<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:06:22.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>××××× live. love. learn. repeat.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340.post-6147403884573685592</id><published>2009-05-24T00:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:46:27.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Kellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I first met Kellie on a Spiritual Life Retreat with Wesley, where she performed at the talent show. Not many of us knew her very well at the time, but when she started singing, all of our mouths dropped to the floor. In that one song, I felt that I instantly knew who she was and the heart inside. From there, we spent countless hours and many sleepless nights playing guitar and recording. Listening to some of her songs as I write this reminds me of how powerful she had already become as a songwriter and that it was never about the actual music. Instead, it was merely a medium in which to glorify God and what He was doing in her life. There were also iHop trips, getting lost in Houston, studying insomnia, etc. Needless to say, being around Kellie was an amazing experience. And, though we grew apart after I graduated and left town, anytime I would see her, it was an instant reconnection that seemed even stronger than before. When I'm away from friends for a period of time, we are always excited to see one another upon reuniting. But with Kellie, it was magnified and multiplied. I will never figure out how her body contained her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Move ahead to this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I first heard the news of what happened, the main reaction I had was that of frustration and anger. For some reason, I felt angry with her that this happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I began to feel frustrated with myself. Frustrated that I had let so much time pass without seeing or contacting her, now thinking there was something I could have done if I had been closer more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frustrated that I couldn't (and still can't) answer the question of why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking in from the outside, it's so easy to see the decisions we think she should have made and the path we feel she should have taken. However, I've come to realize that it is anything but simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And, after hearing things at the service on Wednesday that felt like God speaking directly to my heart, I felt so calm - both for myself and for her. When I look back now, after the sadness had passed, I can't believe I felt anything else for her other than a sense of calm. I said before that what she went through was not simple. The pain she dealt with was not simple. Any thoughts surrounding her decisions are not simple. What is simple, however, is her heart and its desire for God. Kellie was consumed by belief in and love for the Father. Thus, the simple truth granted to her, and to us, by Christ himself, is the gift of eternal life. And it is a gift that cannot be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Romans 8: 38 - 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The love of God is eternal. The belief in God is eternal. There is absolutely nothing, not even a decision made at the end of our lives, that can change that simple fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thumbing through my bible the past few days has done nothing but remind me of the infinite nature of salvation. It is something we do not deserve, but by believing in Him we are given anyway. We cannot lose it or give it back to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It is unending and unchanging, enduring forever. Salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is a reminder that Christ went before us to absorb the entirety of our sins so that we will never die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter how long we live it, this life is only temporary - we have not yet begun to truly live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know something like that is the very definition of calm. And surely, without doubt, Kellie is now calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song of Kellie's called 'Give Me Your Pain' - the first one I heard - that became my very favorite. I loved getting to play it with her. But, more than that, I love watching her play it. She would pour her heart into it every single time. It seemed to hold amazing meaning for her, and when you listen to the words, it defines her. Starting out, the narrator is broken, longing for God to hold her. Then, along the course of the song, she pleads for Jesus to hear her broken cry and train her in the fight, so she might wage on in the war and find her true life. Finally, clinging to the cross, she proclaims that the kingdom of God has come, His will be done, and that she is a child of the Father. And, to close this out, I will share the final lyric with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I've been trained in the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I've won; it's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Victory is ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So wage on, my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wage on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kellie - be still now. You have fought, and truly, you have your eternal victory. You are with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28250340-6147403884573685592?l=distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/6147403884573685592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28250340&amp;postID=6147403884573685592' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/6147403884573685592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/6147403884573685592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-kellie.html' title='For Kellie'/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340.post-5067595968885446550</id><published>2007-10-11T01:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:09:27.