Works of Love

OK, so this is REALLY big for me.

I just finished cleaning up my kitchen. Now, I mostly did this for my dad. You see, he loves coming home to a clean house, especially a clean kitchen.

The thing is, me cleaning is also part of living at my house (obviously). It's part of being a family. Everyone pitches in to carry the weight so my mom and dad don't have a second full time job. But, at the same time, I cleaned my kitchen because it would make my dad happy. Not to earn his love or happiness with me, but to do something nice for him.

It's the exact same thing with our Father. We do things for Him not because we have to, but it makes Him happy. It doesn't earn His love for us, but it lets Him know that we love Him back.

In the same way that a husband brings flowers not to prove that he his a husband, but rather to invest in the relationship.

My sonship is never determined by what I do. But my love for my dad inspires me to clean the kitchen to let him know that I love him.

All things being equal

I'm happy. Pretty happy. I'm thinking about trying some new things. Every so often I feel like I'm in a rut, and need to shake things up. I just get bored.

So, I might change a couple things about the way I dress. Maybe some new glasses. You know, that sort of thing.

Oh, and I'm thinking about changing the way I work with people.

Walking

So many times I think we complicate things.

Most important of these things is Spirituality. In my experience I have constantly compared and drawn conclusions on how my Spiritual walk should look based on both what i have learned and what I have observed (both first hand and through reading).

Instead, I am coming to terms with how intimately personal my walk is. I mean, we're dealing with an infinite God that deals with us as a Father, a King, and a lover. It is only natural that our lives should be more complicated then something we just read.

At least it is that way for me. I'll post more as I get a handle on this. It's pretty big for me. I've never really viewed my walk as that personal, and I'm starting to really get that.

-Jacob

Necessity

Hello everyone. And by everyone I mean my blog.

I am posting this by necessity. I don't really have anything to post, but if I don't put something here on a fairly regular basis I'll stop and I would like it if it doesn't do that.

So, I'll post a list of things I've been thinking of.

• Inheritance vs. Service


• The necessity of submission.


• How your path into the wilderness affects your time in the wilderness.

If anyone doesn't understand that. Sorry.

Ask me about it.

To Remember

I couldn't just have the "new blog post."

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To Remember
Windowless rooms and vine filled walls.
There's always more within.
Doors to nowhere and no end in sight,
you'll never know what you'll find next.
The people whisper nothings
and give themselves over to even less.
It's no surprise that's all that's
left.
So many questions:
"Where have the windows gone?"
And even more answers.
It's no surprise we're all that's
left.
No map, no sense of direction,
just looking for that magic "X."
Even then, no one wants to dig.
It's too much to hope,
and even less to look.
Too hard to see.
All that's left is to
Reminisce of stained light filtered
through ancient glass.

One more time...

This is a fairly ridiculous and stereotypical first post, but it is my first post none the less.

I'm starting this blog, I want a place to put writing, thoughts, and my general progress through life. And with as much shame as it puts on me, this is really the only place to put it. So, here we go.

-Jacob