Just today I expressed to a friend, “Something beautiful comes out of brokenness. I am a broken man.”
I am reminded, by my own experiences, that I am woefully inadequate to lift my eyes or my voice up to God.
(From a previous entry from 2012)
Early this morning I had a phrase run through my brain regarding the new week.
It was, “…a relentless pursuit of God.”
Let me say first, I am not one that quickly jumps onto the latest conspiracy theory.
Let me also say, however, that I believe it to be intellectually stimulating to be in a room of people, especially college age young people, and you begin to ask them questions as to what they believe.
I generally will ask them to not form a defense of their position, but merely to consider the validity of the question being raised.
It is known that Jerry Glanville, former Head Coach of the Atlanta Falcons left two tickets to every Falcons game at the Will Call Window for one person.
Who never came to get the tickets.
I may be writing to no one in particular.
But the reason for which I write is very specific in deed.
Much Respect…All Respect…
But not probable.
We all feel that way at some point.
No one is immune.
Where do you end up if you live in the south?
Waffle House of course.
T-Bone steak for me with double eggs and other stuff for her.
Our server, Cyan.