Tis' the season to spread the love! (or is it?)

This is when you should be taking that grain of salt by the way.


Well, I've been doing some thinking on the subject of the season and it's tendency toward romantic thought; this is in conjunction with quite a few discussions with someone who I can call a voice of moral conscience. It appears to me that within the church, we all seem to create this shell around ourselves, due to the importance of modesty in the Christian faith. Now, I'm a firm believer in "if you 'ain't sellin' don't advertise" so don't get me wrong. I just think that we, as a community do not express the kind of love we have for eachother well enough. I am well aware of the fact that modesty leans us away from temptation and sin. However, a fear of physical contact is almost ranging on un-needed separation. Christmas is a time when we all seem to realize how much we all mean to eachother. Its opened my eyes to quite a few things. For one, not all physical contact is tempting. I can honestly say that I have received more hugs in the past several days than I have in the past year, and not a single one was tempting to me. (At this point I'm just throwing opinions around like paint to splatter in the walls in some hopefully comprehensive way) Maybe, its not the action of physical contact, maybe its the state of mind of separation itself. Maybe, if you think it is going to be tempting, then the actual act WILL be tempting. But, if you brush it off as an act of appreciation and brotherly/sisterly love, then it can be (in my humble 15 year old opinion) an edifying and encouraging experience.

Well, you've heard my argument, and anyone who reads this should be well informed that I'm a hopeless romantic. I do see that I may be a bit bias, but for a hopeless romantic such as myself, to say that every single display of affection I have received over these Christmas celebrations has not temped me in the slightest should say quite a bit on how I feel on the matter.

(A note to John Behrens: I did really want to provide quotes for such a matter, I even had them on hand in a Word document. However, decency inclined me not to incriminate anyone’s opinion the matter. Rest assured though that I have sufficient proof on the situation for me to form some strong opinions on it.)

Yours, forever in the Christmas spirit,
Wes

"The Post"

The holidays are uppon us and I'm sitting her frantically typing in what free time I have. I wish I could report on al my journeys thus far in the Christmas Season. Sadly, you're going to have to suffer my meger rambelings on the main events in my life. A few days ago, Sunday actually, I attended church and immediately there after my dad and I embarked on a journey into the heart of the steel city with hopes of giving our eardrums a racking at the Trans Siberian Orcestra concert. Now, for those who don't know the TSO, they are a band who plays almost exclusively Christmas music; Their fashion of approach to this cleche genre is very different though. The band consists of three main players, guitar, keyboard and drummer. It doesn't stop there though. The rest of the band is another guitar, a bass, another keyboardist, an electric violinist(who makes his own violins) and a string ensomble of about 12 or 15 various string players. This is not counting their wonderful vocal section. So, these guys get pretty rockin. (samples available at http://www.trans-siberian.com/multimedia/index.shtml -- I reccomend A Mad Russian's Christmas and Wizards In Winter)

Long story short, we didn't get tickets for the early show. But, the 7:30 had some nice seats. So, my dad and I had a couple hours (6 I think) to blow in the burg. We went over to the Heinz Sports Museum, luckily it was open and we spent a whole 4.5 hours there. Monsterous fun. After touring the museum we roamed around the strip looking for an eatery, without much trouble we found the Harp and Fiddle pub. This place was crazy, it screamed Ireland. I'll have to go there with Laedelas some time, she'd love it. Our server even had this heavy irish accent. After consuming half of my Shepperd's pie we had to leave to get to the show, so, I wrapped up the remainder and we bolted off (as much as one can bolt in pittsburgh at any given moment) to the concert. It was phanominal. The lights, the music, the action, I couldn't have expected more. Fog everywhere, fake snow, fire, sparks, EVERYTHING. All the classics and some variations on multiple songs. Something freaky though, I saw two people that I could have sworn were two other people. One from the front, another from the back. really crazy, if not for subtle differences like hair length and minor differences in the face I would never have known the differences. Thats it for my historical recounts, I've got more to ramble about though.

Recently, I could swear I've lost all wit I possess. I've just drifted and drifted from my spiritual life and it shows. I've been amazed at how I've almost totally lost my gift to encourage people as much as I have in the past. I only just realised it a little while ago though. Its so sad that most of the time we need the sense "knocked" into us. We drift so far than come running back. Thankfully I can at least run back, and I have. So, I've been feeling more and more of God's spirit, which has been great.

More to come, after I sort some stuff out.

Feeling slightly insane
-Wes

What do your eyes say about you? by Buzzy2232
Name
Eye Color
Your Personality is	Happy
Your Smile is	Jaw dropping
Your friends are	Important
Your kiss is	Soft
Your life is	Beautiful
Your passion is	Your friends
You are	Amazing
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Yes, I fell to the dark side and did one of these. I was suprised to see that it was right on several counts. but I don't think my smile is jaw dropping or my life is so beautiful.

And yeah, a quiz with random generated answers is not like the shaper of my destiny, but its still pretty cool!

J-town with NWCC

Mood: calm, contemplative and slightly sad

And so, the chronicles of my life continue. First thing I think I'll recount for the world to see is my trip to Jumonville.

It was a dark night of the 18th when I arrived to the refuge at Wesley hall on the grassy clear skied campus of J-town. I was greeted by the sound of an Airsoft gun firing, thankfully not at me... I had arrived about 30 or so minutes before the rest of the kids, so all the hyper college interns were having fun. This was accomplished by one of them chasing the other two with a semi-automatic airsoft gun. After the arrival and subsequent unpacking in of the High School students from NorthWay Christian Community, the mass of students migrated from the cabins to the music filled Wesley hall. I entered the doors with "Be My Escape" blasting in my eardrums, I was pleased to discover that this was no recording but a successfully played imitation by the band that was there. It was pretty awesome to see a good friend of mine and my sister's in the lead position of the band. After a few minutes of looking around and observing the crowd and listening to the speaker for the weekend, I say immediately that there wasn't much to be gained spiritually from this experience besides some good practice in tolerance and evangelism.

After the message, there was pretty much just free time for 30 minutes. Most (like myself) decided to congregate around Wesley hall. After meeting up with the few members of northway that I can consider good friends, I observed a group of about 5 girls chattering all at the same time to one of the girls. A few of the comment I caught was "come on!", "just do it!" and "GO!" after the latter comment, three of them shoved the one girl (whos back was turned to me) quite violently into ME... After making sure she wasn't going to fall, and trying to contain my surprise, I saw that the girl I had just caught was an old friend of mine from about two years before. I decided to ignore the storm of giggles and talk to her. Funny stuff, she was all frantic and embarrassed. :-P

The rest of the weekend.... For the most part was... Interesting. Lets just say it really tried my moral standards and my tolerance of blatant sin. There was this cool part when I started playing the piano after dinner once. I was playing Coldplay and various well known piano songs. at one point, I had about 15 people all around the piano. some pretty sweet stuff.

until next post. Which should be tomorrow or the next day.

