So yesterday evening, Andy, Andrea, Stuart, RJ, and I went out for a movie after I got home from dance class. Initially I said no and wasn't very happy because I'd left my cell phone at work and therefore couldn't contact Kyle or Jay in the morning and would necessarily be waking up extra early to drive to Jay's house in the morning before he left. But then I went to my room and decided it was all bleak anyway, why wouldn't I go to a late movie?
Stranger Than Fiction was a fantastic movie. Perhaps I was swayed by my mood and circumstances, but I thought it was masterfully crafted. I don't like Will Ferrell, and I don't like recycled movie material and I had seen a preview for this film months previously and dismissed it, barely registering its existence. However many of my friends had been telling me about this movie that was so grandish, so off I went.
I clapped at the end. Cheers for quality movies.
When I arrived home, I didn't go to bed. Instead I sat down and journalled. It began by writing out a couple of scripture passages. From there I flipped through several other passages and remembered why I had previously wanted to read through the entire new testament every couple months. It was incredible. It brought me to tears as Jesus totally rearranged my heart and thoughts and will.
I did wake up early and work did go nicely. Kyle gave me a pair of gloves that worked out better. I was still frozen, especially my feet but Jesus had changed something. And I believe he's not done yet.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Don't call me Inuit
American Thanksgiving will be celebrated shortly in our house and God I need to be thankful. When I stop to think about that and I fight against my selfish thoughts, I am thankful that I don't live outside. Who does live outside? Homeless people. You know, those people that a group from Epic feeds and hangs out with once a week. Why don't you do that Nolan? I dunno. Aren't there lots of other groups in Calgary that feed homeless people? Won't homeless people be offended if I go there to hang out with them and think to myself, "are you out of your minds? It's minus 40 out here at night! Doesn't living in Calgary's weather inspire you to do whatever it takes to get a job and go live indoors? I don't get it."
That was a conversation I had in my head driving home today.
A conversation in my head at work today went something like this:
I can't feel my fingers. I need my fingers. What time is it. It's only 3:30. I can't do this! It's taking me all day to build one little wall and I'm not done yet and I can't do it! Calm down Nolan. Jesus I need to quit. I can't do this. I can't work outside. What about missionaries who deal with head-hunting, wife-burning tribes, who are beaten and killed and scorned and thrown into prison and starving to death?
I suppose what you asked them to do isn't fun either. But I can't do this. I'm freaking out. I'm losing it. My fingers and toes are screaming and I can't do this.
[interlude of 5 seconds being interrupted with something and then being faced with the wall again]
Fuck winter! Fuck working outside in winter. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Jesus please let me quit. Please let me quit. I'm going to have to talk to Kyle but I have to talk to you first. Please let me quit.
So I hope you weren't picturing a menacing snarling Nolan just now but instead something resembling a response by someone with claustrophobia spelunking all day and by the end can't take it anymore because they're simply incapable of functioning anymore. If claustrophobic people are menacing and snarl then I guess I'll have to think up another comparison, but basically I wasn't very happy, until half way through the drive home after I was closer to being thawed out and listening to MxPx.
So um thanks for listening. Sorry for the profanity.
That was a conversation I had in my head driving home today.
A conversation in my head at work today went something like this:
I can't feel my fingers. I need my fingers. What time is it. It's only 3:30. I can't do this! It's taking me all day to build one little wall and I'm not done yet and I can't do it! Calm down Nolan. Jesus I need to quit. I can't do this. I can't work outside. What about missionaries who deal with head-hunting, wife-burning tribes, who are beaten and killed and scorned and thrown into prison and starving to death?
I suppose what you asked them to do isn't fun either. But I can't do this. I'm freaking out. I'm losing it. My fingers and toes are screaming and I can't do this.
[interlude of 5 seconds being interrupted with something and then being faced with the wall again]
Fuck winter! Fuck working outside in winter. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Jesus please let me quit. Please let me quit. I'm going to have to talk to Kyle but I have to talk to you first. Please let me quit.
So I hope you weren't picturing a menacing snarling Nolan just now but instead something resembling a response by someone with claustrophobia spelunking all day and by the end can't take it anymore because they're simply incapable of functioning anymore. If claustrophobic people are menacing and snarl then I guess I'll have to think up another comparison, but basically I wasn't very happy, until half way through the drive home after I was closer to being thawed out and listening to MxPx.
So um thanks for listening. Sorry for the profanity.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Praise Him!
