a bunch of chocolates

David Henry
Currently: Mechanicsburg, PA


"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."


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today is...blah?

life is kinda crazy/blah depending on the time of day.  school is blah.  tomorrow i buy my first car..insurance agent wants to take me out for lunch but I can’t make it- school.  yuck-o.  lighting lots of stuff at church- I think I need to quit there once I get done with schooling.  It’s the epicenter for burnout.  so many clashing opinions on how to do things, and I manage to get stuck in the middle with some fellow young people.  trying to schedule some modern nights of worship, but the hymm sings keep getting in the way.   It look like it’s not going down until June..blah.

working on some crazy paintings.  I think I might load all my recent work into my car sometime in the next month or so and shoot it all out in a field somewhere.  we’ll see.

and oh yeah...

the part I forgot in the last post is that she has to be beautiful!

thankfully, as long as she’s female(and don’t worry, she will be), that part is covered very well.

Thanks Jesus.

Been thinking...

I am getting pushed very quickly into the life and thoughts of adulthood.(SCARY).  From the car shopping, to thinking alot of hard thoughts about marriage and finding a place in a year.  Jesus is really pushing me to think about what qualities I want in a wife, so here we go:

  • Godly- that’s the #1.  Last night I had a dream that my parents had arranged a engagement for me.  When I met the girl, one of the things I asked her was, “Do you love God with all your heart.”  If God does so much in my life, I need a girl who has God #1 in her list.
  • She needs to understand and embrace the crazy industry that I work in and love.  The crazy late night hours, the weekends away, long weeks followed by weeks of much time off.  It’s a crazy industry, but I love it.
  • Respect.  I gotta feel like she “gets” the importance of the things I love(like Jesus, painting, lights)

And really, I think those 3 big points cover everything.  I know that God will make it all work out well.  I pray that I can meet her list too.

God's teaching...

God hit me with something big in a soundcheck the other day.

In Trig class, I need to best possible teaching and additional help in order to pass.  Without the help that best suits my style of learning, I suffer and fail.  I am incredibly needy in that area of my life.

In my relationship with Jesus, there are some preachers(the Sr. Pastor at my church and the Youth Pastor) who are very intellectual, and teach very theologically/intellectually.  For most people, the message hits them very clearly.  For me, it doesn’t.  It’s not in a style that best suits me.  Looking past other people, I realize that I am a fish out of water, and that perhaps I don’t have as much trust in Jesus as I think I have.  Isn’t that scary?

Love vs. Long

The current battle in my life.

Love vs. Long.

I love my job.  Every moment of every work day is wonderful, with few exceptions.  Even when I dread working with one guy, it usually isn’t really that bad.  Anyways, I love work.  It’s so natural and fun and good and productive.

Some days however…I long for my job.  This is what gets me in trouble.  Some days I get so caught up in longing to go to work that I fail at school…and that’s not what’s gonna get me graduated.  So here it is, a constant battle of love and long.  Happening here, right inside my head.  I’d love to write a long post about it, get rich, sell advertisements and buy stuff, but for now, this is what I’ve got- and I’m not really that kind of person.

End of another week

Well, it’s finally the end of the week.  This week went pretty good, I think that I will graduate now(haven’t thought that way in a long time)….

and yeah, that’s about it.  Did a PYMT musical this week…doing a church retreat this weekend…then a Idol spoof.  Should be a good time.

Bald.

I know, I have the head for it.

You can stop telling me now.