-Wes

Memories

I lapse into the past. Encapsulated in ruminitions of times that tend to be so consumed in dark mists. Oh but it is not sorrow which my mind dwells on, but joy, pure euphoric joy of what can be so grasped by my human mind. I lament on day that I was saved by grace. I see also they days that I can recount of a love that did not hold true. But clearest of all, I see those who surround me now. An ever growing bastion of joy that I can call my church family. I can see those who God has blessed me with, and times when I have joined them and been with them in their lives. I bless the name of the God who created me that he has GIVEN me through divine providence these people who I hold so dear.

(end of sophisticated writing)

Some of you may think I don't care about you, and if I do its not much. I want to make a list of all of you who I hold in a special place. Although the names and all the reasons would fill a book the size of a dictionary. I treasure you all like brothers and sisters. God his given me a great gift in you all. Thank you for being in my life.

Love,
Wes


sorry for the mushy post. :-)

A very interesting day.

Yeah, its Monday and I'm going to post about Saturday because it was the most interesting day I've had in a while.

The day began with a bit of a "suiting up" of sorts. I got on some ripped jeans and a cruddy old whit t-shirt along with some heavy-duty goggle and black gardening gloves. I marched down to the basement where I was to confront the exterior wall in a battle of man vs. 20 layers of paint from various time periods. We had tried all known solvents on this paint and nothing seemed to work. So, my mom called in the big guns (aka, my arms). I used a miniature pickaxe to chip away at the paint to reveal that the ancient rock beneath had been turned back into a fine sand because of moisture. After removing a few square feet of paint, I would take a wire brush mounted on a drill and grind all the loose rock and clinging sand away. After a few hours, this left me covered in sand and dust and rock. After washing the copious amounts of dirt and sand out of my stiff hair, I joined my sister in going out and visiting the horses. After some substantial rubbing and scratching, I decided to se how horses react to music. More specifically, Coldplay. My sisters horse paid attention for a few seconds then walked away. Where-as my horse stayed and listened to the song for about two minutes or so. As Dan said, "Smart horse!"

However, dumb rider. On my way out, I decided to forego the gate and go through the fence I assumed to be off. Now, for those who don't know my house, I have an electric fence around the fields that has two wires, one chest height, and one thigh height. I crouched down and stepped inbetween the wires.
ZAP
extreme pain... I got shocked somewhere I hope I will never get shocked in again. After limping around for a few minutes I decided to go jogging. While making a final lap around the upper field, a deer that was laying down in the high grass got up and ran along beside me about 20 feet away. After keeping up with me for about 5 seconds, it bounded off into the other field and the woods beyond.

So, pretty sweet day.

until next time.
-Wes


I am the crisis
I am the bitter end
I'm gonna gun this town
I am divided
I am the razor edge

there is no easy now

I'm Symphonic!

I woke up this morning to discover that I was going to the symphony today! Although overjoyed, I had wished I had gotten more sleep. Last night was awful, I couldn't get comfortable in bed. So after a few hours of tumbling around I finally got up in search of a better place to sleep. Upon finding the dogs had taken my favorite spots, I resigned to the couch, where I woke up just 7 hours later.

After getting everything sorted that I need to get so, we set out for the Symphony. After completing the various tasks encountered on the way there, and the insane difficulty of Pittsburgh parking, we took our seats above the orchestra. There were a few simple pieces that could be considered a bit of a "warm up" but then there was the main piece which contained the performance of a world famous violin soloist: Leo Kavakos. I was enthralled by his performance. More than I have been with anyone before. I became so locked on to this guy who was standing center stage that as I continued to stare, I became increasingly aware of my contact lenses. As time wore on, I found that I had not blinked for more than a minute! After resting my eyes, and using my ears, the music became all the more personal. Every stroke of the bow was like it was being executed on my very eardrum, each physical pluck of the string became my pulse, the rising and falling of the bow became the blood in my veins. It was musical Nirvana.

What is music though? It is vibrations in the air produced by an instrument at a certain frequency to produce real-time positive or negative effects from the brain. What is the power that God has given music over us? What gave David the ability to sooth Saul? It's a profound gift that few tend to appreciate. Music is part of who we are, and it is a gift from God, we should treat it as such.

Let my Life's song sing to you O Lord.
-Wes

Its that time again

Birthday time! Yep, My B-day was the 5th. Had quite frankly an awesome day, exercised outside to loud music for a few hours, got some sweet presents, then we went out to dinner! We went to this place called the Shogun Steakhouse, it's one of those places where they cook on the table right infront of you. Despite the chef's best efforts, (i.e. fast movements, flicking sharp cooking instruments at me, pouring Vodka infront of me and lighting it) I didn't flinch. (amazingly) I even got to taste Sake! It was alot stronger than I expected. The restaurant had this little river going through the building, and there was this sign that said "Please no throw penny in pond, please save fish lives." so, that was worth a laugh or three.

School is finally getting back on track. Geometry is getting easier. I'm going to church this Sunday (finally). Life is going good generally. I've been asking people what their eye color is recently, just out of curiosity. Alot of people have brown eyes, however there's the few that have blue or some variation. (Although some are falsely perceived to have brown eyes. :-P)

Random thought: It feels good to be wearing my new iPod on my belt. Its like I've got Chris Martin and U2 going everywhere with me. At least in effegy.

I'll be around, and I always want to talk.

-Wes

P.S. new more frequently updated blog of mine! If you're looking for random drop in: www.iwishwessames.blogspot.com

Not Quite All Here

Well, I'll pick up on the biggest day recently, that would be the Quinlisks moving day.

