Time warp

The past couple days I feel like I'm stuck in the past. I don't know why. It's as if I think on memories too much I'm carried back to them. I'm not only carried to the memory itself but also to all the peripheral feelings of the time at which point the memory occured.

I had one of the strangest dreams last night were I felt that my heart was going to go into anti-philactic shock or something.

All of this just leaves me really confused. It's as though I can only escape from my past by forgetting it all, but I don't want to lose all the good things from the past. I'm so torn. Thanks Natalie.

Today I learned that a man that I work with is 52 and taught himself how to read 11 years ago by reading the Bible. This floors me, for several reasons. How in the world did our educational system fail so badly that people are making it through high school, or middle school, or elementary school, even, without the ability to read? How? Seriously, this should be an archaic problem for English speaking American students in the twenty-first century. Obviously, it is not. God's depth also amazes me. He transcends teaching, abilities, opportune brain development for learning, suprememly challenging home lives that distract from book learning, and other powerful obstacles. This can be hope for the hopeless, the unlearned, and the illiterate of the world. The Word of God will not come back void, even if no one is reading it to others.

I think this has great implications for God's might and for the limitations that I place on God ALMIGHTY. yeah, I forget that last part sometimes and what it can really mean.

Thank you God for your providence shining through the darkness of Mississippi.

New Beginnings

Hello blogspot. This is Nic. I am new to you. However, I am not new to the blogosphere. Now that we're acquainted, let's begin.

This is another step of mine into the adult world. While I have had a blog on Xanga for a couple of years, I feel as though I have outgrown it some. I have used pictures and colors for so long to give strength to my postings because I have not felt that I could express what I wanted to say in words. Now though, since words are so important to me, I want to work on painting pictures with my words and not just the decorations behind them. So let this be the start of a new phase. A phase in which I create the pictures that I want to share, rather than relying on others' works as a crutch to my own productions. Here's to new beginnings. [cue high-pitched 'clink' of a toast]