Wonderfully Made

Who?

Ah Lord GOD! behold, thou hast made the heaven and the earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing too hard for thee.

What?

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

When?

Did not he who made me in the womb make them? Did not the same one form us both within our mothers?

Where?

Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: a sceptre of righteousness is the sceptre of thy kingdom.

Why?

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.

Quotes from Bible

Danger Will Robinson!

I feel a sermon comin on...

$2.88 a Gallon

Trapped by a mobile society. A two mile walk to the closest grocery store along a very busy road with no sidewalks and the grassy area is always flooded this time of year. A ten mile walk to work up and down curving, hilly roads with no sidewalks where people always speed. $2.88 a gallon and a quarter of my pay is burned up getting where I need to be.

Fight the Feeling

It's the same every morning as I wait to leave for work. "Call in sick." "Don't go in." "Quit." It gets harder and harder to resist.

Am I Normal?

What is normal?

Who is sane?

If only normal people procreated how long would humanity continue?

Still Alive

Seems like my job got the impression I wanted to work full-time... been rough getting used to all the standing and the long stretches of busy work when there are no customers. When I'm not working I'm writing, things have been going well so I'm not going to mess with the formula. As long as the ole body can take it and my writing doesn't suffer I'm going to try to stay full time, I can certainly use the money.

Damn

I want to quit my job so bad I can taste it. I'm debating not going in today and getting fired. Damn... I know I'm going.

Danger!

I have a little money in the bank... no bueno. I still remember my first dollar, I got it for my birthday and immediately headed for the neighborhood store. I could get two pieces of bubble gum for a penny, I spent the whole dollar on it. It was a long walk home on a high road that overlooked the courtyards of several apartments, my mouth was full not far from the store. Everytime I passed kids playing I reached into my bag and threw them a handful, by the time I got home the gum was gone. I already bought a tv with my bit of money, a car is on the horizon. Where will it end? Usually with an empty bag.

Squeegee

Just when I thought it couldn't get any duller it did. The high point at work today was watching some guy squeegee the windows.

A Time to Eat

Busy

I don't care much for idle time, if I can't act on my thinking my thoughts become useless. At one point of my life work fulfilled my mind but that's no longer the case, mindless jobs enslave my thoughts to pointless work. I want to write, that's all I want to do. One dream is to be so busy writing I don't have to waste a single worthwhile thought.

Sick?

I was only at work about two hours when the manager asked if I wanted to go home, "Everyone was saying you looked sick." I wonder where they got that idea? I was feeling fine but more than glad to get out of there. I guess my looks opens doors.