Zynga Games Have Taken Over My Life

It started out innocently enough.  An old high school friend of mine recounted to me the joy she got out of building her very own farm on Farmville.  I wasn't convinced, but figured I would give it a try.  I click the link on Facebook and pressed the little blue Allow button to install the application on my page.  I started setting up shop, or farm, as the case may be, right away.  They strategically allow you to burn through the first few levels of the game rather quickly.

In All Humility

It seems that not everyone understands me and feeling misunderstood is one of my great failings.  I am not to proud to admit it.  When I feel misunderstood, an almost panicky feeling washes over me and I feel compelled to defend myself to whomever (yes, even on the Internet) it is who has a misunderstanding about me.  In doing so, I sometimes come off as brash, condescending or hypocritical, as I doggedly defend myself, by displaying behavior that is less than stellar.

I never thought I'd feel this way about growing older

I was going to grow old gracefully.  I pictured myself looking younger than my years, dispensing sage advice, and in general making the whole process look (not to mention feel) painless.  That's how I pictured it anyway.  Enter reality.  While I still feel I look okay 'for my age', there really is no way to stop time and the havoc that hormones and gravity wreak on a person.

Love is Light

Love.  Love is the topic today; the attribute we hold up this week, the 4th week of the Advent Season.  One doesn't have to dig terribly deep in the bible to find examples of love.  Jesus was the embodiment of God's love for us, and there are many examples of that love, not the least of which was his death.  Jesus was the most compassionate, loving individual to ever live.  Emulating just a pinch of his love should be our main goal as Christians, his followers.

I've Got the Joy, Joy, Joy...Down in My Heart (3rd week of Advent)

Remember the song I've Got the Joy from Sunday school?  I loved singing that song and I still remember the childish joy I had in my heart when I thought about Jesus.  I knew for sure that it was Jesus who put that joy there and I was, well...joyful about it.  Now that I am an adult, joy doesn't come bubbling up in me unbiddingly, as it did when I was a child.  I still have the joy in my heart, and I am just as sure today that it is Jesus who placed it there as I was all those years ago, but the way I show it, and perhaps even feel it, differ greatly now than it did then.