bruno mars & the NBA, who knew?

"All i went through, led me to you..so I'd do it all over again."

"I've been working hard so long, seems like pain has been my only friend. My fragile heart has been done so wrong, I've wondered if I'd ever heal again. Just like all the seasons, never stay the same. All around me i can feel the change. I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me, leave the past behind me. Today my life begins. A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking. I know i can make it. Today my life begins."

Gotta love bruno mars :)

Hey michelle quinto i was reading you're blog and i just have to copy this quote i found from you..it's simply amazing! So give it up for michelle :)

"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact, It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing."
-NBA

You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

“If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart, I’ll always be with you.”

-Winnie the Pooh

who knew winnie the pooh could have such wisdom? a cartoon bear, simply stating something i definitely needed to hear.
:)

cute huh?

I'm singing in the rain!

"I'm singin in the rain, just singin in the rain. what a glorious feeling, im happy again. I'm laughing at clouds, its dark up above..the suns in my heart. and im ready for love. let the storm and clouds and chase everyone from the place. come on with the rain, i have a smile on my face. i walk down the lane, with a happy refrain. just singin, singin in the rain. dancing in the rain. im happy again. im singin and dancin in the rain."

"Everyone says the rain makes them sad, i guess they haven't tried dancing in it"
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's about learning to dance and sing in the rain."

This whole singing and dancing in the rain thing is significant. It means through the hard times, you can always find joy..my joy is God. There's no limit to happiness, even if there's a storm you can always sing and dance in it :)

(:

Romans 8:38-39 For i am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. ♥

John 16:33 “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”


HIS LOVE TAKES OVER!


Ten ways to love:

1. Listen without interrupting
2. Speak without accusing
3. Give without sparing
4. Pray without ceasing
5. Answer without arguing
6. Share without pretending
7. Enjoy without complaint
8. Trust without wavering
9. Forgive without punishing
10. Promise without forgetting
♥

in awe.

To.Save.A.Life.
I just watched it tonight, and OMG it was amazing..it inspired me. So much hurt is in the world today, i mean SO much. I need to be so much more courageous with my faith, cause who knows? it might just save a life. I mean what am i doing? I go all these places, i do all these activities, i have all these friends...and yet, i fail to show God in my actions, and i fail to walk up to someone who might just need a little encouragement? shame on me for being such a sinner. God i repent, take my life. Us christians all need to stand together, and sheesh goodness go be bold and brave guys..we only got one life, why aren't we living it?
GO SAVE A LIFE :)

grow up!

I don't understand..
Most of my girlfriends all are SO needy..like they don't feel good about themselves unless guys are giving them attention. WHAT AN EMPTY LIFE. cause guys themselves are just idiots at this age. i mean why would you want attention from a stupid hormonal boy? its so pathetic. They get their self worth from guys, no wonder why their so insecure. im getting sick of it. A guy should not determine what you think about yourself. I'm so fed up with girls and their stupidness. i really want to slap some sense into some of them.
what.the.crap.
grow.up.
At this point in life i don't really give a flying s^&% what guys think about me. wanna know why? cause WHO CARES? i've got God, who thinks im so precious and beautiful. for crying out loud, who needs a lame guy determining your self worth?
just gotta say, it must suck needing all the attention...cause thats pretty darn empty to base your self worth on other peoples opinions. Cause i am just perfectly fine with who i am, and who God made me to be. if guys have a problem with who i am, they can go away and grow a pair of balls.

Deep Regret

My friend Pete has a theory he refers to as “Deep Regret.”

By definition, Deep Regret is the acute anxiety or inevitable apprehension trigged in the average male by the sudden or unexpected appearance of an immensely beautiful girl he innately knows is way out of his league. This girl is so gorgeous, so exquisite, so stunning, he becomes instantly enamored beyond mental functionality and can barely keep his eyes from popping out of his head, let alone bring himself to speak to her. Her beauty and elegance, her feminine mystique are so intoxicating, so staggering, his knees involuntarily go weak, he becomes unreasonably inarticulate, and as a result, just stands there like a n00b with his jaw on the sidewalk. Naturally, she takes zero notice of him and doesn’t even acknowledge his existence as she gracefully strolls away out of sight, and ultimately out of this life forever. It’s not a conscious thing on her part; she’s not being discourteous or mean by any stretch of the imagination, she’s just that sweet, innocent and utterly charming. She simply has no idea.