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coming Change: A Symphony in the Key of Self-Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A disclaimer: there's absolutely nothing new or interesting in this post. If you've ever read a single post by me, ever, this is probably a reiteration of everything I've discussed at one point or another. Also, this whole concept may be a little cheesy, but when it came to me I got excited. However, when I got started, it was quite difficult to piece together my meandering thoughts. I can't say I'm entirely pleased with the result, but it's a post nonetheless. Maybe next time something better will flow forth from my mind. But, for now, enjoy - or feel free to skip this one at your leisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There come times, whether often or scarce, that we all stop and look at ourselves. At the moment, I am at that time. Throughout this post, it may seem like I'm tearing myself down or being overly critical, but it's merely self-analyzation, and not much more. I'm just looking at myself and trying to be honest. And, if I were to be honest with myself, at this very moment in the general aspect of life, I am lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mvmt I: The Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the journey. Music starts off soft and stays that way; the notes don’t change and the sound remains stagnant. This is my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No closer to a job, no closer to a career, no closer to some image of a life. Now, I'm definitely not saying that I want work to be my life, but I can't have much of a life without some type of career. But, as of right now, a year and a half after graduating from college, I am doing absolutely nothing with my life. More than that, I'm barely trying to do anything. Sure, I'm studying for an actuary exam. But, in all honesty, I am setting myself up with a lot of false hope of ever passing that exam. I just simply can't do any of the later, more difficult work. It's not a positive reinforcement issue - I literally can't do the work. This only leads to doubt piled upon my lack of self esteem, and there are days when I just want to give up and do nothing with my life and be nothing. No aspirations, no dreams, no anything. But, that is not who I want to be. I still want a future, even if I'm not yet on the road to get there. Still, like I said before, I'm hardly trying to get to that road. It's almost as if I'm keeping myself in this situation in which I don't ultimately want to be. At the moment, either because of myself, fear of the future or change, or some other factor, I can't seem to take another step to anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mvmt II: The Odd Wheel &amp;amp; The Pam Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the love. Music swells and fades, but is constantly moving; the notes are all different, and the sound comes and goes. This is my emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do I know about relationships? Nothing. In 23 years, I have not been in one actual serious relationship (not counting before 9th grade, because let's face it, they don't count and one in college in which we had an unspoken mutual “not really talk to each other except on AIM” policy). And that fact, even though it shouldn't have a huge effect, makes me quite sad when I think about it. More often than not, I'm usually the odd wheel of a group. Do you know how much fun it is to be the 5th wheel? It's not the best feeling. I will admit that somewhere deep, deep down, I am really happy for the people who have someone right now or are getting engaged or married. But, at the risk of sounding selfish, I'm not doing those things - I have none of that, and I'm nowhere close. Anytime I do get close, it ends up being one-sided and I'm left being, "just a friend." And, even though the way you'll read that sounds very demeaning, I love having those close friends, but I end up wanting more from certain people. And, though it's totally cliche to relate to a TV show, Jim's dialogue at the end of the season finale of The Office, Season 2 could have been written from my life. Now, being out of college and having little to no social skill or self-esteem in dealing with the opposite sex, I don't picture any spark igniting anytime soon. On top of that is a choosy nature that borders on insanity and extreme superficiality (think Chandler in the Friends episode where he can only focus on a woman's flaws). I consciously know that I have passed up several girls due to my nature. I play devil's advocate with myself constantly on this issue, and I have a very hard time trying to change it. When it comes to women, I'm superficial, needy, somewhat irrational, probably a little hypocritical, and have my own way of thinking about everything from beauty to personality to spirituality. I have this empty puzzle piece of an idea, and I'm trying to find a girl who fits. Call me delusional, but doesn't everyone deserve to find that fit? Maybe not, and I need to settle with someone and learn to love them. But is that real? You learn to love your annoying friends. You learn to love people who disagree with you. But I don't think pure, passionate love is learned. It just is - and I want it. But, there are so many conflicting ideas in what I just wrote and throughout my mind relating to women, I have a hard time finding what I really feel. I hate the way I am and the way I deal with all this stuff, but I don't know how to change something like this. Maybe someone will come along someday and shatter everything I've set up for the unbelievably better. Or, maybe I'll die alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok...I apologize for the over dramatic at the end there, but it just felt right. moving on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mvmt III: The Good Fight or How I Gave Up and Tried to Live On My Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the beginning and the end. Music would be triumphant, but dissonant, desiring resolve; there would be one note, and the choir would sing like angels. However, the musicians quit early and are off doing their own business. This is my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really can't say much other than I struggle constantly with maintaining my spiritual life. Actually, can you maintain something you don't really have anymore? The truth is, my spiritual life has dissipated, a word meaning 'to cause to spread thin and gradually vanish.' A more perfect statement could not be said about what I have done to myself in regards to faith. Prayer, church-going, spiritual thought/reading - it's all been driven from my life. And not because I wanted it gone, but because I let it go. I know I haven't lost it completely for the simple truth that I want and need God in every conceivable aspect of my life and heart. But, even though I know that