﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>bjcole83's Xanga</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from bjcole83</description><language>en</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Taken for Granted</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/574874147/taken-for-granted/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/574874147/taken-for-granted/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 02:14:37 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I find it funny how often
we take things for granted until we are stripped of them or by chance we find
ourselves revisiting the novelty of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;This weekend I took a journey down to the beach.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I used to go at least once a week…even in
winter.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Something about the atmosphere near
dusk there I find draws me into the presence of the Lord.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One of the first times I went there in the
evening, the Lord provided a magnificent sign of His beauty.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I walked up and down the beach near the park
where I left my green little car.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As
usual, I watched the sun set behind the arch of the bridge stretching across
the Intracoastal Waterway.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For whatever reason, I elected to wait there
a little past twilight.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Out over the
ocean, something peculiar caught my eye.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;At first I had no clue what I was looking at.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The sky was crystal clear.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Over the horizon I saw a small sliver of some
bright object getting closer.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps it
was an enormous tanker of some sort I thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Soon I realized, it was no tanker of all.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I happened to stumble upon the perfect night
to watch the full moon rise over the horizon.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;It was one of the most magnificent vistas I have ever laid my eyes
on.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Since then I have gone back several
times when I know a full moon will rise…and never has it been like it was that
first time.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It only happens a few times
a year that it is dark enough outside when the full moon rises to create such a
view not too mention finding the perfect weather.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So this weekend I set out hoping for a
beautiful show as a red eclipsed moon rose over the horizon.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yet that didn’t happen for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I saw beauty however in the sunset…a scene I
hadn’t paid much attention to previously.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Funny how I was seeking one thing and God gifted me with another.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yet even more peculiar is that if I was not
seeking that one thing…I never would have received the other. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It is in moments and seasons that I am resting
in the Lord that I am able to see the beauty He has surrounded me with and soak
it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He captivates me time and time
again with the declaration of the world He declared into being.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For it is through the very WORD of GOD that
this universe came into being.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even
after years of the curse, that WORD still resonates in my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can hardly imagine the splendor that must
have enchanted Adam and Eve in the Garden.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;What a glorious day it will be when the curse is lifted and a new heaven
and a new earth are brought forth by the coming of the Word of God…Christ
Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;You
are Loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;
Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

 </description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/574874147/taken-for-granted/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Rest</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/574362923/rest/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/574362923/rest/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2007 20:59:02 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I took time to rest today.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It’s been a while since I’ve decided to take the time to actually rest. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Time isn’t the problem; there’s been plenty of time for me to rest, but I’ve not. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;As a matter of fact, I’d say that I probably have not rested since the beginning of this school year. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;You might be asking, “How is that possible?”&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Well, I’m not talking about doing nothing, sleeping, or napping. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I’m talking about rest.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Let me explain.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In January, I took on leadership of the Sabbath Rest Team at my church (a position for which I truly am not qualified, but by God’s grace I am learning). &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Now, God has been reminding me since I’ve been leading how important rest is in my life.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In high school and college, I learned to develop the practice of rest. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;By rest, I mean restoration, renewal, a time away.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once I began student teaching, I let this practice fade away. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Now, the Lord is bringing it to the forefront again.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Today, I went to Sonic grabbed a grilled chicken wrap and a large peach teach and slipped away to one of my two places in the area were I can get away from nearly everything. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I brought a couple of books I’ve wanted to read. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I sat outside and read for about two hours or so.