Coffee From a Soup Bowl

Everyone has always said that the one thing I need is more energy and a shorter attention span. I had two cups of coffee at home, and then was talked into one GINORMOUS soup bowl of a cup of coffee by my brother, and so here I sit at my desk twitching and chasing a thousand different thoughts in a thousand different directions.

I really need to blog more often, it's cathartic for me. I need to make this a daily practice... setting aside space to clear my head. Whether of not I have something earth shattering to say, just to kind of clean up the junk that clutters the ol' noodle.

Things have been good lately. I am still looking to regain that white hot passion, but even so, I'm in a good place. It's funny. I always dreamed that this job would fan those flames of my passion forever, and my faith has required no less work than before. In fact, the work may actually be more involved, for now not only do I have to fight the spiritual complacency that attacks us all, but I have to fight letting my faith become my job. I have got to make space for God to be my God and to speak to me on a personal level. If I don't do that, then everything else is in vein, right? I'm trying to slow myself and let God invade every corner of this little life of mine, but it's a battle. Will you pray that I have the courage to keep fighting?

I'll be out of town for the weekend, but I'll write again soon!