IT'S STORY TIME!!!!

yay I love story time. 

Okay, so I was in the town of Florence, Italy for an art class. A night club was showing our work so we all attended. The options for the night were talking to drunk people, buying 10$ drinks, and eating the free and very salty pasta. At the food tables I found nice candles, cheap paper table cloths covered in spilt pasta, and large empty bowls. I looked to see the crowd part and a waiter with a fresh bowl. Before the waiter sat the bowl down people were taking spoonful after spoonful of the stuff. Oh, it was gone. I did have one friend who was abstaining from the juice, as I say, and we wanted some bites. I had a plan, I was going to get us some pasta. The waiter came, I pounced. Elbows like swords, butt like two shields, Afro like a vertigo inducing cloud, I slid in behind the waiter. To my delicious surprise, I was close enough to the action. Suddenly a commotion, people gasped and yelled, someone pulled one of the tables away from the rest, and people gawked at the table cloth ablaze. 

            

And me? Ruthless. "This is my chance" I thought. 

That is the end of the story really. I just shared the loot, the booty, the catch

and went home, as is my custom.

love 

shua moshe ck ck wingy tora "braden"

A little more

so I was able to solidify a little more of what I learned that day when the woman spoke to me. I said that I think that Jesus might have been peaceful when he was being accused. (please reference the post a couple down) 

What I realized is that when a time of worry, anxiety or other comes I look at the four elements of my situation. One is the subject, ie Jesus, one is the object, ie the accusers, another is the context ie the situation, another is God. 

I was painting. 

I felt discouragement 

I wasn't having fun 

I was considering that maybe I should stop landscape painting

The truths were

Subject: I have done painting a lot, should one painting upset me? I am secure; my peace, joy or happiness, self-worth or value does not at all depend on this painting. 

Object: This was one, small painting, not a big deadline or something.

Context: I have had many times that I really enjoyed my landscape painting, I can't expect to have fun with every painting, all of the time. If I think, I can remember other times that I struggled in the middle of a painting and really loved the end. "Braden, compare this to working at the factory and then see if you are still complaining"

God: God directed me to art school, provided for me when I was there, even used the occasion to bring Stacy and me together, I am not doing art and painting for no reason. God gave me these talents and when I do me best to honor him with them, ( I think) that he will honor that.

that's what I do

thank for reading 

try this out sometime

Sincerely 

B. Joshua M. Williams

Most of the time

I was thinking, I thought that I loved making music. This is true when I play with people and it is about people interacting through music. Other times it feels merely like people playing at the same time. In these times the emphasis is so much on the sound and one’s skills. I play this latter sort of band now.

It seems that sometimes people start something, let’s say in a church a choir is started, because there are many who want to sing. At a later time there is not the same interest and it is a burden to fill the choir. Instead of changing, people hold onto it and compare the present to an older time when the choir fit the context. It is difficult to change I guess. It seems to me that people tend to hand on to things when it may be  better to change it. 

Hi I’m a person. 

A serious post

HI

well
I love God so much.

I was walking and praying that God would open my life, that he would free me, that a gloomy cloud I had been living in would be dissipated.

Do you want to know what I am learning? Well I going to say.

I was working at a factory and a lady make a comment like, "You don't think do you."

I don't take this well. It rolls in my mind and brings fear, worry, self doubt, flailing self justification, and the like.

As I attempted to tell myself truths, I was able to see more truths.

Which are: Mean people have to live with themselves, that stinks.

Mean people attract mean people, and that stinks for them, their getting what they dish out.

I don't need to be personally offended, I am smart and have a good education, "I do think"

I don't need to justify the meanness with a defence, I need to sit in the truth.

I don't need to be personally offended I am associated with an outstanding name.

yo dude

then the curtain rolled to reveal this idea

I think that I need the most truthful perspective of every situation or "stich"

What is my true context? Who am I in this sitch?

okay

well this is what i was wondering, i think that when Jesus was silent like a lamb before slaughter it was because he knew his sitch. when people were falsely accusing, hitting, and spitting, he didn't need to cry out in defense. he knew: who his accusers were, they were just acting according to plan, they were living with the punishment that is the fact that they were crucifying the Christ, they were only humans, he was God, he knew he was going to become saviour through this, he knew he was going to receive the highest glory. God is the judge. well,

i bet that he was full of peace when they were accusing him that is why he didn't need to speak.

just a thought

well to me it is more because

i can learn peace through this

and have been having much more lately

I am going to post a picture just for fun

thanks for
the comments all you comment making commentators
oh and a quick shout out for
Josh and Leslie
dude(s) you rock!

from me

A poem of Braden 8/23/08 5am-ish

O Lord have mercy on me
Please fill my life with
Joy and gladness
God you are so wonderful
I think about you and
Am thankful.

My Father in Heaven, this
Morning sleep is so far
From my eyes and
Rest so far from my bones

My flesh tells me, “Worry
About today, your body
Will hurt and pain will
Be your companion.”
But I trust in you
For from you come
Every good and
Perfect gift!

In you I trust
Your existence is my hope
Your character as revealed
In scripture is my
Comfort.

I am thankful o Lord
For the joy of knowing
It- of knowing you that is.
Lord my excitement
Grows at the thought
Of you in eternity

My Lord you, your unfailing
Love, Is so desirable in
The quiet of this
Morning, in amongst
The cricket legs rubbing

I see your beauty is
in creation in part
unlike people creators
who’s work may be
beautiful while their
life is ugly

You God are hinted of
In the unending intensity of
Creation.

God I love you thank you
For letting me kind of
Meet with you, you
Are awesome

I love you!