I awoke at the unusually early hour of 8 (for Saturday at least). We made all haste and departed for the Q's, we came bearing Chillie and some really cheesy kids bowls that had animal faces on them. I was partially but not totally surprised to find that about 20 people from the church had turned up for the move. Most of the basement was already either out in the back yard or on tarps on the front lawn. It was pretty safe to assume everyone else was keeping their doors locked because of the joyous din we created in da hood. the principal movers (aka beasts or sherpas) worked on getting all the larger furniture such as dressers, tables, bed frames, a very heavy piano, etc... out to the large (27 foot?) U-Haul out in front. With the packing direction of Mr. Harvey, we packed basically all the furniture in the Quinlisk's possession into the long truck. The arguous process continued for a while and around 11 AM we closed up the white(well, light brown) gate of the truck and caravaaned over to the new house. We unloaded the truck and put everything within approximate range of its place, and the biggest events was the unloading of the frame steer tractor from the high bed of the Krazel's pickup. After said machine was down, we had to push it around back and light of it's failure to start. Four or five of the guys were needed to push the bulkly and awkward thing to the shed. Needless to say, now I know how a rugby team feels now. The rest of the day continued without a major event other than a lamp practically catching fire. The last half an hour or so of my presence was spent cleaning up the hundreds of white plastic forks stuck in the front yard an the countless streamers and tinsel littering the trees and plants. All good fun. :-)

Afterward my Dad and I went to the Village and took a walk to the Apple Store in hopes of my purchase of a new video iPod. We got that, and more, as it turns out. But that's another story in itself.

Monday and Today were relatively uneventful. My Russian teacher has me listening to this one singer, Aleksander Malenin. Quite honestly, I have not heard anything this sappy since Never Alone by BarlowGirl. (and yes, I did just admit that I listen to BarlowGirl.) So much drama in my life right now. Sometimes I feel like I'm living a really cheesy sitcom like 7th heaven. I read an article/survey on the internet today..."The top five kinds of guys every girl should date" I was surprised to find that "The Bad guy" was #3 and "The Nice Guy" was #5! I guess it is true that nice guys finish last. Ahh well, life goes on.

-Wes

"Peerve Ras Ya lubeel." I fell into true love for the first time. -Aleksander Malenin.

I'm Blogrific!

(mimicking other blogs)
Mood: I'm not too sure, I feel like I have a headache, maybe from thinking too much.
Listening to: "Trouble" - Coldplay

Well, my life plugs on as per usual. It's a real challenge to make it as interesting as I want it to be. As for the moment, the exciting news is that we have one more wooden wall frame to put up upstairs, then the electical, ductwork, and finally the drywall and plaster and paint! Also, I'M GOING TO FINALLY HAVE A ROOM! OH JOY! For those of you who don't know, my "bedroom" is the corner of a room that has 20 five foot tall and 2 foot wide windows. This room also holds the computers, the kitchen, living room, office, and school room. So, I wake up in the morning to my Dad getting coffee and my mom sitting at her desk or cleaning. not to mention the sun and all of creation looking in on me. so, We're moving my bed and everything into the basement. I will finally have four walls and it will be dark and quiet in the morning when I wake up. so, YAY!

This Saturday, Mom and I are going to take out our 3 ton horse trailer and going to the Quinlisks to help them move the heaviest of their furniture. That should be fun. just a minor side note.

Life in general has proven interesting for me recently, in the midst of all this work, and school, I'm trying to build new friendships, and at the same time, strengthen old ones. I'm reminded of Proverbs 27:17 "As iron sharpens iron so one man sharpens another", This is so true and so profound, and the concept's presence is so evident in my life that I'm blown away by it. I need to figure out how to make new friends again though, I've been concentrating on the tight ring I've formed in Dan, John, Shannon, Justin, etc. I need to look outward and find new friends, so, I'm working on it, even though its hard to find just the right topics of conversation. :-) I'm improving though. For the past week or so, by brain has been racked so many times it hurts.

Just today: I discovered I can actually sing in the same key as Chris Martin (lead singer of Coldplay) this I found quite astonishing because of how low my voice is. I'm not saying I sang WELL, I'm saying I matched the notes.
I listened to the Doxology performed by David Crowder, it moved me to tears. (not that thats a hard thing to do...)

Ahh well, life goes on. Until next time.

-Wes

I'm "That Guy"

While surfing around the net today, I came across a selection of image contests. One of which read " 'That Guy' contest" I browsed around looking at different pictures that had some random guy poking into the picture at some odd angle or who was somewhat out of place...

I was Stunned...

I found a picture of myself... At Kennywood... On the bridge...

Me... in a " 'That Guy' contest"..............

I guess I should have leaned in with the girls...

A New Venture... for the Quinlisks at least

Ahh, well, my family had a very industrious Thursday at the Q's new house. Mostly, the evening comprised of tearing up and cutting up carpeting and the wooden strips that hold carpeting to the floor. When we first got there to work, we say a large piece of green carpeting rolled up on the floor. So, my Mom got right down to business and started cutting it up and rolling it into tight rolls for the garbage service. Only later were we to find out that Matt wanted that particular bit of carpet for his bedroom in the basement... Luckily, after some measuring of the guys room (and the dining room) we discovered that the--egshb (sorry, my cell phone just went crashing down onto my keyboard-- anyway, we found out that the carpeting in the dining room(same carpet as the shredded one) was exactly the same size as the guy's room. So, phew, that was close a major blunder. So, the rest of the evening was consumed by the removal of 99% of the carpet on the first floor. The second big event of the night was Mr. Q. Sticking his bare hand inside the wall behind the sink and drawing forth a slew of razors and some black gunk. Thankfully, his hand was still intact, and he would soon draw literally a hundred razor blades from this hole.

Tonight, I went to Youth Parent Care Group (and no, its not one of those support groups, its like the youth group for our church.) There, we expeienced an awesome message on faith and trying aspects of life that tend to take us away from God. Truely awesome stuff, along with some reading from hebrews. With the addition of splitting off into two groups (boys and girls) which kinda helped some of the guys "come out of the shell" so to speak. Afterwards, we adjourned to the basement for some different activities. Dan and I decided to try our hand at Fix You, sounded pretty good dispite Dan's AWEFUL singing (hehe) and a lack of a decent organ sound. We continued to The Scientist which was pretty easy. (for those who don't know, these are songs by a band called Coldplay) After some general hanging around and other different minor stuff, I funally made my mark on Justin Harvey's computer moniter which already possesed the scrawlings of many a person's sharpie. I added "And it was called YELLOW" (also another Coldplay song)

I stepped out onto the lawns of suburbia and the cool night air hit my face, mingles with the smell of freshly cut lawns. I looked down the rows of nearly idenical houses and I looked up at the clear yet starless sky, it is times like hese that I understand why God put me in the country where I can smell the fresh un-tainted air and see thousands of stars and the thickly sprinkled Milky Way.

Being distant is hard, but it has its benifits.

To my friends, each and every one, those who were at the Harvey's tonight and those absent: I love you guys...(now, girls, don't take this the wrong way. :-P I mean as friends.) but, seriously!

I LOVE YOU GUYS!

-Wes

well, long time no write

(DUN DUN DUN...)