God is constantly with each and every person who believes or knows His truth, there is a distance between Him and me. A distance which grows every day I'm too stubborn to turn around and take steps back towards Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mvmt IV: The Revelation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the catalyst. Silence. This is change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what is the point of all this? The point, the problem, the potential solution are all me. All of this stems from me. I am the cause of everything I am, everything I am doing and everything I think and feel. I play devil's advocate with most issues which turns me into a two-sided paradox of emotion and thought that continuously compounds frustration, confusion, and helplessness. I don't know whether my life needs a change or I need to change within my life or both. I'm generally happy with who I am and the way things are - let's face it, sitting around all day playing video games, browsing the internets, and watching TV is relaxing [for me]. And I can definitely assert that I am not depressed nor do I not hate life or think life sucks or have any other melancholy emo thought running through my mind. But when real stuff, e.g. the topics above, begin to trickle into my train of thought, all I do is realize that I am completely lost. And I know it's because of what I'm doing with life. Life is a gift, and I've yet to accept it or live it to any kind of potential. Now, not to boast myself as some great beacon of blogging light, but I feel my previous post came out amazing. When I go back and read it, I find myself saying, "why am I not doing this yet?" And, I cannot find the answer anywhere. But, even though I feel lost and without answers, I still find these words encouraging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. For God knew his people in advance, and he chose them to become like his Son, so that his Son wold be the firstborn, with many brothers and sisters. And having chosen them, he called them to come to him. And he gave them right standing with himself and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he promised them his glory&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;  -Romans 8: 28-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, above all, though I may not be altogether right with myself or the issues of my so-called life, it's nice to know that there is hope beneath it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28250340-5067595968885446550?l=distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/5067595968885446550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28250340&amp;postID=5067595968885446550' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/5067595968885446550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/5067595968885446550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/2007/10/coming-change-symphony-in-key-of-self_8689.html' title='The Coming Change: A Symphony in the Key of Self-Reflection'/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340.post-3399113835031047298</id><published>2007-05-28T03:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:09:37.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I suddenly got the urge to post...(courtesy of a very convincing threat from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://superscoffer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://superscoffer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;. And, as such, this shall be her official post on my sparse blog). I am seriously not cut out to contribute to the blogging community. I never have the urge to post unless I have something profound to say. And I'm not really the kind of person who can just blog my daily activities (mainly because they only consist of waking up, sitting around, and going to sleep). However, this is something I've wanted to post on for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, to begin, this is my life at the present time. No, I still do not have a job. Earlier today, I did apply for a couple positions for which I'm probably not qualified. Oh well. I keep telling myself, "at least I'm trying." I have, however, found where in Dallas I want to live - &lt;a href="http://www.thevillageapts.com/index_flash.shtml"&gt;The Village&lt;/a&gt;. It's this amazing community of 14 rather new apartment complexes. It has it's own country club and is in a great part of Dallas. If I had the money to move and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; find a job, I'd be there tomorrow, furnishing an apartment with an endless amount of IKEA furniture. Oh well again. On a higher note, I am really glad it's summertime because that means I actually have fun people in the area with which to hang out rather than complain about how bored and lonely I am. The catch-22 is I don't know much else to do other than watch movies and DVDs and play Guitar Hero. Such is my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to business. This is Paramore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/jarrodmthompson/paramore_blog.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Heart&lt;/span&gt; (arguably their best song, and my new personal favorite of all songs, ever):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p254/jarrodmthompson/my_heart2a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are amazing, that song is amazing, and I am ordering you to &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8vHQXdgoOmM&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;watch and listen&lt;/a&gt;. Go, now. I'll wait.....Amazing, right? Yes (and, on a side note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would marry Haley faster than you can say cellar door). Well, I have been listening to that song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Heart&lt;/span&gt;, over and over for like the last 40 minutes (on my new astounding in-ear headphones), and I have wanted to post something about it since I heard it. It is an amazingly simple song, but has such an truthful cry: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'This heart, it beats / beats for only you (this heart) / My heart is yours.' &lt;/span&gt;Everything about this song gives me chills, and every time I hear it, I come close to tears. Now, I consider myself a spiritual guy, so I take the meaning of this song spiritually (it also doesn't hurt that everyone in the band is a Christian, but the topic of 'Christian bands' is a different post altogether). Every word