Okay. Never for a second have I pretended to have the ever-elusive female charm all figured out, but I can certainly speak for the impending inhibitions that we shy males must deal with. I’d tried to give this crazy phenomena a suitable title for a long time until Pete finally hit the nail on the head. Deep Regret refers to the irresistible longing a boy has to approach and speak to his dream girl even though he cannot physically or emotionally make himself do it. He is trapped in inner turmoil. Stricken by quiet chaos. Utterly helpless. Paralyzed. Despite the inner machine gun spray of stinging desperation, he watches her walk away and spends that night staring at the ceiling wondering WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED had he found the strength to fight back the nerves long enough to say hello. His chance is lost, she is gone, yet he still replays the scene in his head, wishing he wasn’t such a jellyfish around pretty girls. Who knows what might’ve happened? He kicks himself. The wondering alone could choke a moose.

That, dear friends, is Deep Regret.

We opened for John Mayer in Houston a few months ago. Myself and good pal/monitor engineer Micah were hoofing down the quarter mile stretch from the venue to the bus after soundcheck. The sidewalk led us around the perimeter of the grounds before intersecting with a long line of fans waiting to get into the show. We were minding our own business, talking about nothing in particular when suddenly, it happened. I glanced off to my right and my heart literally stopped dead.

It was electric. It all happened in slow motion. There in front of us was a group of girls in their early/mid-twenties, walking and chatting amongst themselves on their way to the show. One of them turned to say something to her friend and I almost had a heart attack. I literally, physically couldn’t breathe. Everything about her was gorgeous. Her eyes, her smile, the way her hair fell across her face, the way she laughed, the way she walked. I was immediately struck by the Stupid Hammer as my frozen charisma melted all over the sidewalk and I stood there gaping like a ridiculous imbecile.

Allow me to pause for a moment simply to clarify that this was NOT a beastly, primal, overly-rugged masculine emotion that took hold of me. I did NOT slobber all over myself via lewd desire like some impudent, lustful, arrogant bro. I did NOT jump up and down and inwardly scream “Woah, that girl is hot!” because it is my personal opinion that the word “hot” has been weighed down by so many repulsive, disrespectful connotations (all thanks to modern media), that it has ultimately become a rather derogatory adjective with which to describe such pure and blameless beauty. It has a devious way of cheapening it and that tends to bug me. Deep Regret and the stunning quality of such unpolluted beauty is far too exquisite and innocent to be associated with such brash crudeness.

Whew. Glad that’s all cleared up.

She was beautiful. Actually, beautiful doesn’t even touch how graceful this woman was. I was utterly smitten. My mouth went dry and my heart beat around inside my chest like a dull jackhammer as the butterflies in my stomach strapped on rusty ice skates and raged in thunderous fury. My malfunctioning mental faculties shuddered and turned over a few times like a cold engine in a winter morning before promptly shutting down. It was the first time in my life I’d truly felt stunned by beauty.

I was speechless. She was Cinderella.

As I stood there incapacitated, she glided by and continued on down the sidewalk, just being totally sweet and innocent. We never made eye contact, she didn’t happen to look up or notice me. She had no idea I was even there. I instantly knew what had happened because it hit me like an iron bell in an empty church.

DEEP REGRET STRIKES AGAIN.

This is where I tell everyone how I’ve never fancied myself a terribly romantic person, and just like anyone, I have my fair share of rough edges. However, during this particular scenario in Houston, had I kept my wits about me and somehow found the nerve to approach Cinderella, I suspect I would’ve merely blabbered a load of silly rubbish via a doomed attempt of acting “cool” or “outgoing” or “fun,” only to fail miserably. Of course, I still wonder what would’ve happened. Alas, the world continues to turn, life continues to endure, and Deep Regret continues to strike like a viper.

Despite all of this, there is hope, endless amounts of the stuff, and that’s my favorite part.

This is where I swallow an overdose of optimism, leap out of my chair with my fist in the air, and shout from the rooftops at the top of my lungs, “Life must go on!” for this I truly know:

She is out there. My Cinderella. She is real. She exists. I pray for her constantly. May God satisfy the desires of her heart, draw her close, consume her. May He claim her passions, her identity, her refuge, her hopes, her strengths and weaknesses, every fiber of her being. May she treasure and cherish her Savior more than anything of this world and cling to His will with every ounce of her stamina. By all that she is, does, and strives to be, may He draw near to her and she to Him.

-Adam Young.

Oh how this boy can write like no other :)