Yea, I'm back.

Well, it has most definitely been a while, since the 24th actually.

The biggest thing that happened to me recently is that I won an Xbox 360 from Pepsi! I entered in the 12:30 AM drawing and actually won! So, thats really cool. Lets see, last Sunday Dan orchestrated another Frisbee game. I was actually going to be doing the same, but he beat me to it. I discovered a new/interesting was of throwing a Frisbee, you place your palm ontop of the Frisbee and wrap your thumb around the underneath and use a fore-handed flicking motion to throw the frisbee. Now, bear in mind that this method is by far not practical in any way... But it makes it fly so I count it as a throw. In the pre-game, Dan, Mike, and I were out warming up (unfortunately, I was wearing a polo shirt and jeans, but YAY for undershirts!) Sadly, and disturbingly, Mike wasn't as fortunate to have an undershirt and he had to expose the beacon of light he calls skin. *shiver* BUT! On to the game.

The game itself was, shall we say, interesting. Luke ran ALOT.... like, 5 times as much as anyone else... and it produced results. Several good passes and plays by the usual power players. Heather made a few good end-zone catches, Mike was his usual crazy self, Dan unleashed the power of a foreign beer company logo... So, all in all, pretty normal. But, after Frisbee, we broke away from the norm and played some soccer, by far the most astounding thing that happened thoughout the entire game was an amazing stunt pulled by luke... in some circles its called the "sphere shot". the ball was coming straight down, luke did a half backflip and kicked the ball when he was parallel with the ground. needless to say it was very impressive, but not only that, it actually helped his team score! Very fun.

POST GAME: hangin out at the Q's. We just hanged around outside, and listened to rap.... THE NEIGHBOR'S RAP that is. They had a car stereo or something going at full blast pumping gangsta rap into the hood... with some pretty disturbing lyrics...

Not much has happened since Sunday... I'm bogged down in school and i'm up to my neck in homework for the first time in my life. I'll be sure to make another post if anything interesting happens.

RANDOM FACT: Au Bon Pain means "Some Good Food"

-Wes

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geez... My life gets more and more interesting...

Well, another Saturday, another plot turn in my life...

Although most who read this know, but some don't, my iPod died this month... I sent it away to apple. I was amazed to find a brand new iPod on my doorstep. I mean BRAND NEW. So, yeah, I'm so happy about that at the moment. And today was... Interesting to say the least.

woke up at around 8, got out of bed at 9:30. Got all ready and headed out to KARATE at 11... I had to be there at 11:30 for demo team practice. TONS... Of....Stuff... To... Cover... Including a public speaking bit... After we practiced for two and a half hours, straight. We went to the park where the demo was going to happen. The demo went EXTREMELY smoothly. This was the last demo of the season, so Mr. Goetz treated us to dinner at ponderosa. After dinner, one of my friends from Karate came up to me and said that he thought my public speaking was awesome. He wanted to know if I would act the lead part in his senior project. I told him I had NEVER acted, period. He insisted that I try... So, hes sending me the script. This should prove interesting, as my character requires copious amounts of hair gel, and as of yet I dunno if there's any romance. The results should be humorous, at best. I'll be sure to keep all of you posted.

new fave song at the moment: Pour me- Coldplay (iTunes exclusive)

sorry for the short post, but I thought if it were any longer, it may bore you. .

-Wes

Ahh, more of the unsame

well, so, its Tuesday the 19th... Time for a recap.

Well, last Saturday, I went over to the Q's at around 7 for HQ's B-day party. The party was awesome, tons of people there, marshmallow roasting, chatting, football tossing, tons of random goodness. Then in an unexpected climax to a good night, I got on the trampoline with Luke Harvey... One fateful bounce, I went REALLY REALLY high, I think about 4 or so feet of the trampoline, As I came down, the first thing that hit was my eye to Luke's shoulder. I fell down in pain, I opened my eye ASAP and found that I couldn't see. This really freaked me out, I thought I had experienced a retinal detachment due to trauma. Which would mean I was blind. Thankfully, this was not the case. My eyesight was slowly returning as we made our way from the Q's house to the office. Upon getting to the office, we discovered that I was bleeding out of the conjuncivita, which is just a pressure relief system the eye uses. It basically looked like I was crying blood. So, my dad had to use numbing drops and a Q-tip to fish out the clotted blood from the side of my eye. After cleaning me up, he checked out the surface of by eye for injury, nothing found. He then checked my retina for damage, none there either. (Thank God...) And finally, he dilated my pupil to get a better look at the inside of my eye. Now, when someone gets dilated, it makes the black part of their eye, or the pupil grow large. This lets in more light than what the eye would usually allow. So, after that we headed back to the party, which at this point had dispersed. Then headed home, while I lay in the seat of the car with my eyes shut so I could block out the headlights and taillights on 51.

I awake the following morning to find that my eye is cemented shut with a ton of yellow crud. A shower cleaned that right up though. I was dismayed at the fact that all the light pouring into my still-dilated eye was really hurting. So, I dawned sunglasses and set off for church. Got quite a few questions-comments on my sunglassed appearance, but nothing too bad.

After Church I helped clean up and got in John's Mazda to head to Wendy's...I have a feeling that in that time I was in that car, my life was flashing before by eyes at several times. John, you're crazy, and if you read this, you need to know that you don't have to impress other guys by driving real crazy-like.... Well, not much happened at wendy's, John H, John B, and I went through the drivethough then parked and went inside to eat because the line inside was insane. We said our farewells to a few people, including Dan, who had to miss Frisbee to go to a College fair. Ahh well, it was ok, we survived. What followed was an insane game of Frisbee with about 25 people. Tons of running, guarding, and more running. We played for about 3 hours or so. Some sweet plays that included Justin throwing a cross-field 80 Yd. pass to Steve Schuch.... I was brought to my knees with astonishment. I think I like Frisbee games of like 7 people per team more though.

I found out some sad news on my eye on Monday, the dilation had gone down significantly since Sunday, however my left eye was still noticeably more dilated than the right. This distressed me for quite a while... I was afraid that my future wife or kids may look at me and see something like o_0 instead of o_o... But thanks to a few good friends, I was reminded that it shouldn't matter, because its not the eyes themselves, its the feelings conveyed by those eyes. Besides, I have DARK brown eyes, so its not going to be extremely noticeable. ahh, but its just a little disheartening... a permanent disfigure caused in a few sort seconds of trauma. But, God provided me with a father who's an eye doctor and thanks to him, it's not as bad as it could have been. that's all for now...