in this song has come out of my mouth in one way or another over the course of my life. I've been at the bottom and completely wrong about life. I've realized on far too many occasions that I cannot live my life alone - the times that I've tried have been nothing without God. And, each time I come to the edge of myself, I have to stop and listen and find that sound of who I once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as much as I've said "my heart is yours," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and as much as I'd like to convince myself that I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I do not believe that I have ever completely given up my heart. It awes me to great extent to think about how that would feel. I honestly do not know if amazing, or great, or any other similar adjective would do that feeling justice. I'm not even sure if that's how it would feel. But, when the thought of releasing my heart from my hands rolls across my mind, I somehow feel comforted. And not just spiritually. How great would it be to give your heart to everything in your life? To say my heart is yours to the things you do and to every person important to you? That's a huge thought for me. Maybe because I lack a lot of motivation lately when it comes to doing just about anything in my life. Or maybe because I have complete control over my heart and what it does and how it feels. It's been an entire year, and I think I've looked for a job for an amount of time no longer than an half a day. I complain to myself incessantly about my life - loneliness, girls, boredom, etc - but never do anything about it. And the sad thing is that I remember what it was like putting my heart into things. I remember really enjoying my life and following my heart. But somehow I've lost touch with who I am (as cliche as that sounds), and I've slowly taken my heart back from the places it's been. I remember playing guitar for worship like there was no tomorrow. And I remember being at Breakaway, hands raised without question, singing louder than I ever thought possible. I even remember pouring my heart into schoolwork and actually trying and caring about that knowledge and my future. But, as the song says, I am nothing now and it's been so long since I've heard the sound. So, I guess now I start again. Start to have passion. Start to listen for His words and His song in my life. Start to find a place where I can truly say, "my heart is yours," because I never want to sing alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This heart, it beats, beats for only You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28250340-3399113835031047298?l=distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/3399113835031047298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28250340&amp;postID=3399113835031047298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/3399113835031047298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/3399113835031047298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340.post-2688686055494236312</id><published>2006-12-17T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:23:54.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I could go into what has been going on since my last post and why I am extremely lazy when it comes to blogging but, Mallory leaves for Africa in like a day and I promised her a post so a post she shall have. So, let's just get right into something worthwhile (other than facts like I beat Guitar Hero 2 on expert like three days after release...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting here lifeless, staring at the cursor blink on and off for 52 minutes, I have absolutely nothing cognitive of my own to say. I felt like I might be able to relate this vacancy of thought to the current state of my life. I had wanted to illustrate my life as a perpetual state of sleep and somehow work in Ephesians 5: 14 about the sleeper waking from the dead via the light of Christ, but nothing came. Then I thought I could possibly give some personal insight into my feelings, as I have been rather lonely since my re-arrival in Duncanville. This would have segued nicely into talking about girls which, in turn, would have lead into the topic of hope in God. This topic probably would have ended with the sentence, "the sun will rise tomorrow." I also though I might fall back on my favorite beaten-horse topic of spiritual fighting because, let's face it, I am not the model of constant spirituality and am always dealing with some battle of faith - be it doubt, complacency, et cetera (see any one of the previous posts for inspiration on fighting the 'good fight'). This would have involved a citation of Romans 8: 37 saying, "we are more than conquerors through him who loved us" and would have conjured visions of Spartans and gladiators and other various warriors. I could go on and on with topic ideas that hold no merit or actual substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, through this myriad of topics I was reminded of a passage that sums up everything I am and that I need to hear and believe at this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"When I saw him, I fell at his feet though dead. But he placed his right hand on me, saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;'Do not be afraid; I am the first and the last, and the living one. I was dead, and see, I am alive forever and ever&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Revelation 1: 17-18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mallory: You are amazing and doing something I'm not sure I could ultimately go through. The very fact that you, and many others, are going to help is hope in itself for those children and for countless others. Do not be afraid, He is with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28250340-2688686055494236312?l=distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/2688686055494236312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28250340&amp;postID=2688686055494236312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/2688686055494236312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/2688686055494236312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-i-could-go-into-what-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340.post-115283292406704208</id><published>2006-07-13T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:38:27.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/worldofharrypotter.