lauren and cheese cake are not the best of friends, so we all travelled to the Stephensons to enjoy it. Good times.
However, another chapter is slowly ending, the door cracked open enough for me to glance back and remember what the Lord has done, and how I have been changed for his glory. It is crazy to think about how different things were at the close of my year at KLBC, when compared with this year. And how similar.
I am currently reading a small biography on Hudson Taylor after which I promise I will go down to braidwood and finish off "Holy War". These missionary biographies really wrench my heart, so that I am much in thought about missions, and Pakistan. The Lord has in store for me a journey I could not dream up with all the imagination I have been blessed with. I need to read some more biographies this summer. I should talk with Levi, he'd know some good ones.
Pray that I would discover the Lord's will this summer. My heart is full, and has much to think and dwell on. Peace and Shade to you, until tommorow...

(Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret p34)

"A little while: 'twill soon be past!
Why should we shun the promised cross:
Oh let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting for Him all else but loss:
Then, how will recompense His smile
The sufferings of this little while!"

Max in my guitar case. I love this cat, she's so cute!

Internet on the roof!

Jammin with my bro.

The Days Are Just Packed

Listening to some Jars. The Valley Song is rockin my heart.

Why is it that I find myself so restless in the face of such a full and abundant salvation.

In the famous words of Our Lady Peace:
'I'm bleeding by myself, but I'm Ok, yeahh'

---no, I'm not, but Christ is working things out---

Superman

A song from this weekend's night shifts. Enjoy

Superman

You were superman, wanting to fly so high.
Well you bombed out, just like Icharus you fell.
And you lay here, uncontrollably yourself.

If it wasn't for that rotten mind
You'd be alright, perfect infact.
But you, you wallow in pity and pride.

So pick up your mat, blind man
Open your eyes, walk in the light
You were meant for this life
So go on start living it!

Picture frames brace the walls with hero's and things
A little book, dusty with age, gets a look.
And you lay here with the knowledge of your fall.

This superman who wanted to fly so high
Found himself chasing after only the sky
But now he's changed, He has heaven written on his eyes.