Dinner for Schmucks. Good stuff.
IT'S BEEN AN ENTIRE WEEKEND WITHOUT A BLOG POST! But, I've been pretty dang busy. Lemme catch you up.
Friday: Math, Scuba, lunch with a stinking beautiful girl, job interview, dinner at Chili's, WHHS band concert, sleep.
Saturday:Upward pictures from 6:30-1:30, chill (kinda), work, sleep.
Sunday: Church, chill/laundry/homework/laundry, work, laundry, XBOX, sleep.
Now we have arrived at Monday. Today was simple. Math, Job interview and summer employment offered. :D Paid Internship for the win. History, workout at the Y with my dad, Cici's Pizza to completely cancel out everything I did at the Y, English homework, blogging, TV, XBox, sleep.
Hopefully at some point this week I can have lunch with Shannen and we could maybe possibly go work out together. Fingers crossed.
Good song. It's an oldie, but a goodie.
It is well, it is well with my soul.
The background behind that song is incredible. This hymn was written after several traumatic events in Horatio Spafford’s life. The first was the death of his only son in 1871 at the age of four, shortly followed by the great Chicago Fire which ruined him financially (he had been a successful lawyer). Then in 1873, he had planned to travel to Europe with his family on the SS Ville du Havre, but sent the family ahead while he was delayed on business concerning zoning problems following the Great Chicago Fire. While crossing the Atlantic, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with a sailing ship, the Loch Earn, and all four of Spafford's daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, "Saved alone." Shortly afterwards, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.
You are never guaranteed today's life, tomorrow.
“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.
(Matthew 6:24 ESV)
Philos, Justin
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