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/400/worldofharrypotter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you know that Dumbledore actually dies in book six?! I thought people were just joking.....I'm kidding, of course. But, I did finally finish the sixth Harry Potter book. I had postponed reading it 1) because I haven't had the time and 2) because I've wanted to wait for something new Harry Potter to happen (like the next movie or final book) so I don't have a huge boring gap of nothing. Well, I do not regret reading it now as it was quite good. Not as good as the fifth (my personal favorite), but still excellent nonetheless. Now all I have to do is wait for the final book and for Harry not to die *crosses fingers*. I do seriously wish I was a wizard. Learning spells, bewitching things to do my bidding, quidditch, the general 'having exceptional magical abilities' aspect of it all. I guess I'd still have to find a job though.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of jobs, I still don't have one. I know, you're shocked. I really do want a job, but my lack of useful experience has led me into a frustrating realization that I am qualified for absolutely nothing. And, having no experience at anything worthwhile, I am having to claw my way up just to even reach the bottom of the ladder. I'm not even sure what I want to do or can do. It's extremely difficult and kinda overwhelming when you have no definite direction in life (or, rather, infinite directions to choose from). Then, on top of that, there is always the fear of going in the wrong direction. And, when all these things (along with many other just as disheartening ideas in my life) come crashing together and keep me from sleeping at night, I just want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I am never allowed to give up. There is always a voice, whether a whisper or an enormous roar, that continually comforts me. Upon searching my all-knowing Oswald Chamber book, I found some verses and passages that I was meant to see in the midst of what I am in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When we realize how feeble we are in facing difficulties, the difficulties become like giants, we become like grasshoppers, and God seems to be nonexistent. But remember God's assurance to us - 'Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you' (Hebrews 13:5)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't know how to say it better. What is said in that passage is life. We come to things that seem to overpower every aspect of our lives. The demons fill our heads and our hearts, making us to believe that we will never see the other side of our own conflict. They make us doubt ourselves, create false ideas for ourselves, and never let us see our true lives. But, God has control over everything. It's as simple as that. For me, I know my demons all too well: self-doubt, worry, jealousy, among many others. And I know, to rid myself of these things, I have to believe that God is truly in control. Therein lies the difficulty of faith. We just have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;. We have to believe with everything that we are that God is in control and knows what lies far and beyond the reach of what our own eyes can see. Believing is exponentially simple in concept, but I'm finding that it is, at times, rarely easy to fully achieve. I cannot see it now but, through all this difficulty, I somehow just know that I will look back on everything that is happening now, whether within or out of my control, whether things I want desperately or things I wish would not be, whether suspicions of what may be occurring or the reality of what has happened, or whether I was seated in happiness or struggling to feel anything at all, I will know that God was there, and it will be as easy as breathing to say, "My heavenly Father knew of this." And that will make learning how to live tomorrow all over again that much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jesus said there are times when God cannot lift the darkness from you, but you should trust Him. At times God will appear like an unkind friend, but He is not; He will appear like an unnatural father, but He is not; He will appear like an unjust judge, but He is not. Keep the thought that the mind of God is behind all things strong and growing. Not even the smallest details of life happen unless God's will is behind it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischief managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28250340-115283292406704208?l=distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/115283292406704208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28250340&amp;postID=115283292406704208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/115283292406704208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/115283292406704208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/2006/07/did-you-know-that-dumbledore-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340.post-115156737720604841</id><published>2006-06-29T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:38:27.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/four.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/200/four.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/nine.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/200/nine.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/eight.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/200/eight.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....and, I'm back, again. I do apologize for the gap between posts - vacation kinda got in the way. It's hard to type when your flying down a roller coaster or in a dark ride. Vegas was fun. I didn't win anything, but I didn't really go to win. It was really just a side tour before the main attraction. And let me tell you, Disneyland was amazing. I think it is one of my favorite places. Ever. There's just something about it that makes you happier, not matter what might be going on. God even hit me with some stuff while relaxing in the ginormous lounge area of our hotel, but, I'll post more on that next time. After not having been in like 8 years, it felt good to see all the shows, ride my favorite rides, enjoy the new things, eat churros, and see Alice. I miss it already and would go back in a heartbeat. Then, like a week after I got home, I got to go to Sea World and lake party. This month has seriously owned all other months thus far in 2006. This past week was not only fun, but I learned alot about various sexual positions and tilting, turning, lashing, and smiling. Girls have so much life