God is good and kind and smart and hard at work in our world. He is wonderful and mightiest and he loves us. That makes me glad and alive, and glad to be alive.
So I've been having a peachy weekend. If you haven't helped your Mom can peaches you really should, it will give you good appreciation for peachy as an adjective. MMMmmm peaches.
Anyway, I was invited to participate with another church that meets at Gerry's (ex Husky-house downtown) every night. Our house is hosting them this weekend for some Deliverance Prayer/Training. I had felt incredibly drained by Friday but I wasn't sure if that was an evil strategic deterrant and prayed about it and talked to Dave (who's leading the church). So I came over to Gerry's to hang out Friday night after a splendid evening with my parents. God had some timeliness going on and showed me not only that I should definitely be involved but a specific task he had for me in it.
Saturday started with some early morning garage cleaning (it's not finished but it's sure looking better). Then some quick prep work for guests, and then the fun began. It was fun too. Lots of fun people who are up for a good laugh even while battling demons.
Anyway God quickly put to rest my concerns about schedule conflicts and re-ordered my priorities and so the day was very long and full and good. YES! YES YES YES. GOOD. It was a God day!
Learning, training, listening, practicing, freeing, authority-exercizing, worshipping, praying, laughing, sharing, serving, praising, encouraging, building, enduring.
God is good, all the time! Jesus is my best friend!
Got to wake up 5 hours later for a jaunt to the airport and then RJ cruised around looking for an open bakery at 6:30 AM to no avail so we settled for Tim Horton's but I was in way too good a mood to let anything impede my joy and thanksgiving, and celebration. RJ is a good friend.
Remember sometimes you have to ask in faith, and other times you have to receive in faith.
Went back home and went to bed for another 4 hours to awake and continue in celebration, and then begin again with compassion and sharing burdens and going to Jesus.
So very soon I must shower, then welcome back our guests and spend some more time with my Creator and Saviour and Inspirer, and Life-Giver.
So rather than sharing somethings God has been speaking, perhaps I will not delay and I will share them in person when I see you. Besides they're not complete and I will be seeking God about them. No no no, I'm not considering moving to Alaska, don't worry.
Happy Birthday to Chasey tonight! No more Lord of the Rings releases for him to delay his birthday until so we're going to Treasures of China, but he's still being good and traditional and late. Oct 6 to Nov 19, sure it's not as big a gap as usual but still. Cheers Chasey!
I suspect I have a different sort of present for him today, or at least God does...
God bless you.
So I've been having a peachy weekend. If you haven't helped your Mom can peaches you really should, it will give you good appreciation for peachy as an adjective. MMMmmm peaches.
Anyway, I was invited to participate with another church that meets at Gerry's (ex Husky-house downtown) every night. Our house is hosting them this weekend for some Deliverance Prayer/Training. I had felt incredibly drained by Friday but I wasn't sure if that was an evil strategic deterrant and prayed about it and talked to Dave (who's leading the church). So I came over to Gerry's to hang out Friday night after a splendid evening with my parents. God had some timeliness going on and showed me not only that I should definitely be involved but a specific task he had for me in it.
Saturday started with some early morning garage cleaning (it's not finished but it's sure looking better). Then some quick prep work for guests, and then the fun began. It was fun too. Lots of fun people who are up for a good laugh even while battling demons.
Anyway God quickly put to rest my concerns about schedule conflicts and re-ordered my priorities and so the day was very long and full and good. YES! YES YES YES. GOOD. It was a God day!
Learning, training, listening, practicing, freeing, authority-exercizing, worshipping, praying, laughing, sharing, serving, praising, encouraging, building, enduring.
God is good, all the time! Jesus is my best friend!
Got to wake up 5 hours later for a jaunt to the airport and then RJ cruised around looking for an open bakery at 6:30 AM to no avail so we settled for Tim Horton's but I was in way too good a mood to let anything impede my joy and thanksgiving, and celebration. RJ is a good friend.
Remember sometimes you have to ask in faith, and other times you have to receive in faith.
Went back home and went to bed for another 4 hours to awake and continue in celebration, and then begin again with compassion and sharing burdens and going to Jesus.
So very soon I must shower, then welcome back our guests and spend some more time with my Creator and Saviour and Inspirer, and Life-Giver.
So rather than sharing somethings God has been speaking, perhaps I will not delay and I will share them in person when I see you. Besides they're not complete and I will be seeking God about them. No no no, I'm not considering moving to Alaska, don't worry.