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Then I took time to respond to one of the things I read and thanked God for the work He’s provided me and the fruits of that work.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;After that, I went for a brief walk and chatted with God. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Nothing complicated.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;That’s the kind of thing I find extremely restorative.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once I left, I was at peace. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;The world looked different, I saw beauty I hadn’t noticed on my way there. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Now, that peace comes from the blessings of God’s rest.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Once, I leave that rest the peace will soon fade and my eye’s will once again dim to the beauty of God’s Creation. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;It is essential for us to develop the practice of rest within our lives so that we might live out of that peace. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;While in college and high school, I took time nearly every week if not more than once a week to do this. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Sometimes it didn’t involve reading at all.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Sometimes I’d just walk and talk with God. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;More recently, it has involved biking. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I found taking a bike ride very restorative. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Your way of resting may not be anywhere near mine, or it may be identical. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;The important issue is that you are resting.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;In all honesty, I attribute much of the peace and success I had in college to learning to rest and the fruits of that effort. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Now, that I think of it I believe that the healing of my acid reflux was a direct result of practicing a lifestyle of rest while in college. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Interestingly enough that acid reflux has begun to resurface now that I have not been resting.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Several times, while in college I’d go to a park in the area right before finals and sit there and study for hours. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Even though I was studying, my soul was still be restored because I was able to get away and spend my “off times” talking with God or taking in the beauty of His Creation. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Other times, I’d take off on a 3-4 hour walk.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I’d leave before noon on Saturday morning. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Stop at a park for an hour or so. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Sometimes I’d even stop by a museum on campus. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Then, I’d walk back to the dorm. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Now, I sometimes I’d talk with God on these walks and other times I’d just walk. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Either way, God provided rest.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is my desire to continue that practice of rest knowing full well that it must change and morph as the circumstances of my life changes. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;How does one rest with a wife? or with children?&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;How do you rest as a family? &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;What is restoring and bringing peace? &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;It takes some effort to discover these things but it is well worth it.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;What have you done that brings you this rest? (Replies welcome)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;In Christ,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; Brian&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/574362923/rest/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 01, 2006</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/552021374/item/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/552021374/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2006 00:58:39 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/bjcole83/8a46392514659/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x8a.xanga.com/463d35ea4513592514659/z64416853.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; float: none;" alt="Photo-0126" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This sign demonstrates how I feel tonight.&amp;nbsp; I am still headed somewhere on this journey...though I am unsure of where.&amp;nbsp; I have come across a huge SLOW DOWN.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;nbsp; Because if I don't I risk hurting others.&amp;nbsp; I must slow down and watch the path I am on so that I don't plow through others.&amp;nbsp; All too often I can be sarcastic towards others rather than caring.&amp;nbsp; I must learn to see with my heart.&amp;nbsp; I must examine this pathway with the eyes of my heart.&amp;nbsp; I pray that those eyes would see through the lens of God's sight.&amp;nbsp; That I may see with God's heart and respond with the attitude of Christ.&amp;nbsp; That I might proceed with caution.&amp;nbsp; For this is no longer my life this is Christ's life living through me as I am a living sacrifice for Him.&amp;nbsp; I must start living that way now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Loved,&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; Brian&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt; </description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/552021374/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>This Way...That Way...Which Way????</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/547797849/this-waythat-waywhich-way/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/547797849/this-waythat-waywhich-way/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 01:14:10 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/bjcole83/bcf9489511718/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xbc.xanga.com/f94d150a7063289511718/z62023563.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; float: none;" alt="Photo-0151" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It feels so ominous.&amp;nbsp; NO PARKING OR STANDING.&amp;nbsp; I feel as though this is the sign that faces me now.&amp;nbsp; I have reached my destination or so I thought until I found this sign facing me.&amp;nbsp; My journey is not over.&amp;nbsp; It has only begun.