knowledge, it's amazing. And, if you thought learning or hanging out with my favorite people ever was fun, wait until I tell you about Guitar Hero. Holy crap. I can't even think of words to describe the fun of Guitar Hero. Let's just say, if I had a job, I would tempted to quit an start a Guitar Hero band. ...ok, maybe not. But, it is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, though amazingly fun, made me somewhat sad. It was kind of a reminder of how things are changing for me. And I know change is ultmately good and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I have to move on, but my heart is still in that place and with those people. I still have such a connection to everything in College Station. It's my only connection really. And it's hard sometimes to be hit with that reality of I'm really not going to be there in the same way ever again. I totally don't want to sound selfish or self-righteous or seem like I'm fishing for sympathy/compliments but I hope that at least one person genuinely misses me. I know everyone can say, "I miss you," but to have left enough of an impression/impact on people for someone to truly feel missed when they're gone would be amazing. I guess that's what alot of people strive for - that meaning to others. Now, I don't mean this all-encompassing everyone love me, look at me, bow down before me prideful attitude. But just to know that you really meant something to someone during that time. Maybe when things actually start next semester and people know when someone isn't sitting in their front pew spot, or playing guitar for worship, or watching Lost on the couch I will feel missed. And I know that it is not my purpose in life to make people miss me, but I think it would feel nice if someone really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for this whiny post...things always sound better in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I promise something with more substance or depth next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28250340-115156737720604841?l=distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/115156737720604841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28250340&amp;postID=115156737720604841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/115156737720604841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/115156737720604841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340.post-114931672984939368</id><published>2006-06-03T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:38:27.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/Disneyland%2050th%20Anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/200/Disneyland%2050th%20Anniversary.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, Disneyland. It's such a fun and magical place, and I will be there in like 5 days! And on top of that, my family and I are stopping in Las Vegas for two days on the way. Nothing like a family vacation. It seems though, that this could very well be our final one though. I must admit, it will feel nice to get out of my house for awhile, seeing as how all I've done the past week is sit around, watch Friends, and yell at the Mavericks. It's actually more fun than it sounds, but it does get tediously boring at times. So, a trip to the Happiest Place on Earth should do me some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in an effort to shorten this post (compared to the last one) I'm gonna get right to what's on my mind. As I hinted at last week, I deal with my confidence (or lack thereof) quite a bit. So, I got to wondering: what is it that finally pushes us over the thresholds in life? When there is something you want or desperately want to do, and it consumes every fiber of your being, what gives you the strength and willpower to take a step and a chance? Is it God? Or is it just sheer will and self-motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few nights ago, I had a lot on my mind, as I usually do, and I ended up just sitting at my desk staring down on the lyrics to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I Need&lt;/span&gt; by Shawn McDonald. I just sat, thinking about alot of the stuff I mentioned last time and talking softly to God about said stuff - something I honestly haven't done in awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, as I sat, I ran countless life scenarios through my head. It's something I do more often than not. It's actually this constant daytime drama type monologue of 'will i,' 'won't i,' and 'what if' running through my subconscience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This drew on for a little over an hour, and I kept having these swells of emotion as my insides went through stages of absurd nervousness to overwhelming joy. As these scenarios take over my mind and begin to delve deeper into more serious matters, I begin to worry about and doubt everything I am. They start to attack confidence, swipe reason, and persuade endlessly. The more I think and believe these scenarios, the more helpless I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I turned to the days reading in my Oswald Chambers book to find an entry regarding trust. It went on to say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never trust anything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; yourself or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; anyone else, except the grace of God."&lt;/span&gt; So after having my "life" flash before my mind, I read this and am somewhat blown away. It was one of those moments when the clouds part, light shines down upon what you're reading, and then a chorus of angels chimes in with the finale to Handel's Hallelujah chorus (the big Hallelujah!, Hallelujah!! part). Seriously. God is amazing. So, I ask again, how is it that we get over the threshold? Through faith and trust in God alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as to what happens when we step out and take a chance - well, we'll see if I have what it takes when I get back from the Magic Kingdom. Smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"God is our refuge and strength,&lt;br /&gt;a very well proved help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we will not fear."