Inspired by and compiled from conversations with my Grandpa, who lived with my family during my formative years. He’s the first literalist I ever met and frequently said: “You talk so much, you talk so much, you worry me to death.”

We may never know how others will one day benefit from our sacrifices, but hopefully they will one day appreciate them.

Thanks to my cousin Michelle who helped me think of a third meaning and examples for a few stanzas.

I personally have never seen the appeal of amusement park rides, possibly because my inner pessimist is sure I’ll break my neck on one. How was my description, given I’ve never even been on a roller coaster ride?

Seriously, though, Happy Pi Day to all—I’ll be celebrating with friends...and...plenty of pie.

What do you think? Is my theory valid?

May all have peaceful slumber tonight.

The age old question: is the grass greener elsewhere? Or is it that fewer sheep are grazing there?

This is for those who struggle with insomnia and/or just find it difficult to go to bed.

Never thought I had artistic talent until I sat down at a potter’s wheel and started slinging clay. Now I wish I’d started earlier. Never let your fears prevent you from discovering hidden aspects of your personality.

For You formed my inward parts;
            You wove me in my mother’s womb.

I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
            Wonderful are Your works,
            And my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from You,
            When I was made in secret,
            And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;

Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
            And in Your book were all written
            The days that were ordained for me,
            When as yet there was not one of them.

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
            How vast is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.
            When I awake, I am still with You.
Psalm 139:13-18 NASB

For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:22-28 ESV

Most things seem perfect at the start, but when the novelty wears off one starts to wonder if they’re worth pursuing after all.

Somewhat ironic how sometimes the things we hate the most, actually help more than hurt.

Inspired by a recently observed father-child interaction.

This really isn’t that novel—what I’d like to know is who will pay me to take a siesta at work and if I’ll still be able to finish the day’s work?

https://www.bizjournals.com/bizwomen/news/latest-news/2018/05/whos-falling-asleep-on-the-job.html?page=all

Yes, you guessed it, this man’s experience is why to this day, being angry is referred to as “having a cow.”

Doctor diagnosis