-Wes

ahh, Joy, and happiness. Two different things

Well, Monday... The day after one of the worst afternoons/evenings in months. Who knew God would use it for the greatest good.

Well, as the day started, It was typical. Normal breakfast, normal school. But, then we went to Reading & writing club with the Taylors and the Behrens. Had a good but short time there, then resumed my miserable-ness at home... After a while I started talking to John B. Which helped me a lot, I was encouraged, and so I went out and read the bible and prayed for about an hour and a half. By the time I was done, it was dark. I decided to go have a fire by the lake. I went inside, got some warm cloths on and gather supplies. Matches, flashlight, newspaper, bible, pen, ipod, etc. Stuffed it all in a backpack and went on my way down the hill. Gathered up some wood and put it in a typical fire-making shape, put some paper under it, threw a match in. Nothing happened. The paper just burned up. I use up all of the paper and the logs don't even smoke. I really didn't want to go back up to the house to get more paper, so I did the last thing I would normally do in this situation.... Pray. I prayed "God help me light this fire that I may glorify your name tonight by its light."

I opened my eyes, the logs are laying there in the now-cool ashes of the paper.

Suddenly, one of the logs begins to smoke, and light on fire!. Soon, the fire spreads to the whole pile, and I'm left praising God for such a small but significant miracle. I spent the next two hours in prayer and reading the bible by firelight. I was blown away, totally. I was so filled with Joy. Not just happiness, but JOY. Glorifying God for my very existence. The opposite of what I felt on Sunday night... Almost total opposite.

Ahh man, God has given me so much! How can I possibly criticize that which I hold most dear? HOW!?!?! I desire now to further relationships with all my friends. All of them, so I may futher serve God.

Thank you God, for my friends, and my distance from them, which brings me all the closer.






A call to my friends: Go find someone you love as a brother or sister in a Christ and give them a big hug and tell them that you thank God that they're there.

Pro Christo,
Wes

post pending

OK, now then, disguard the previous post... for, my mindset has made a 180 degree change. I'll post about it when I get the time.

Wake me up when the week ends.

Sunday's here, I wake up, wide awake and super happy. "YES, I'M GOING TO CHURCH TODAY!". I think about everything spiritual, I focus on praising God in worship, I relinquish my life to him again. I'm brought to my knees before him again. I stand in worship, all want is gone, all longing is gone, I think of nothing but God's glory, his mercy. The loneliness that I tend to experience seems so far away, and like it will never come back. I'm brought close to tears thanking God for taking it from me. I listen to a message based around rest for the weary. I feel revived, a new man(or guy, at least). I'm ok with the fact that I only have a few minute long conversations with my friends. I get in the car, still empowered by God's grace and that alone. Listen to David Crowder as we check out the Q's new house, and seeing if we can maneuver the horse trailer to see if we can help them move. I get home, eat lunch, still happy. I change into my lightest, yet most-covering clothes to get ready to move hay. I grab two bottles of water, walk outside, and as soon as I get out the door and look around. KABAM........ I'm run over. Flattened...Destroyed...For no reason... Just BANG. It hits me like a baseball hits a bat as its going it's fastest.

I'm in the middle of nowhere, away from everything I hold dear...In the heat of the day...About to go unload 175, 20 pound bales of hay with only my dad to help. Life stinks.

I sit here, typing, feeling like an empty shell of a person, whereas 12 hours ago I was ontop of the world. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I FEEL THIS WAY. I really don't.... My life is great, really! But I just feel like this.

"I know something is broken, and I'm trying to fix it, trying to repair it. Any way I can..." -Coldplay

does everyone at my age feel this way or am I missing something?


-Wes

humm, a healthy dose of introspection

Well, its been a few weeks since the LOTR party, and I'm feeling homesick. Not for my nuclear family home, but my home in the church. I've gotten out a bit, to work and Karate, so its not so bad, but an unfortunate amount of time is spent staring at this screen talking to people I wish I could be with and talk to face-to-face. When I'm not doing school, watching tennis, or on the computer.. I'm thinking about how I feel, if its right, if its wrong... Confronting issues that I need to turn over to God. I'm convinced there is no better non-living thing to talk to out here other than the stars. On Sunday night of labor day weekend, I had a little fire down by the lake with my dad.. Good stuff, but when the only thing you hear is nightly noises and the crackling of the fire(and the occasional song on the car stereo from the ipod.) its easy to let your mind work at the pace which fire burns. To enthrall yourself in introspection, and lamentation...

I know this is all going to sound extremely selfish... But, I feel really by myself out here. Its quite possible that that's why I'm on AIM so much. I know I have karate and work, but its so weird just look out the window and see God's creation, but nothing else. Thoughts wander to friends that seem so far away, people I've known who are distant now, my current situation in life. All as a merciless sun beats down on this green earth. *sigh* too much...

Still lots of thinking to do...

-Wes

prose of the night:

the stars, are my companions, my confidants. I may speak as I wish to them and they will not decrease in brightness. They will continue to fill my eyes with heavenly light. As they do for every living thing, regardless of Sin, fate, plan. They will twinkle on, eternally destined to be an object of thought and wonder. But though I may offer my thoughts up to these skyward bodies, I will never receive an answer. They will never console me when I mourn, praise me when I do good, understand what I'm going through. They only float there, as passive mute observer. I take solace in knowing that my friends will be there, through thick and thin. To be more than passive observers. I must rest in knowing God has a plan for me.

-written by me.

*popping noise* *bounce* *pop again*

Yep, Tennis.. The American pastime.... Or maybe not....

Well, Tennis has never received a lot of attention at my house... Maybe none at all. My parents played when they were 18, but not really since then. So tennis has been a bit obscure to me all my life. I knew it was a sport, I knew about the US open, and Wimbledon, I knew the basic rules about out of bounds, soforth... But nothing beyond that. But then along came a fan that would spark my interest in the sport.

I noticed said fans enthusiasm for the sport and decided to watch a few rounds of the US open. I was HOOKED. I watched that little yellow fuzz ball bounce back and forth for an extremely long time by my standards. I've already acquired a favorite player, Robby Ginepri, and plan to see him though to the finals. After watching for a few days casually, It looks like it would be a fun sport to learn. So, maybe I'll pick up a raqute and get someone to teach me. Its nice to have a fresh sport to watch. Thanks Katie. :-)

In other news, I can cross off one trial for the rest of my life... or my teenage one at least.

Ahh, good day.

-Wes

One week done

Well, the first week of school is over, Labor Day approaches. I have a few things on my mind. I'll just share a few.

The song Yellow, by Coldplay is currently stuck in my head every other second.

