Ten Years

I've had a pretty interesting weekend.
Friday night after work, Dan came over. See, we had decided we wanted to go to Steak'n'Shake to try their new breakfast. Somehow, we came to the conclusion that the only way it would work was if one of us stayed over and we left early in the morning. Since my parents were on their return from Boston with my dad's new toy, we decided to just hang out at my house. For some inexplicable reason, we decided to just stay up all night. Well, I made it all the way through the night, but Dan crashed for a couple hours around 4:30. Then it was off to SnS for some delicious eats. Before we left, we had a few interesting encounters while chatting in the parking lot.

When I got home, I realized I was not in the least bit tired, and for some crazy reason I felt the desire to run. So, I put on my tennis shoes and took off. Now, I'm not much of a runner (as pretty much all of you know), so it was more of a run/walk/run/walk/run... Pretty soon after I left I realized just how hot and muggy of a day it was turning out to be. The beanie I had been wearing quickly left my head and found it's way to my pocket. Somewhere toward the end of my "run" I decided the shirt had to go too. Unfortunately, it doesn't fit in my pocket as easily as my hat. So, I ended up finishing off the run with my shirt hanging out of the back of my shorts. I probably looked like I had a tail. A really odd tail.

That wasn't the most embarrassing thing I did this weekend though. Nope. Not at all. Kenzie came home from her week long mission trip in New Jersey. Being the nerd that I am, I decided to make a fool of myself in front of all the people she was on the trip with and I showed up to pick her up dressed as Clark Kent/Superman. Yeah. I'm a nerd.

Now onto something a little more serious.
(Disclaimer: I make the assumption that my readers are Christian as I'm pretty sure the only people who read this are my friends. If by some chance you have come across my blog by some other manner and you are not a Christian, I apologize for the assumption.)

So, today on TV there was a commercial for "The Doctors" and on it they said "Who here wants to look 10 years younger?". Now, I know what they mean and all, but for me that would be really odd. That's over half my age. And yes, it puts a funny picture in your head, thinking "If I looked like I were 9 years old tomorrow..." But it also got me thinking about some more serious stuff. Like the fact that I've already been on this earth for nearly two decades. How weird is that? But more than that, it made me think about the future. About the next ten years. I mean if you are truly honest with yourself, where do you want to be in ten years? Or more so, where do you think you WILL be? Will you have a degree? How about a job? A career? Who will you be friends with? What about marriage? Children?
For me, I'd really like to have a nice job and be settled down. Maybe have a kid or two. Or a dog. I hope I'll still be friends with my current friends. I can't imagine what life would be like without some of them. But the truth is, a lot can change in ten years. And a lot of that is completely out of our control. I guess, simply put, we just have to "Let go and let God." We need to give ourselves completely to him.
  "I know You're God and all... and You're all knowing and all seeing and you see our lives beyond the limits of time, but I just feel like I can handle this part of my life myself."
Sounds pretty stupid if you ask me. But we all say it. Maybe not so bluntly, but by not fully giving ourselves to Him it's exactly what we're saying. I do it too, don't get me wrong. I just feel like if we all try to give God a little more control in our lives, it will be a lot easier.

This doesn't mean that we have to pray about every decision in our lives and not act until we hear from God. But pray for his guidance in your decisions. And when you make choices, ask yourself if the choice you made is glorifying to Him. I know you probably hear that quite a bit, but really think about it. If someone who didn't know you at all based their entire perception of you off that one decision, what would they think of you? And what if they then found out that you were a Christian, and then associated your actions with God? The truth is, it happens quite often. I've heard stories of people who were completely turned off from the Christian faith because of the way that just one person, who bears the Christian name, presented their self.

Well, my thoughts are getting kind of scattered, and this post is getting kind of long, so I think I'll wrap it up.
Three final things before I go.

1. This is kind of hypocritical as I don't follow it much myself but I'm working on it. Comments. They're great. Not only just for feedback and criticism (which I always welcome), but they also just let you know that people are actually reading what you have to say. So even short little quips are awesome to get.
2. I've been finding it kind of hard to come up with topics (as most of them come to me when I have no time to write), so any suggestions on what to write about will be seriously considered, and most likely attempted.
3. I don't have a three. I thought I did, but now there's nothing. But I'd just rather not go back and change the "three" to a "two". So, I guess I do have a "three". I basically just write whatever comes to my mind and don't do too much editing. So I apologize for random tangents and for writing that is "all over the place".