Hands

The importance of my hands occurred to me today. What I choose to use them for is up to me. I can decide to dedicate them to one single purpose or many purposes. I can choose to let my hands lay idle and become susceptible to destruction. My hands help me write, read and eat. Against another's face I brush my hands, a tangible form of affection. With my hands I wipe my tears and hold my head. The grip of my hands feeds up through my arms, together they administer a strong embrace, a sign of love. Before I eat, my hands are folded, ready to pray.

A Beautiful Friday

I am sitting here with Andy Tracy, a good friend who has been supportive of me through this time. I went to dinner with my dad and Rob last night. We used to have a tradition of going out for dinner after my dad finished a big case, the only difference is my mom used to be there.
I had an idea yesterday that I could use some feedback on. I am taking a class called Jesus in Contemporary Thought and I have to do a presentation at the end of this month. I am considering making it a video presentation consisting of interviews. My question to you is, "What kind of questions would you like to see people answer about Jesus?" Keep in mind I will most likely interview a plethora of people in order to paint a picture of Jesus as he is understood today. I hope everyone has a wonderful day!

I have not done this in a while...

It seems important for me journal, photograph and post on the web the recent events in my life and what follows. Someday I will look back and say, "I remember the people that surrounded me during those days." I want to be able to recall both fond and uncomfortable experiences. I will post short stories, rants and photos to paint a picture of my life. Thank you for following.