Wandering Heart

List-y posts are quite popular these days.  I've already made one, so why not another!  I'll join in all the fun and be like everyone else.  I may be completely wrong in what I am about to write but, Lord willing, if I am I will be corrected and reined in. Where should I begin?  Well, just to get things started.  This has been a miserable year (at times) for me.  Nothing in comparison to some people, but something to me.  Never before now have I been so confused as to who God says He is and the lack of what I see of Him experientially.  Here are a few examples and ways I mean to help me (and maybe you) know what I'm meaning. 1.  God calls Himself Provider. Yet, I had to take a whole year off of my schooling to pay for it.  I had to rely on my own means to meet my need of schooling. 2.  God is called the Comforter. Yet, I've never felt so alone this past year.  What I experience day to day is often loneliness. That's not...

So, when you think of a single man, a bachelor, living alone or perhaps with a roommate or two, you usually think of a somewhat unkempt house or apartment with pizza and beer in the fridge, no feminine touches like nice curtains or designed kitchen towels or any things of that sort.  Yes, I am being very stereotypical and guess what...I'm a stereotypical bachelor.  My staples are frozen pizzas and bacon if I'm up for cooking it (maybe eggs too), I drink unashamedly out of the milk carton, my bed's rarely made, I hardly use plates just bowls, and if I could afford it they would all be paper.  I'm not sure why it's always portrayed that men are this way, unless I'm an anomaly but I think I'd be thinking too highly of myself if I thought that to be true.  Maybe I'm the only one that finds this humorous and ironic but that's OK! On Instagram I recently added all these celebrities to those I 'follow'.  Stand up characters like Katy Perry, Anna K...

Looky!  I told you maybe one day I'd write another 'ponderings'.  And here it is!  In all its length (with some depth, hopefully!). Again, I'd like to preface this with saying I'm in no way an expert on this topic and not hardly even qualified to write on this one especially.  These are just simply thoughts from a simple mind over past months gathered from fellow students in classes, teachers and professors and philosophers, family and friends, and experiences. This evening I was cooking up (well, just warming up) a blueberry muffin.  (Which I'm addicted to right now!).  As I took the thing out of the oven a piece of it got on my finger.  I shook it off but realized it was a blueberry stuck on there and had to wipe it off to make the burning stop.  It hurt!  And sometimes still does.  And I have a little mark and blister where it happened.  I'll stop now cuz I'm starting to sound a bit winy. Physical pain sucks!  There is...