Happy Birthday to Chasey tonight! No more Lord of the Rings releases for him to delay his birthday until so we're going to Treasures of China, but he's still being good and traditional and late. Oct 6 to Nov 19, sure it's not as big a gap as usual but still. Cheers Chasey!
I suspect I have a different sort of present for him today, or at least God does...
God bless you.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Not Too Much To Say
Hmm, I don't feel a great need to tell you about anything, but just so you can still say, "I know how Nolan's doing," I will.
I've been cleansing since Monday. I'm almost doing the Wild Rose program (basically no sugar, flour, dairy, or yeasts). I've been cheating by using up my yogurt, having 2 or 3 pieces of fruit a day instead of one, and not picking out the trace amounts of peanuts and raisens in my stock of nut mix conglomerate. The sugar withdrawl didn't hit me until the 3rd day. It's been pretty fun on the whole. I've wanted to eat healthier for a long time, and this is pretty healthy... Today I ate a lot of green tea leaves. No they don't tell you to! I just did. No I won't be doing this system forever. I think I'll do it for two weeks, and this second week I should be good to go to stop cheating. Except for the fruit servings thing. But you have to be careful about dangerous sugar lows when you're in construction I presume. Besides, it's apples for me (along with berries in my red river porridge) which barely have any sugar at all.
After that I hope to actually complete the Maker's Diet plan. Mid December should bring some good-natured health laxing, but the habits I'm forming now will be hard to break.
Here in the house we've been having story time on Monday nights (recently with fires in our fireplace courtesy of scraps from my work - yes!). Each resident has been sharing tales of growing up and becoming who they are today. There has even been songs and photos passed about by some. I still have a few weeks before my turn, and have been reading through old journals to refresh my memory of my experiences. It has been a wonderful thing to do. God has been busy. I would like to ask other people about their memories or perspectives of me, especially my family. Of course I'd also like to draw a huge timeline and cover it with little events. I'd like to re-make the mix albums I created for the Wegenasts together with the written blurbs about their significance to me. I'd like to produce a photographic slideshow presentation and pass around my first bottle of calogne. Maybe I'll throw on a song and break out a dance routine. Or else I could just wing it and talk and talk and talk just like the little boy who couldn't stop.
OK I'm supremely tired (although yesterday I got 7 1/2 hours of sleep for the first time in weeks) and so that will have to satisfy you for now. Otherwise you'll have to call me and ask me to do something only to be met with a very confused unsure Nolan who vaguely recalls the things he's already supposed to be doing but knows he's forgetting most of them.
I've been cleansing since Monday. I'm almost doing the Wild Rose program (basically no sugar, flour, dairy, or yeasts). I've been cheating by using up my yogurt, having 2 or 3 pieces of fruit a day instead of one, and not picking out the trace amounts of peanuts and raisens in my stock of nut mix conglomerate. The sugar withdrawl didn't hit me until the 3rd day. It's been pretty fun on the whole. I've wanted to eat healthier for a long time, and this is pretty healthy... Today I ate a lot of green tea leaves. No they don't tell you to! I just did. No I won't be doing this system forever. I think I'll do it for two weeks, and this second week I should be good to go to stop cheating. Except for the fruit servings thing. But you have to be careful about dangerous sugar lows when you're in construction I presume. Besides, it's apples for me (along with berries in my red river porridge) which barely have any sugar at all.
After that I hope to actually complete the Maker's Diet plan. Mid December should bring some good-natured health laxing, but the habits I'm forming now will be hard to break.
Here in the house we've been having story time on Monday nights (recently with fires in our fireplace courtesy of scraps from my work - yes!). Each resident has been sharing tales of growing up and becoming who they are today. There has even been songs and photos passed about by some. I still have a few weeks before my turn, and have been reading through old journals to refresh my memory of my experiences. It has been a wonderful thing to do. God has been busy. I would like to ask other people about their memories or perspectives of me, especially my family. Of course I'd also like to draw a huge timeline and cover it with little events. I'd like to re-make the mix albums I created for the Wegenasts together with the written blurbs about their significance to me. I'd like to produce a photographic slideshow presentation and pass around my first bottle of calogne. Maybe I'll throw on a song and break out a dance routine. Or else I could just wing it and talk and talk and talk just like the little boy who couldn't stop.
OK I'm supremely tired (although yesterday I got 7 1/2 hours of sleep for the first time in weeks) and so that will have to satisfy you for now. Otherwise you'll have to call me and ask me to do something only to be met with a very confused unsure Nolan who vaguely recalls the things he's already supposed to be doing but knows he's forgetting most of them.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)