Dreams, have baffled me of late. A few random, fun ones, a few serious and almost real, and somewhat disturbing ones.

The stars are brilliant. I never cease to wonder at these points of light. I saw Andromeda tonight, along with the could of diamonds known as the Milky Way. I just wish all my friends could see the stars as well as this.

The ability to just sit and empty my mind and concentrate on only God and his creation has been a luxury. It seems like I'm constantly thinking about one thing or another instead of relying on God's timing and providence.

Another matter has come to my attention. whats going to happen to everyone who's here today? Who's going away? Who's going with them? Who's staying? Who's going to get married? Its all in God's hands, really. but I can't help but wonder, if the wonderful friends I have now, who I'm only going to hear from every now and again. It almost moves me to tears to think that. I can't stand the idea of the loss. But it's all the more reason to enjoy every little thing, every conversation, every smile, every joke, every moment.

Look at the Stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do, yeah they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you, and all the things you do, and it was called Yellow.

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Hark, dwellers of the real world!

Well, its time once again... A BLOG ENTRY. and Account of the LOTR party

To pick up where I left off, after leaving Shop n' Save, we went to a nearby sports store: Dunhams looking for leather half-finger gloves. Once exploring said establishment, I found a package that contained only a right glove, the left had been stolen, therefore, the package of two gloves that was normally $20 was now a single glove with a price of $5. Thinking two gloves would be better, I ignored this bargain and continued on my quest. Second stop was Gander Mt. (HUNT, FISH, CAMP) I was dismayed by the fact that they had run out of half finger leather gloves that week, and would not get more for a month. None-the-less, I savvied forth to Dick's in the mall, only to find the same result as in Gander Mt. . At this point, I was totally dismayed at my lack of a tanned, dyed animal hide. So, I decided to go home without purchasing any items of a glove-like nature.

Once I was home, I decided to look up a picture of Aragorn on the net to see if I could find good ideas for my outfit. After a few pictures of Viggo's unshaven mug, I found a full body picture. I was amazed to find that he only wore one glove, on his RIGHT hand. My hope renewed, I remembers the glove at dunhams... It was MEANT for me.

The idle hours leading up to the party were spent working on my costume, and after completing preparations, I was hit with an idea... To come bearing gifts for the elves. Being a Ranger of the North, I prepared some spare ribs and called it "Boar" and began thinking about what else a guy that lived 24/7 outside would bring the most clean, graceful beings in existence, what would be a resource worthy to bring... WILD FLOWERS! So, Fueled by the sheer want to play the role perfectly, I walked all around the farm looking for flowers. Many came from the bushes, and were really wild. Others came from the garden. I made enough for the Elves that might be there (Shannon, Dominica, Katie, Katie, Sarah, and Rebekah, And of course Mrs. Q for providing her house.). Even though the Calanos weren't there, I found a use for the remaining three bouquets, by giving two to the little Calvetti girls, and one to Mrs. Caldwell. So, that worked out nicely.

The party was off to a slow start when I came, Dan looked, like a very large hobbit, Shannon looked like an Elf with short hair, Dominica looked like an Elf, a lot of people looked like themselves sadly. After a while we ate a selection of Shire pie, Lambas, and Boar. Right around the time everyone was eating, Katie arrived, looking like a Willis fan... But soon changed into yet another short-haired elf.

After everyone had eaten their fill we all sat down for a little three and a half hour movie. Much of the entertainment was created by the perfect blend of inthrallment in the movie, and little wisecracks made by the general viewing public (Myself included).

After the midway point, the time had come for me to leave, I went out to wait for my ride in the rainy, dark, cold night. Where I was joined by a friendly feline, until my Mom came.



The second day of the party was similar, only minus one tall Hobbit. We all read (or sang) our favorite parts of the trilogy, some of which were quite lengthy. More boar, (shredded beef) and more lambas, and more movieing although I sadly had to leave before the first part of The Two Towers was finished.

Maybe more updateage at a later date.

Shop n' Save... ON INTERNET!

I’m sitting here writing this, while listening to coldplay in the parking lot of Shop n’ Save… one of these stores has a sweet wireless internet connection because I’m surfing at the speed of light. I just spent the last 19 hours with Dan, the day consisted of a lot of funny random phrases from Mr. Vocabulary himself. Some concerned Baseball for we went to a Pirates game that I’ll talk about later.

*Dan trying on one of his dads vests* “This Feels like a corset…”
Me-“and how would you know that?”

Me-“It would really stink to get hit on the head with a foul ball.”
Dan-“It says on the back of the ticket that the park is not liable for injuries from a ball or bat.”

Dan getting a Cardinal’s player to sign his CUBS hat.

Dan-“(Uses some huge word in some context that I have no idea what it means.)”
Wes-“Your vocabulary is too copious for my intermediate comprehension, you must endeavor to elucidate more explicitly.”

My eyes must have been REALLY wide when I saw John type “Hey baby” to Katie Caldwell under MY name… After restraining said culprit in a L.P.A.D. headlock,(body upright, slightly bent over backwards with my arm around neck from behind) I dumped him on the bed, where he proceeded to cling to my arm, he soon realized I have more muscles in my arm than his entire body, and gave up. (and no, its not a L.A.P.D. headlock)

Humm, pirate game, not much to be said. The highlights are as follows: actually parking and getting across the bridge in all of maybe 10-15 minutes. Watching totally un-artistic players put their names down in paint, one of them only put his name with the letters descending then ascending like in a V shape. Seeing a pirate use the words “Matey, Timbers, pegleg, ARRR, and FedEx Shipping services all in the same sentence.” Getting hit in the head with a peanut. AND SOME GOOD BASEBALL. :-P

After getting settled in downstairs, Dan and I talked for a few hours, finished “Monty Python and the quest for the Holy Grail.” Then a healthy dose of sleep.

Presently, I am about to go in search of half-finger leather gloves for my costume for the LOTR party tonight. I plan to go as a ranger. (there should be quite a few fair Elf maidens there, so I need to try and be a reasonably clean ranger.)

So, that’s all for now, I’ll post later about the party.

The PCOP reality TV show!

Yeah, I thought I'd share a brainstorm I had with Dan B. last night. Imagen if you will, a commercial for the latest greatest TV show.

15 teens.
1 house.
1 GOD.


THE YOUTH OF PROVIDENCE!

in, "The REALLY REAL world, PCOP."

