I'm amazed how much a person's childhood determines his personality. Let me give you an example that's rather outrageous: our relationships with our mothers (or fathers if you're females) when we're still toddlers and when we're growing up will determine, or at least will help us understand, our relationship with our significant others.
Let me shift gear to another topic that's related to relationships: acceptance. In the end, we're left to the realization that we're actually still children in many ways who are trying our hardest to gain acceptance from our surroundings and to seek unconditional love, which is almost always unavailable in this sinful world. With this in mind, let me invite you to think critically about facebook: don't you agree that attention-seeking through facebook supports this very fact? Look at ourselves... look at our neurotic attempts to gain other people's attention that we're actually something.... This is my thought: attention seeking is neurotic and is a dead-end road, and therefore will get us nowhere and will not give us the ultimate satisfaction. Don't limit this thought with facebook, look around, and search your hearts....
I don't know where I'm going with this, but only in our Father can we find rest for our hearts. Now, listen to your hearts; realize that they have worked very hard and endured so much beatings in this cruel environment. And so, give and let them rest.
What does it mean to find rest in our Father? I don't know... but I believe it has something to do with the following verse:
"As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my
love. If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love.... My
command is this: Love each other as I have loved you." --John 15:9, 10, 12
Apparently someone put my number in his ad on a newspaper somewhere. I keep getting calls from people asking me about a computer I'm supposedly selling....
What else... oh yeah, two days ago a little boy, four-and-a-half years old, from the taekwondo class I'm teaching said to me, "I love you so much."
When you love somebody, you'll have to have the heart to let that person go. But when that person starts ignoring you for no reasons, what do you do? They say, love must be sincere, hate what is evil, and cling to what is good, and that to love means to be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, and faithful in prayers....
Where were you when I was burned and broken While the days slipped by from my window watching and where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless Because the things you say and the things you do surround me While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words Dying to believe in what you heard I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted Outside the rain fell dark and slow While I pondered on this dangerous but irresisible pastime
I took heavenly ride through our silence I knew the moment had arrived For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride through our silence I knew the waiting had begun And I headed straight... into the shining sun
Great song, isn't it? Hm... I love Pink Floyd.
Anyway, I figured I needed to update this page after a long time of inactivity. I'm still in Ann Arbor, and still working for the same company. I'm loving every bit of it. So, yeah, there wasn't anything that's new really, except that I've been thinking a lot lately that I might quit programming indefinitely in some distant future, oh say... 5-10 years from now, and perhaps even abandon the IT world completely. Crazy I know, but for some reasons in the past couple months I'm starting to feel that I'm called to do something else, which I'm seriously looking into right now. I'm heading straight into the shining sun!
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song.
I'm twenty-three now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl.
I held her close, but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write.
And the leaves that are green turn to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.
I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown,
And they wither with the wind,
And they crumble in your hand.
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello,
Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye, Good-bye,
That's all there is.
And the leaves that are green turned to brown.
