I Serve A King & One Year Later

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This past weekend I spent time recording "I Serve A King" with a few of my friends! There is something about music that is therapy for me. It was long (8 hours to be exact) but fun! "I Serve A King" was the first song that I wrote, and is dear to my heart. For more, see below...

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I'll be vague on purpose. "I Serve A King" was written about 1 year ago when I found myself in a heartwrenching situation at my church. There was dishonestly in the atmosphere, people were torn & some made hasty, uninformed decisions. I was one of them. A good friend of mine felt impressed of the Lord to tell me to write a song about everything that had been going on leading up to and during the event. The Lord drew me to His Word. "I Serve A King" was written out of the book of Nehemiah. Scripture speaks of the walls of Jerusalem, how after their repair, their latter glory was great than the former. The Lord put this song on my heart, and in 20 minutes, "I Serve A King" was born.

For me, it's a song of Hope. No matter what, the Lord is still Holy. He is still worthy. He mends broken walls and restores them better than before. Look to Him. Trust the Lord. He is so Good. So Faithful. At times, we're tempted to look and follow people. I encourage you to look to, and trust in the Lord alone.

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Good things came in pairs...

Today was freaken rediculous. Re-di-cu-lous. There are busy days, and then there are days where I contemplate taking up drinking more than other days. I had, and still have, a relatively small mountain of stuff to do at work before Sunday, a huge move Saturday from my old house to my new home, recording, duties at home, and my super-cool blog to keep up with. I think it goes without saying that I will sleep well tonight. However, this truth didn't keep me from wanting to pull most of my hair out today. Then, on top of all of this, facebook gives me this:

Seriously? After the day I've had, I can barely spell my name, much less "pesticides sealants". 3 tries later, I entered it correctly. Success. It's a small victory, but I'll take it.

However, today wasn't all bad. I think that the Lord gives us hope if we'll look for it. For me, good things came in pairs. Lunch with Jacob today at Bistro Bironz (which I highly recommend), and Starbucks right now. I'll tell you, there's nothing quite like a Toffee Mocha Frappuccino to bring closure to one's day. 420 calories. 13g of fat. 270mg of sodium. 69g of sugar. AND IT'S ALL WORTH IT. Shoot, I may not finish it all after reading the nutrition fact, but I definitely deserve this!

To close, I leave you with this: everyday may not be a walk in the park, but we can walk every day with Jesus. Even at its worst, we still have hope in Him. I don't know where this blog finds you, but take heart!

Cops: The First Ingredient for the Perfect Morning

from left to right: cop writing my ticket, mcdonals menu where I had to repeat my order 18 times, and creeper guy

 Last night was my second night in our new house in Bossier. Today was my first experience with Bossier's finest. I was driving to work, passing the CenturyTel Center, when a motorcyle pulls me over! Needless to say, I find humor in everything, and I mean... everything, so I decided to joke around with him. He said that he was going to give me the benefit of the doubt and write me up for going 60 in a 45mph zone. Favor? What did make me feel better was seeing someone else get pulled over right in front of me. Awesome! Misery loves company. The cop told me to have a good morning. I said the same back and added, "by the way, I hope I never see you again". He laughed (Praise God).

After that, a sausage biscuit and a Diet Coke was definitely in order. I saw this commecial for Diet Coke, and that's exactly how I wanted to feel. Obviously.

Live like it's your party. Light it up. However, I made the mistake of getting stuck behind "weird-guy-who-has-to-get-out-of-his-car-to-pay-in-the-drive-thru".  Crap.

But today is a good day. Why? Because Jesus rocks, and I'm forgiven. Even when the cops pull me over for speeding (on accident) and the guy at McDonald's is mentally inept, I still have Grace. Prasie God.

Someone told me that I couldn't sing...

...and that's alright. When I start to feel bad, I just watch this video, and I feel so much better. I know this is a short post, but it'll make you smile. Just watch this video, please.

I Swear I'm Not a Hoarder...

There's nothing like a good moving day after years of living somewhere to show you just how much stuff we own! We don't realize how much junk we carry along with us until someone comes along and begins to clean it all out! In my room, I still had stuff from my 16th birthday party packed in my closet-- not gifts, mind you, decorations! Needless to say, I had to seriously re-evaluate if I had hoarding tendencies. Word of advice: "When in doubt, throw it out!"

I think that same thing can be said for our spiritual lives. I felt like the Lord dropped this thought in my mind-- there is a big difference between letting me clean you up, and you tucking your secrets back in the dark. To the outside world, both look the same, but there is a world of difference between the two. I want to challenge you today, let the Lord search you. I'm reminded of Psalms 51. Check it out sometime. It'd be a good read for us all.

As far as moving is concerned, I've determined that I'm not a hoarder. There is a big difference between the two. We both have huge stacks of magazines. Hoarders just have dead cats under them.

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Real Life & Race-Running

Lead worship at Real Life & Chi Alpha today! Fun stuff! It's always a privilage to lead God's people into worship. I learned that I really like Chicken & Bean soup, I'm really good with awesome babies named Beckett, and this: Life is a Race, and it's all about how you finish.....

I think so many of us get caught up in our failures. Brad preached tonight about running the race that Christ has set before us. We're not perfect-- no one is. We all fall. It takes a real man, a real woman, to get back up-- to press on to the high mark that is in Christ Jesus. I don't want to re-preach what he shared, but I want to encourage you how the Holy Spirit encouraged me: You can do this, with Christ's help. We can be winners. We are more than conquerors. Jesus loves you. He's not mad at you. He's madly in love with you.

 

On a completely different note... in direct contrat to my last post.... I find myself at Barnes & Noble's again. In my humble defense, Starbucks was packed. It's been the first day of great weather in Shreveport. (Great weather for us is NOT 103 and 99.99% humidity. ) It's been about 65 degrees today, and people flocked to the cafes.

On a random side note: When I was a kid, I used to freak out when the humidity was 99%. I thought that if it ever hit 100% that meant that the air would turn to water and we'd all drown. Think about it. It made sense at the time.

Barnes & Noble & Homework?

Barnes & Noble is the best, and worst, place to do homework. On one hand, I get to look all artsy and contemporary with my laptop and wireless connection. People look at me and assume that I am smart and educated because I am vigourously typing on my computer and have a stack of books next to me that look used and broken it. What they don't know if that I just started a Blogger account and am blogging. I have been on facebook for the past hour and have only gotten 20% of my homework done. I guess doing homework at Barnes & Noble is like plastic fruit. It's probably the best looking thing you every did see, but it's useless when you have the munchies. My advice kids-- stay at home, go to the library, because a barista yelling "PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE NO WHIP EXTRA FOAM" every 34.5 seconds is hardly a scholastic environment.