But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. (...) Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.II Corinthians 4:7, 16
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Name: Jedidiah
Birthday: 1/13/1987
Gender: Male


Interests: My interests vary from my sports, which are inline hockey, ultimate, and disc golf, to music, movies, clothing, and just plain life in general. The most important thing to me in life is my relationship with God, and each day is a new opportunity to strengthen my bond with the one thing that will never fail me.
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Member Since: 6/27/2005

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Monday, March 16, 2009

Drifting

Thumbs out on a desert road,
I am told, leads to nowhere.

I've been feeling lately like a boat with no anchor.  The wind, the waves, the current, slowly I just drift around but always further away from shore.  I've always been able to integrate externally in whatever setting I'm in.  Work, church, whatever it may be.  But that's where the problem lies.  I'm a fractured person.  My mind and heart are that boat drifting away from shore.  The gulf between who I project to be and who I feel like on the inside is growing larger. 

This is a pointless entry.  I wish the thoughts and emotional landscapes could be transfered to text, but it doesn't work.  I don't like my writing at all.  If any of my old readers are actually still on here, everything you ever read from me was written and I never read it again.  If I read what I write I delete it because I feel it so utterly fails to capture the heart of what was behind it.  That is frustration words can't encompass.

Blah blah song lyrics blah cliche entry paragraph blah blah.  I'm a walking cliche.