Like true nerdlets and Hayworths, Alison and Daniel watch Star Trek. Currently this happy couple is hooked on Voyager. Anyway, in Star Trek there is a species called the Borg and this race or collective, as the Borg call it, is on a constant search for perfection and makes all become one mind. Alison and Daniel decided that they are becoming their own collective: One of Two and Two of Two. And they found their perfection.
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Farther along we’ll know all about it/Farther along we’ll understand why
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine/We’ll understand this, all by and by
Tempted and tried, I wondered why/The good man died, the bad man thrives
And Jesus cries because he loves em’ both/We’re all cast-aways in need of ropes
Hangin’ on by the last threads of our hope/In a house of mirrors full of smoke
Confusing illusions I’ve seen
Where did I go wrong, I sang along/To every chorus of the song
That the devil wrote like a piper at the gates/Leading mice and men down to their fates
But some will courageously escape/The seductive voice with a heart of faith
While walkin’ that line back home
So much more to life than we’ve been told/It’s full of beauty that will unfold
And shine like you struck gold my wayward son/That deadweight burden weighs a ton
Go down into the river and let it run/And wash away all the things you’ve done
Forgiveness alright
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Still I get hard pressed on every side/Between the rock and a compromise
Like the truth and pack of lies fightin’ for my soul/And I’ve got no place left go
Cause I got changed by what I’ve been shown/More glory than the world has known
Keeps me ramblin’ on
Skipping like a calf loosed from its stall/I’m free to love once and for all
And even when I fall I’ll get back up/For the joy that overflows my cup
Heaven filled me with more than enough/Broke down my levee and my bluff
Let the flood wash me
And one day when the sky rolls back on us/Some rejoice and the others fuss
Cause every knee must bow and tongue confess/That the son of god is forever blessed
His is the kingdom, we’re the guests/So put your voice up to the test
Sing Lord, come soon
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-Josh Garrels
A little while ago, I was confused. Really confused about everything. I didn’t understand what was going on in my life or why it was happening and I was questioning the person I was becoming. About that time, I was introduced to Josh Garrels a wonderful artist and
I listened to this song.
What relief. I listened to this song a lot. I made it my prayer. While I was on my vacation I was talking to God. Okay, I was complaining to him and spilling out all my worry and asking him what to do. I had an idea of what I needed to do, but I was scared of doing it.
He told me to take that leap of faith and everything would be okay.
But that wasn’t good enough for me. I wanted to know if I would be happy. Again I heard Him telling me that if I took that leap of faith everything would be perfect. Alright, Lord,
I promised I would do it, scared that I was.
I do lots of plays and sing in front of people a lot and I don’t really get nervous, but let me tell you, I had major butterflies while taking that leap. I was shaking; I could barely walk.
But I jumped. And God is so faithful.
Everything got better. Literally everything like my relationship with my parents and my sister. I was way happier. I got motivated. I don’t worry anymore. I trust God a lot more.
And the confusion is gone.
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When February comes I tend to get a little stir crazy. I’ve been shut up inside for months because of the cold. And I’ve done the same old thing for seven months: get up, eat, do school, eat, do more school, do random activities for given day, do school, practice voice and guitar, eat, go to bed. A restless soul like myself needs a change.
Normally when I get stressed, I write or take a walk outside in the woods behind my house to see the sunshine and, yes, the nature.
I hike through all the brambles and push thorns aside and splash through the creek and climb up and down hills. I get dirty, bruised, scraped, tired, but then, finally, I get to the end of the wood. There’s one last wall of tangled and twisted brambles, and I give a final push, and then, it’s all gone. The trees stop, the thorns, everything. There’s only an open field. And somehow I find peace in that.
However, when it’s February, it’s frigid and dark. There’s no walks for me. No nature. So, when February comes, I bring some nature into the house.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling