Goodbye

Well, I'm finally leaving blogspot and moving to tumblr. It's been a long time coming but I think after reaching the 200 post mark and the Steelers losing the superbowl, it's time for something new. If you still would like to follow me, I'll be here: http://memoirs-of-a-slumdog.tumblr.com/

It's been fun.

I believe everything does happen for a reason, but life is also very ironic. Living from day to day is really different. Still discovering the fact that I'm not in control.

For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Sprit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children.

I wish someone could illustrate this emotion/love/beautiful thing. These words make the most loving and awesome picture in my mind. I feel secure and strong and confident.

The funny thing about me is that I wouldn't mind going out like this when I'm older. Being 75 and just playing in a small setting with people that just love to listen and experience musicians. True musicians. Not producers and figureheads. I can see myself in that chair.

I could listen to the blues forever.

February 14th

Why does Valentine's Day exist?

I think this year more than ever before I've totally forgotten that it's a holiday and that it's real. I just don't really understand why. If you're with someone you can love them or treat them any day you want. And if you have someone in mind I feel like you could put yourself out there anyday. I just don't understand what the significance is. Maybe people are unhappy and they just need an excuse to go out and try to spice up their lives since it's celebrated that everyone does it. But at the same time everyone doesn't. Maybe it's a mental thing? Still don't get it.

But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we dont yet have, we wait for it patiently.
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will.

Romans 8:24-27

I Love this.

True Love

"God is not found in religion, or nature, or other people. God is not found in rules and church. God is found in love, which saturates all things in the moment it saturates us. That is the miracle of being made in the image of God. When we ask Him to, He will spill out of us and inhabit everything we touch. I want to touch as many and as much as I possibly can. I’m walking in power now, in glory, in honor, in praise. I am finally believing that I am loved, I know that I was made to love. And that has changed everything."

It is 2:54 in the morning and I just read one of the most emotionally gripping testimonies I've ever come in contact with. I'm truly speechless at the moment. What I find very interesting is that I've seen many times, even in my own life how God constantly reminds me that I'm not in control. That I can't fix me or my situations. I push so hard to be a super hero to only come to the conclusion that I fall short. I have a pride issue. I think I know what justice is, I think I know what is right and what's wrong, only to find out that I'm consuming myself through my alleged knowledge. Knowing "things" doesn't really matter. Knowing "things" doesn't save me from myself. This life is such a paradox. I'm just so thankful that God is greater than all this. That he is working upon our behalf. That he loves us so much that he'd do anything for us.

I found one of the most compelling quotes from the testimony to be:

“You have to realize that when given the choice between you and Jesus, God chose you and put Jesus on the cross.”

That is love.

Honestly, I'd never really ever thought about it like that before. But here I am, only because of what he's done. I can never be thankful enough.

Keep The Peace