The 8 blogs of Hanukkah - Night 1

The Revolt of Judas Maccabeus

" Coming without warning, he would set fire to towns and villages. He captured strategic positions and put to flight not a few of the enemy. 7 He found the nights most advantageous for such attacks. And talk of his valor spread everywhere. 8 When Philip saw that the man was gaining ground little by little, and that he was pushing ahead with more frequent successes, he wrote to Ptolemy, the governor of Coelesyria and Phoenicia, to come to the aid of the king’s government."



That's the way I plan to take over the world. Come without warning, setting fire to the minds, forever pushing ahead. It seems as though that's the only way to get things done these days-to come without warning. If you give a warning, you'll get protested and legislated to death.

Iris Jade is very thought inducing.

Funny, My grandma used to say "The Lord will never give you anything you can't handle."


I like to think that we have some say in what our plans are. Something like we have complete control over what we do and say-with no blame on anyone else. Like nothing is pre-determined unless we determine it. I like having that control over my life.
But then, it's always when those plans go awry that you find something you end up loving forever. Something you would have never even considered.
So...I don't know. Maybe there's this balance that God has created for us. Like he lets us have control, but if we start going in the wrong direction, he'll ruin our plans and show us what we really wanted to do.

I'm rambling and I really don't know. But I do know that what my grandma used to say gives me comfort in the whole thing: No matter what happens, you WILL be able to handle it.

There are no bad hair days.


Just good hat days.

Weekend Warriors

And our best friends.


The writers weren't kidding when they said all good things must end.
But then, some things are far too good

far too good to let go.
Some things and some lives are cut too short, too soon.

You never try to make the best of your time when you think you have plenty of it.

rest in peace, because your life was always in chaos.
Casey Calvert 1981-2007

playing with the type and alignment.

Perhaps leaves fall simply

to carry away all that we
thought we needed to say.

And perhaps trees in this way
purify themselves each
year knowing that there is

No thought so large that it
cannot be written on the
smooth, plain surface
of but a single

leaf.

I'm straggling already again. Like my feet are 10 paces behind the speed I want to go.
Dragging ass instead of hauling it.


This girl today was rocking socks with flip flops like it was a completely unakward thing to do. I thought that was fantastic.

I had a delightful conversation with an elderly British couple on the bus today. It certainly brightened up an otherwise dull day. A subtle reminder that the world is much bigger and yet so closely knit together than anyone can fathom.


tooyoung/tooold,tooloud/tooquiet,tooshort/tootall,
tooboring/toooutgoing,toosimple/toocomplex for this life.