Churchy

It's weird searching for a new church... some seem too "churchy" and others not "churchy" enough.  I don't know if "churchy" is a word, but regardless, I'm trying to find the right amount of it.

The Hard Truths of Finger Dancing Season

I guess Summer is officially over.  Nothing makes my fingers dance like the rain drops do, apparently.  I just realized I just published my first words on my blog for the first time in 4 months.

If I were a good writer, I could reason it's the power of God channeling right down through the rain drops onto my paper.

You know how some people are like, "I don't know where those words came from, they just showed up on the page."  Some divinely inspired words.  The screen writer of the movie "Brave Heart" said he goes to bed every night praying about what he is going to write in the morning.

That's not me.

Make life sweet, a love ballad to my favorite beverages

I celebrate the sunrise every morning with 2 mugs of coffee, and the sunset every night with 2 mugs of beer.

Different types of mugs.

I fill em up and I sip em dry, both the same way.  1 sip at a time.

In the same ritualistic fashion- slowly.

When I was in 10th grade in Mr. Moberly's Drama class I did a monologue about how drinking black coffee makes you manly.  "You think Clint Eastwood ever took 2 sugars and a cream?  Of course not!  Cause Clint Eastwood is a man, and real men drink black coffee."

Its been 6 months now

Its been 6 months now,
and what's more painful is the lessening pain.
Somehow, before, all the tears felt so right;
like righteousness on Sundays.

I cry less,
and scream out less;
on the outside.
Which makes me sadder on the inside.

Funny I guess.