the hook for my book...

"In the midst of the pitch that was half of all that was, a lone, glowing figure stood, suspended in the darkness, as if standing on an obsidian platform. Opposite of her, in the midst of the brightness that was the rest of all that was, a blackened figured loomed, statuesque, his shoulders back, his chin forward, his jaw set. This would be the confrontation that would decide who's reality would govern all..."


yeah. this is owned by me. i plan on using it in my upcoming book, A Tale Apart...
so, if you wanna hear tidbits once in a while, keep reading, if not... don't read, lol! anyway, see you guys & gals later!!!

last night

what did i tell you? i told you the night that i run, or skip, as i predicted last time, that we wouldn't have service... the important stuff first, then we'll move on to how i knew i would skip instead of running like a normal person.

kk, well, i was in my little booth and several times i was thinking, "man, i don't like it back here, i can't stand up, i can't close my eyes, i can't run..." then i kinda mocked myself and was like, "you wouldn't do it anyway..." well... i guess i showed me!!! lol, i was back there and i was like, " you know what?!??!?! i'm doing it!!!" and i stepped out, looked back at the door, and i almost walked right back in, but i decided that if i wasn't gonna run, i was gonna jump, and honestly, i think it's more respectable looking to do 25 backwards cartwheels with your nose running and in the middle of a snow storm than to jump... i hate jumping straight up with a passion born not of words... but of deeds... lol, anyway, my reasoning was that if i did something i didn't like back where no one could see me, then God would see it, and realize that " Hey, he's really trying. i guess i can help him out, since he's proving he wants me too." i jumped a few times, and then before i knew it, i took of skipping!!! as soon as i took off, then i immediately had control and could have stopped if i wanted to... but i didn't. i got all the way around, and then i stopped up in the front right corner and i danced a little, then after i felt that God was happy with the praise i'd given, i turned and walked, limped, back to my little square booth. lol, i think i was kinda bothering bro. tod because i kept getting up, and leaving the booth. but he understood, i think. i prayed for some people, too. i learned something not too long ago. i've been claiming my mountains... and other peoples too, i guess... i've been telling God, " you know what God? this is mine, and i'm not quitting till i get it!" thankfully God's been acting like a dad and wrestling just a little bit, and then letting me feel like i won, though he just gave it to me. i beleive bro. Greg Hardin is healed... i don't care what anyone says, even though i have no more news as of yet. that man i like a father to me. he was only a small part of my life, but he loved me, and still loves me, and i'm more comfortable around that man than anyone else in the world, but you'll never notice it. i stand up straight around him, accept for my head, which i bow out of respect. that's just my natural way of showing respect. bro. Hardin knows things about me i've told only a small amount, even though it's not bad, it's just personal. i trust him with my life, and i refuse to let one of the people who supported me, and loved me when no one else did, to suffer and die. that's my miracle, and it'll happen and you'll all see God's healing power! i've prayed for others, and God gave 'em what they needed. i just prayed for what i felt i should, and they came to me crying after service, thanking me, not that i'll ever deserve it. it's God, folks... not me. i'm just a sinner who has to wake up every morning, wash the dust off, and pray for God to wash me throughout the day, so i can stay clean and acceptable. everybody fails, i'm an everbody, so don't try to say i think i'm something, cuz i know i'm no better than the people shooting up, and stealing things to sell and get their next high... so don't ever think you're something. remember where you came from, and know that "there, for the grace of God, go I." God's the something... we're just what he's decided to use to reach through the darkness and find more to show his love.


anyway, i didn't mean to preach on anyone, but it started going so i wrote it...
on to my second thing i wanted to say!!!!!! how i knew i would skip instead of running. well, ever since i was little kid, i've hated running... more than giving blood, and everyone knows thats one of my greatest fears... running is just uncomfortable and i don't like it. so i skipped as a little kid. it's easier on your legs and more comfortable, plus you can be fast no matter what!!! anyway, it got to the point where if something scared me, i skipped away in one mega long stride, turned and checked it out, and then took off, skippin' some more! well, skipping is the instinctive thing for me. so yeah, that's how i knew...