I recently started following a guy on Twitter named Joshua White.  The reason I started following him, is because I found his blog, and I noticed that he almost always has something positive to say.  He chases his dreams. (And is doing so right now)  And Typically always puts something on his Twitter that encourages me.  It’s weird to think that 140 little characters can be such a positive influence on my day.

Two days ago Joshua started posting something he calls #goaladay, and each day he tweets a goal he invites people to try to do.  Yesterdays was taste something you’ve never tasted.  I videoed it.  Basically if it’s ice cream, and doesn’t have oreo’s in it, I don’t like it.. or I have never tasted it.  Here is my #goaladay challenge to taste something I’ve never tasted before.  Enjoy.

As you know I struggle with cynicism.  I do it a lot.  I noticed lately that I tend to focus on the splinters.

You know what I’m saying.  I don’t like to focus on me.  So, instead, I turn it on the church, or other people, or conferences.

So.. Now, I’m going to focus on me.  I am going to focus on the plank in my eye.  I might even write about it… I guess you’ll just have to find out.

I was recently talking to a friend/the guy I was kinda named after/my mom’s friend from high school in Kuwait.  We were talking about how she was, and her addictions.

It was a really great conversation.  It helped me remember my “real mom”.  I got the opportunity to weed through my memories, and recall what she was like sober.  And you know what….. she was a good mom.  It’s hard to think that drugs of some sort controlled her for a good part of her life.  It is nice to look back at the memories of her, and remember the times she was clean, and the unmistakable love she had for all of her children.

My mom died this day 4 years ago.  The last words I said to my mother weren’t nice.  As a matter of fact, they were probably some of the most hurtful words I’ve ever said.  But, I can live knowing that she did know I love her and know that she loves me.  The hurt is still with me, but a rejoice to know that she isn’t in pain.  She isn’t suffering from addiction anymore, and that she is again, my real mom.  I know she loves me, and that feels good.

Mom, I love you.

I’m at a point in my life where I just don’t have much time.  I have a lot of stuff on my mind that I want to write out and share, but it’ll have to wait a minute.

Hopefully here soon, I’ll have a few free minutes to jot down my thoughts.  Until then.. Browse around and find some of my posts.  There are a few worth reading.  Enjoy.