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Psalm 46: 1-2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28250340-114931672984939368?l=distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/114931672984939368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28250340&amp;postID=114931672984939368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/114931672984939368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/114931672984939368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/2006/06/ah-disneyland.html' title=''/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28250340.post-114887969005684368</id><published>2006-05-29T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:38:27.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I'm back. My old LiveJournal wasn't cutting it, and I'm usually jealous of whatever Marcus writes on his blog, so I figured I needed a new place to get my thoughts out. A new place for general ramblings, subliminal messages, and the occasional words of substance. And, to my maybe one, two if I'm lucky, readers, I (promise) to keep this updated somewhat often...we'll see how that goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, onto life. Life is generally good. I'm not big on living at home since I've only got one good friend within 10 miles, and my parents still think I'm in middle school sometimes, but I'm getting by. I should be looking for a job to apply my newly-graduated self, but I really don't even want to look let alone actually work. Be it fear of growing up/moving on, failing at a first work attempt, or sheer laziness, I just am not that excited about working. It'll come some day...hopefully. On other fronts, emotions/thoughts/general inner turmoils are running high again. Just stuff...about stuff (trust me, it's supposed to be vague). I might (in my "clever" subliminal way) deal with that in a later post... The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; vacation is fast approaching, as is Sea World/Lake Party weekend. It just goes to show you that good things are usually on the horizon. However, it's all that stuff in front that make the horizon fade away fast. To use a metaphor, the dilemmas in life are like a giant barge full of trash floating slowly by, blocking the b-e-a-utiful rays of a setting sun. In reality, the barge is usually a part of my mind that continually tries to bring me down and constantly has me at war with my emotions. It can be an attack on my confidence, not allowing me to take a chance for once in my life. It can be a swipe at reason, in an attempt to convince me otherwise of the better things in my life. Or it can be persuasion, swaying me from the way I feel about certain people and things in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to something I caught while flipping through &lt;i&gt;My Utmost For His Highest&lt;/i&gt; by Oswald Chambers. It was a devotional on confidence: not in oneself, but in God alone. It opened with, &lt;i&gt;"When we are afraid, the least we can do is pray to God." &lt;/i&gt;Then, later, it went on to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;There are times when there is no storm or crisis in our lives, and we do all that is humanly possible. But it is when a crisis arises that we instantly reveal upon whom we rely. If we have been learning to worship God and to place our trust in Him, the crisis will reveal that we can go to the point of breaking, yet without breaking our confidence in Him.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I have struggled with alot of things and dealt with varied crises. And, everytime I try to figure things out on my own, I fall flat on my face. When I tried to deal with stress on my own, I only got more stressed. When I tried to go after the girl without first consulting God, I didn't get what I wanted, which is usually the theme in every instance. The abscence of God almost always ends up in the disappointment of want. But if we have confidence in God and everything that He has planned, we have nothing to want. That's not to say we won't want the newest cellphone that is embedded in your pinky and thumb fingers so you can just talk to you hand, or the new iPod preloaded with every song, ever. That's not even to say we still won't want things like a good job or a significant other. God will bring you what you &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; and you won't want anything else. He will pull you through all those things and, if you have had confidence in Him, you will see how amazing those things are. We will remember how God pulled us through those stressed times. We will see how well God has blessed us financially. And we might even have an amazing, Godly love with someone and praise Him for the people He has brought into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The point, for me, is that I have to have confidence in God in order to have any worthwhile confidence in myself. I have to ask God to be with and guide me through everything, from looking for a job to, let's say, taking a chance on my emotions because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do still want that amazing job and that certain girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But if I don't &lt;i&gt;believe&lt;/i&gt; that God is going to be there for me no matter what, the wants in my life might as well be sand in a desert: dead and going nowhere. So what is the result in total confidence in God? Once again, Chambers says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It will be expressed in our lives as a peaceful resting in God, which means a total oneness with Him. And this oneness will make us not only blameless in His sight, but also a profound joy to Him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know about you, but that sounds like a good thing. And, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although I cannot say that I am altogether, at this moment, blameless in His sight or fully strong in my faith, I am getting there once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really what I wanted to say, but I think it's a good start. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28250340-114887969005684368?l=distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/feeds/114887969005684368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28250340&amp;postID=114887969005684368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/114887969005684368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28250340/posts/default/114887969005684368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://distancekillsjarrod.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jarrod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16387215597738595715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1766/2990/1600/blogspot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
