In the early 90’s, my little brother was completely obsessed with Hanson. (MMMBop – don’t act like you don’t remember.) We, of course, weren’t allowed to listen to secular music, so we would go to Becca’s house and dance to her cassette on repeat, our sockfeet making swirls in the dust on the hardwood floor.
They had this one song called ‘Weird’ that sang (in a gorgeously pre-pubescent soprano) isn’t it weird, isn’t it strange, that we all get a little bit weird sometimes.
I’m nearing the end of my book. (!!!!!) and yes, freaking out a little bit. I passed the 50,000 marker last week, which means I could hand it in now and breathe easy. But I want to hit 60,000 and finish on time and with excellence. so thanks to those of you who have been encouraging me along the way.
above is a little blip from the chapter I’m scurrying to finish this week. It’s about how the more I live, the more I realize how truly, wonderfully weird everyone is, in their own way. I’m starting to see and appreciate the bizarre, unique and often unrecognized gifts the people around me possess and the equally bizarre, unique and unrecognized ways God uses these gifts in His big story.
Don Miller’s blog this week was about asking people about their stories (you might as well start reading his blog too, because I am hooked and will probably just keep on citing it…). I absolutely love this because I absolutely hate small talk. I don’t care about your job or your kid’s 2nd grade graduation – and what’s more, I know you probably don’t really care either. I’d rather hear about the things you really DO care about, even if we’re not “at that point” in our relationship yet.
So my question, in this scattered blog entry is this:
what makes you come alive? specific and unique to only you.
i’m looking for examples to feed on.
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