Nothing to write about

So I have nothing to really write about, but for some reason feel compelled to begin putting down some words anyways. At my new residence, we have so many opportunities to do things not possible where I previously resided. Today was a gorgeous day by any account. Mid 30's, sunny, and snow on the ground provided the groundwork for a few great hours of cross country skiing. We have a wonderful "course" aptly named silvermoon. One night while telemark skiing I slammed my knee into my ski taking off a layer of the topcoat on my ski pants. By the time I arrived back at my house I could barely bend my knee, and it hurt like crazy. I'm talking about the hurt were not even moving, you bend over and writhe in the pain, twisting and turning. Now I am a firm believer that recovering from injuries is made easier with some activity, getting the blood flowing through injured areas, and loosening up swollen bruises. I can not say that I have any medical training, or research to document this theory, but it has always worked for me.

Luckily we had some liquor at the house so I had a few vodka-tonics to ease the pain, and since it was still snowing outside there was no other moral choice but to put on the xc skis and go explore. The exploration was a raving success, a great workout, and therapeutic for my knee. Towards the end of my gawky ski session, the snow stopped and the moon peaked out. The reflection of the moon on my skis, and the tracks of packed down snow seemed oddly silver....or was that the vodka-tonics?

The snow last night made the day session unbelievably good. Josh, Forrest and I found some new trails, did the classic uphills and downhills, and even a jump here and there. Halfway through we stopped and had frozen slush beers, and continued to enjoy the day. We felt liberated and free compared to the bundled up drivers we would occasionally see going down the road. Wearing one layer and sweating while laughing with friends is incomparable to sitting in a cold automobile, thinking the sweating kids are crazy. I hope the snow sticks around a little longer so we can track it up again tomorrow and for days to come.

Thus concludes my sloppy array of run-on sentences!

Nothing Important

Well there is really nothing important or exciting for me to write about, but I am trying to begin to write at least some words every day. The most exciting thing about today was that I obtained some running shoes, adding to my list of ways in which to get some endorphins flowing. The last time I tried to run I started by doing 1-2 hour runs and rather immediately injuring my knee. My illiotibial band has been the culprit because the constant pedaling motion of the bicycle can certainly tighten some parts of the leg past God's reccomended specs.

The plan is to start by doing short runs and build up muscles that understand how to run, and can make it an efficient work-out. This topic has quickly exhausted itself, so I will proceed to another thought that I had during the day. I was reading about how sometimes we grow really impatient with what God is doing in our lives. This sometimes has made me frustrated beyond belief. In all honesty I feel more likely to forget that I even asked or wanted anything from God, than to truly be patient and see it through to the end. Talk of little faith, eh? So I was of course investigating patience, and things of the sort, and the idea that God will often wait for us pretty much knocked me on my ass. Who am I to ask God to do things in my life while I go do pretty much whatever I want without the intention of growing? This is one of those instances in my life where I am sure that I am the one being waited for. I'm holding up this beautiful ride of sorts, and I intend to make up some ground.

The other option is that I am being overpatient. Most that know me will laugh at how ludicrous that sounds. Honestly it is not that unlikely though because it is far too easy in our society to sit around and wait, rather than really getting out there and making moves.

I was recently hit by a bus

The weekend before last I was hit by a bus, hit and run style. I have been seeking the meaning of my life and what God desires from me, but not really pursuing it with everything I've got. Since the bus made contact I have started to think, "well, why did I survive with minor scrapes and bruises?" God could have taken me right there, ended my struggle here on earth, but chose not to. There is definately a purpose to this, rarely am I so sure as now. There are many areas in my life that could use some improvement, and I have already been in the process of staging my reforms. This blog will serve the sole purpose of being a way for me to channel some thoughts about my life, I don't really care if anyone reads it or not.

Thought number one.

I was reading today in a book of a former athiest in regards to finding proof of God's existence and overturning some of the arguments that cause the msot doubt even amongst fervent believers. I was struck by a refutal to the proposition that God cannot exist if there is evil in the world. It talked about using the standard of good to judge evil, and realistically thinking we can agree that horrible suffering isn't what anyone wants, and really is not the way we were meant to be. Haiti being in everyones thoughts right now, we can all agree that it is devastating and even "not right." That inner ability to decipher what feels wrong to us, is proof that God created us in his image, and to do good. The ability to choose good or evil is the one thing that makes possible. Real love, whether of man or God must involve a choice.