Sounds sweet eh? Dan and I came up with all sorts of stuff, funny situations, ideas, layout of stuff in the house. stuff like 3 fridges, one for food, one for Mt.Dew, one for Dr. Pepper. Shower stall doors that go all the way from floor to ceiling. Me putting mistletoe up at Christmas time just to watch people swerve to avoid it. John and Justin playin their guitars in the living room, Dan watching a cubs game in the kitchen, Frisbee... soforth. Fun ideas, maybe MTV will market it. (yeah, right...)

Submit your idea or funny situations for the ongoing PCOP Reality TV show! post a comment or email me at wwsames@gmail.com

Could it be? An Update?

Yes, folks Shady's back with a brand new rap....

Wait, no, thats not right.

Anyway, yeah, I'm back. Time to cover a few weeks worth of my life.

First up on the agenda is a recounting of the day a ton of folks came out to the farm.

Well, we had a few good friends over, Dan B., all the Qs, Katie Caldwell, and Nathaniel Taylor. After having some lunch, we engaged in the normal activities, with small twists.

First off, we did Frisbee in the fields, maybe better known as obstacle Frisbee because the ground was littered with 4.5 feet tall round bales of hay. Those that had the precision throwing skills would throw the disc inbetween the bales to the others on their team, other less fortunate ones (like myself) had to throw above the bales risking a pick-off. Needless to say, these obstacles added a new dimension to gameplay. When we weren't weaving in and out of the bales, we were running into them, or back peddling into them. The game ended with a bang when Katie received a blow to the wrist, caused by Dan throwing the Frisbee a bit too hard. After the game we hanged out at the house for a while, and Heather rejoiced at the fact that my sister had come home (This meant "HORSE BACK RIDING! WOOHOO!").

We sallied forth to the barn with due haste and helped a few people have the fun experience of riding a horse. (I played my part by jogging infront of my mare to make her keep jogging, I was running backwards mind you.... Not an easy feat.)

Meanwhile, Mike, Matt, and Nathaniel had discovered the Go-kart and under the supervision of my dad were running around the farm in it. (dun dun DUNNNNN)

After everyone was done riding the horses, we took refuge from the hottest time of the day by entering the swimming pool. Much diving, dunking, wrestling, and all around competition prevailed.

After that another, smaller, shorter game of frisbee was played, everyone except myself got back in the pool, I went off and looked down to the lower field to see if I could spot the go-kart. Suddenly, I see mike running full sprint up the hill and I immediately knew what had happened. Mike had been riding in the go-kart with Matt driving, they took a turn to fast and it rolled. Unfortunately, Matt had had his hand on the roll cage as they began to roll, this crushed his hand under the machine. We had no idea how bad the damage was as my dad drove off to the emergency room with a very pale and nauseated Matt. Mr. Caldwell took the moment of anxticy and sadness to pray for Matt, (Thanks SO much for that Terry.).

In a few minutes, everyone was dry, changed, and ready to head out. We all said our farewells and they drove off into the (Almost) sunset. I can't say that I wasn't sad to see everyone go, it was such a fun day that had ended to sadly and abruptly that I felt pretty bad. I felt distant, removed from my friends, my confidants. But God wouldn't let that feeling last long.

On that tuesday, I spent the day feeling pretty much misrebel, for almost no reason! After I got home from work, I proceeded to whine to John B. who did his best to encourage me. (Thanks John for putting up with that...) Later on in the night (or early in the morning for that matter) I talked with another friend we was having struggles in their life. As I continued to talk, I felt empowered. I felt the holy spirit on me, it lifted all my unnessesary troubles off me and gave me the strength to talk with my friend that it made them feel spurred on in their faith. I was re-assured of God. I was talking with a different friend at camp once, and he said to me, "When you get a hug from a person, the warm fuzzy feeling only lasts a short time. When you get a hug from God, the warm fuzzy feeling says, for days and days and days and days, untill it fills your whole heart.". I pretty much felt a hug from God that night that lifted my spirits, and it gave me such joy to serve, and lift up my friend, that it gave me a new outlook on life for DAYS afterward. I realised that I'm only truely happy when God uses me for the furthering of his Kingdom. *sigh* :-)


Crazy.... and I'm still feeling that hug from God, 4 days later.

-Wes

From "oh no..." to "woh" to "ahh CHOO"

Well, so much to talk about, so little time to talk about it.

Well, at about 4:00 Sunday, July 31st, I was informed that the camp my sister works at is shorthanded for how many kids they had that week. They practicly begged for me to come and be an assistant councilor. So the madness of packing insued, becuase the kids get there at around 6 and the camp is 30 minutes away. After I get there, I see alot of friends and have a great deal of fun for the next two days. This is where the "Oh no" part kicks up... One of my boys decided that he didn't want to even be there and so he became a day dreamer, even while on a horse. The horse basicly did all the stuff from memory, because that kid wasn't steering. This made me look bad becuase I'm the novice of this kind of horsemanship that his camp teaches. My troubles only intensified when I found out that my two oldist guys were pimps... (forgive the slang, but its the best way to describe it.) One of them would buy stuff for the girls so that they would like him, the other basicly showed off his muscles and all the girls swooned. So I had to constantly keep them in check. Basicly a bad day.

Thursday... I don't think I'm even going to talk about it... Just rest assured it was possibly the most embarassing day of my life...

Friday, The horse show... My job during this huge show was to make sure that all the horses rotated properly from the barn to the arena and visa versa...

Bad News

The show is going well, suddenly, one of the ranch hands comes up to me crying with blood all over the upper right corner of her shirt. I soon find out that one of the horses got kicked in the head and has a nosebleed. Being around horses a good bit, and knowing that horses can bleed two gallons and still be fine, I reassured the girl that Missie(the horse) will be ok, and not to tell any of the kids...

Guess what?

The kids find out, one way or another, I have now visited the horse and my dad is tending to its nose which has stopped bleeding. All the girl campers and ranch-hands are crying (This is a big deal, because there are a total of THREE guys on staff counting myself.). I have to try to reassure all the little girls AND the teenagers that the horse will be fine, while at the same time making sure each horse is in the right place at the right time.

Thank GOD (woh part begins)

The girls calm down, the kids settle down in general, the wounded horse is showing signs of recovery, The show goes off without a hitch. The night following the most stressful day I've had in a while goes off wonderfully. God gave me the power to change the course of several friendships for the better. God was with me, standing beside me for the rest of that night. All the emotions from Thursday are worked out, for the better... I said my goodbye to some of those who were leaving early.

Then I realised that this whole week was an act of God, cercomstances were made by him to make this for me, this last night proves it. After I saw this, all the lessons I had learned, all the difficultys I had risen above, all the ruts I hit, were all to make myself better. That night, I prayed more forcefully than I have when I was saved, I opened my entire heart... I experienced God, I felt him and his hand uppon me, just like the night I was saved.

