Chill. True. Sweet.

“I won’t find what I am looking for
If I only “see” by keeping score
‘Cuz I know now You are so much more than arithmetic.

‘Cuz if I add, if I subtract
If I give it all, try to take some back
I’ve forgotten the freedom that comes from the fact
That You are the sum,
So You are the one
I want.”

Live life like a thankYou!

Keep Smyling

-MAC <>< = )

I made the Man of Sorrows sorry
By all my foolish lies
I drove the nails, I raised the cross
I was the reason that He died

Utterly unfaithful then
I added anger to my sin
In a world already dark to me
I closed my eyes and would not see

So I may kick and I may scream
Say many things I do not mean
Hold blindly to what is not true
But I will not walk away from You

Just why I choose to disobey
I simply cannot tell
Why I blame You when I rebel
And weep for wounds I give myself

Then screaming at an empty sky
I search for You and wonder why
Though I cause You so much agony
You refuse to walk away from me

Don’t read me pointless poems, friend
Don’t diagnose, don’t condescend,
Though you may be right to disagree
I need someone who’ll weep with me

-Michael Card

Sigh… (Dear Jesus… Thanks… =)

Those days of relevant diversity are gone… words, trip over themselves… thoughts are all look-alikes… and pointlessness prevails… I’ve never really cared for the flavor of self-esteem anyway… Thanks, self. Goodnight, world. -Some of Michael’s Thoughts

“So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from.” -Avett Brothers, The Weight of Lies


I just had a rather long day…

-got stalked by a random dude with a belt buckle…

-helped sell baked goods at a church.

-took a nap in my parents’ van. (’twas warm. =D )

-had lunch with my sister! =D at some wonderful people’s house, and saw some friends I hadn’t seen in a while. =)

-made the whole car turn around on our mini-road trip… to retrieve a much needed key, and a slightly less necessary, bright orange hat.

-shot a super old shotgun, my dad gave me, from my grandpa(<who got it from his dad, maybe?)

-laughed about operator-error and hand-launched clay pigeons.

-rode a jeep unconventionaly.

-just missed getting to watch a calf get born.

-had fried egg sandwiches for dinner…  and wonderful wonderful water.

-watched the Blindside, and Shooter.

-talked about random stuff in the dark, with some rather joyful friends.

-rode an hour home… silence, intertwined with speech… simple, serene… sweet.

-had a skirmish with my parents’ cat.

-listened to the Avett Brothers

-blogged about my day.


Goodnight, fellow creations of our Awesome God.

Keep Praying, trusting, smyling…

-MAC <>< = )

Promise of Summer…

March 24, 2010

A’ight… so…

Jackopierce… Pretty chill. -like fly… like uber-rad!

mannnnn… *shakes head* what a song…

Sleep well, all ya’ll… T.T.Y.S. (Yeah, you gotta say each one out in letter format.)

wow… I need to sleep… work’s tomorrow… and there’s a road full of snow for me to brave out there!

G’night, kids!

-MAC <>< = )


Trust God.

Three things, three…

December 4, 2009

First: All songs… 

1. Mess of Me, by Switchfoot. 

2. Monster, by Skillet 

3.  Incomplete Lullaby, by Lisa Mitchell 


Second: All events… 

1.  Work. 

2.  Bible Study. 

3. The “till whenever” party! 


Third:  All happening… 

1.  Sister: Blogging. 

2. Me: Chess. 

3.  Brother: Firefight. 


Explanation?  None… 

May y0ur pineapples forever fall on the far side of the hill, 

and may your giraffes give gregarious heed to sound doctrine. 

“I stick my neck out for nobody.” 

The way of the pomegranite lies before you… Do not deny…   

-MAC <>< = ) 

“Nobody’ll take you seriously, if you write stuff like that.”
“Really?  You sure?”
“How do you know?”
“How do I know?  Just think of it… some guy, has some good stuff to say, and then one day, just goes off the deep end and starts trying to sound eloquent about a fellowship of Giraffes!?”
“People think stuff like that all the time. I’m just the guy who says it out loud… or -rather- who puts it on his blog in the middle of the night.  I’m giving a voice to the shy, voiceless pseudo-insanity that lies in all of us.”
“You know what you’re doing?  You’re going nuts!  -Crazy! “
“Crazy? This always comes up… it’s either all about dying, or all about insanity… why can’t your freudianism lead to something normal?”

“Normal… is… not… normal.”
“Look who’s talking.”
“People are listening to this… maybe we should talk somewhere, else?”
“Why?  You scared?”
“Maybe… and what if I am? Are you going to keep talking, anyway?

“Please don’t. Be kind.”




“Very well then.”

“Very… well.”

The dark cannot
Deny the deeds
Of Him who’s three in one.
And all
These thoughts
Run through my head,
Before the rise of sun.

Be here,
I beg! This “death”
I dread!
The solace of my sleep is deceit!

My heart
Is desperately wicked,
And swift
Toward evil, my feet!

Can past death
Deny the deeds
Of Him who’s three in one?
With all
These thoughts,
And all this “Life”
My mind is never done.

“It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep, cuz everything is never as it seems, when I fall asleep.” 

Adam Young, in this song, sings, “It’s hard to say THAT I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep…”

I was dissapointed when I learned this… I’ve always thought he said, “It’s hard to say BUT I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep…”

It made me sad. ha ha! 

Anyway… My friends come back from South Africa in five days!

And grounders plans are in the works, for Monday… =)

My sister just informed me, that last week on my blog, I had a rather humorous typo…

Ten, zero-dollar-bills to anybody who finds it. =)


-MAC <>< =)