And there it is, the happy ending to my story. I honestly think that my last week might as well have been video-taped and made into a mini-movie or some episode of that show "Bug Juice" or something. It was so powerful and had a plot progession of ok, to bad, to aweful, and to amazing.

And last, the "ahh CHOO"

I'm sick, I have been sick since I got back, kinda stinks but I'm empowered emotionally and spiritually.


FORGET THE WORDS: "GOD IS GOOD"
THE TRUTH:"GOD IS AWESOME"

:-)

-Wes

OH! The insanity!

Wow, awesome week

Kennywood trip: First of all, it was a once in a lifetime event. The threat of thunderstorms scared off 80% of the people that would normally be there... Even though it didn't rain all day. When we first got there, we didn't have to wait at all for the rides, just got on and rode. After a while it got busier and we had to wait like 5 minutes to get on. There were a few we had to wait 15-30 minutes for, but they were few and far between. I think my ears still hurt from the girls screaming...

I'm also beginning to think Anna Harvey is a superhero.... her power is SUPER SONIC SCREAM! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Highlights of the day:

Going on the raging rapids twice (With very satisfying results)
Watching crazy people do the sky coaster...
Going on the Phantom's Revenge FIVE times.
Feeling like I'm having a seizure in The Exterminator
Capping mad fools with Justin (arcade, Time Crisis 3)
Watching Dan rant about how pointless "Noah's Arc" and the water part at the end was
Riding the Pirate Ship three times..... amongst MANY screams.
Falling asleep on the turtles
Running across half the park and not being out of breath (Woohoo! personal accomplishment!)
Dan leaving his mark on Lake Kennywood in the form of a plasic cup
Hearing "Gotta break the habit, man" every time I bought a Mt. Dew.
Seeing Hezz and fat older guy wearing the same shirt.... A Women Workers shirt...

Wow, eventful day.

I thank God for my Friends. They are one of my greatest blessings.

Just a Shoutout. :-D

Oh, the Woes of AC

Well, I've spent the past three days without AC. but this one is by far the worst. The National Weather service shows that the heat index is 97 degrees (meaning without wind and plus humidity) and the humidity is at somewhere over 75%

uhg... alright, I just wanted to whine about that.

AWW!

Yeah, I had a serious "aww" moment today... While we were practicing "You'll provide for me" after church today, little Sarah Calvetti came up to me inbetween songs. She made a motion with her finger that signaled me to lean down and said "Mr.(the dot was pronounced)Wes, I have something to tell you. *grin*" (I was a wary at this moment because that was my nickname in Children's Church "Mr(dot)Wes") and I replied, "What is it, Sarah?" as I bent down. She blushed like little girls do and said "I love you.". I smiled and said "awwww, Thank you Sarah.", after that she looked satisfied and tapped me on the nose with her index finger. I was kinda stunned by this sudden show of affection, but it made me really happy that I was making an impact on the kids I serve by helping in Children's Church.

(For those of you who don't know, Sarah Calvetti is around 6 or 7 years old. Those who know for sure can correct me on that.)


My voice is feeling real deep now because of that practice... I had to sing with 8 girls, all of whom have pretty high voices, and my voice is just about as low as Johnny Cash's voice...

I went to the LOTR symphony last night, had an awesome time watching the bows of the violins rise and fall in unisen... After the show I saw a lady decked out as Giladrial, I mean seriously decked out, 3 foot sleaves, movie prop broach, hair extentions, THE ELVISH EARS, and tons of make-up. After that I joined John and Dan B, and Heather and Shannon Q (Who were on a Double date. :-P) and went to Starbucks at 12:30 AM

note to self: never go to station square after 11 PM ever again...

7/14

Its raining, I'm sitting in here at my desk, wondering what to do with myself, read a book, watch TV, play a game, practice Karate, write a small entry in the blog (hehe), go out in the rain... humm, really pretty awesome when life has no huge boundaries, its nice to know I have a choice of activities...

First, I can read a book and be engrossed by a world, made by an author, with characters and a plotline

Second, I can watch a TV sitcom, and become absorbed in a world created by writers and actors, with fake characters and a plotline

Third, I can play a game made by graphic designers, most of the time with fantastic characters and plotline...

On the other hand

I can tone my body and mind by practicing Karate, stretching limbs, toning muscles, improving muscles and improving God's temple that he has given me in the form of a body.

I can write as I'm doing now, putting down thoughts for all the world to see.

And I can go out and enjoy the greatest never-ending show, with the most characters, and the best heroes, God's Creation.

I think I'll go running.

Random thought

In my last post, I said a little bit about my left and right brain fighting, I think one side K.O.ed another last night. I woke up with an aweful headache an whiplash... from what I'm not sure though.

I had a thought about God's grand design today... Think about starlight, what is it that you think of? Suns that are millions of lightyears away? Little points of light in the night sky? The past? Well, I thought about the general idea of light, and this infered the idea that every milisecond, a different ray of light is entering your eye and reflecting onto your retina. I think that what I'm thinking about in this can be summed up in a line of a song

I see a starlight, that has found me,

It was lost for a million years,

And as it fills my eyes, it disappears.

well, there you have it, isn't it amazing that God's creation is so huge that a ray of light can be lost in space, for thousands, or millions of years only to end up in the eye of a being that will only reside on this earth for around 100 years compared to the infinate lifespan of a ray of light. God chose for that light at that instant to hit in that exact spot on the earths surface where your eye would be, just so you could see the light of the star... Isn't it a marvel?

Odd how we take creation for granted.

The first update

Well, I spent the last week leading 6 to 9 yearolds around on horses, tiring, yet fulfilling. Two things I love, horses and little kids.

Today I heard an awesome sermon on Spiritual gifts. Saw some great friends I haven't seen in a while. I had a Karate demo at 3:30 that went very well. After that I just chilled at home till now.

Unfortunately, I have been feeling confused a lot of the time these days. Its hard to explain, but it kinda feels like the left and right side of my brain are fighting. Between spiritual issues and fear of man, I feel mentally taxed. No matter how much sleep, or exercise I get it doesn't go away. When relief comes, its very temporary, but I need to just give it up to God and walk on.

In other news, there must be something wrong with me, I'm a GUY and I have a Hillary Duff song stuck in my head...

Yo

hey, If your reading this, you should know me, but anyway, I'm Wes Sames. and you will find that I'm going to post alot of random thoughts and ideas in the blog, as well as lots of updates on my life... prepare to be bored...