&amp;nbsp; Yet I am content to PARK and STAND.&amp;nbsp; The future frightens me.&amp;nbsp; I seem to have lost touch with the way I am to travel.&amp;nbsp; The love and passion I once had are ebbing.&amp;nbsp; Yet there is a love and passion for where I am now.&amp;nbsp; Still, I must press onward though I do not even know what road to start down...I MUST START.&amp;nbsp; Lord give me guidance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Loved,&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; Brian&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;   </description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/547797849/this-waythat-waywhich-way/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>No sign tonight</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/544826656/no-sign-tonight/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/544826656/no-sign-tonight/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 22:19:31 GMT</pubDate><description>Well I could&amp;nbsp; not find a sign to go with this post, maybe next time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, I felt compelled to say that I feel stagnant right now.&amp;nbsp; Nothing bad is happening.&amp;nbsp; Nothing really good is happening either.&amp;nbsp; There's a lot of nicer words I could have used besides stagnant like "at peace" or content. But stagnant seems to be more appropriate.&amp;nbsp; In all honesty it is as if I have reached the goal I have for my life and now I would be fine to simply stay here.&amp;nbsp; But I am not.&amp;nbsp; There's more around the corner.&amp;nbsp; Eventually I will be going to church in Clear Lake, that will really help out.&amp;nbsp; Somewhere down the road I'll get married...that will change things too.&amp;nbsp; Not sure when either of those will happen.&amp;nbsp; Could be a year could be 10.&amp;nbsp; Only God knows.&amp;nbsp; I think I need a change to get me out of the HO HUM of everyday life....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;</description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/544826656/no-sign-tonight/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Employee Parking Only</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/541862661/employee-parking-only/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/541862661/employee-parking-only/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 23:16:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;img src="file:///K:/Photos/Cell/Signs/Photo-0125.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/bjcole83/6bab285430397/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x6b.xanga.com/ab2d1b1722d3585430397/z58737217.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; float: none;" alt="Photo-0125" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have finally traveled to place in my journey where I can now park in this lot.&amp;nbsp; I must say it comes with its ups and its downs.&amp;nbsp; The big plus is I don't have to walk that far to get into the school I work at.&amp;nbsp; Another is that I can get out of the lot really quick.&amp;nbsp; However, it also conveys a sense of responsibility and duty that I have not had before.&amp;nbsp; Now don't get me wrong I love it.&amp;nbsp; Yet I have come to experience some heart ache from this new benefit.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today was the first day after one of my students, SR, had moved.&amp;nbsp; You see SR was a good student.&amp;nbsp; She was at school about 2 days a week, yet she still managed to get all her work done.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally a few students would taunt or tease her in class.&amp;nbsp; She has a soft-spoken and somewhat gentle personality.&amp;nbsp; So I of course would come to her defense when the other students were being jerks.&amp;nbsp; On the warm-ups I respond to each week, she wrote about getting kicked out of her house once and the difficulties she was having at home.&amp;nbsp; She decided to move to Galveston with her boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; And so she is gone.&amp;nbsp; You know, my heart aches because I pray there is someone there who will stand up for her...some teacher who will show the love of Christ.&amp;nbsp; I am certain I will never again see her or hear from her, but I pray that she finds security in Christ.&amp;nbsp; I didn't think this would be so difficult for me, but it has been.&amp;nbsp; I care for each of my students...especially those who I know have somewhat of a rough life.&amp;nbsp; It hurts me to not know how they are and see their faces a few times each week.&amp;nbsp; So if you get the chance, pray for SR today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Loved,&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; Brian&lt;br&gt; </description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/541862661/employee-parking-only/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>A new blog...</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/538670050/a-new-blog/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/538670050/a-new-blog/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 00:50:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/bjcole83/6d86483514183/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://x6d.xanga.com/864a921402d3083514183/z57225235.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; float: none;" alt="Photo-0145" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I was honestly unsure of how I should start this new series of blog entries.&amp;nbsp; I thought the this picture above all the others I took this weekend would be best to begin with.&amp;nbsp; Let me explain.&amp;nbsp; This weekend I went around my home town taking pictures of several different signs.&amp;nbsp; Some we have all see...others we have not.&amp;nbsp; Some signs tell stories, others give directions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each of our lives are filled with signs along the road we journey.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes we choose to follow the signs other times we ignore them.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The sign picture above is blank.&amp;nbsp; It no longer holds a message.&amp;nbsp; Where something once was written, now is nothing.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes the signs in my life have been like this.&amp;nbsp; I am looking for and reading the signs along the path, but along comes one that can no longer be understood.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it has served its purpose. Or perhaps there is danger ahead I will only discover when I find it.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, I for whatever reason cannot benefit from this sign.&amp;nbsp; Trying to read it will only waste time.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Often I have found my self desire some clear word from the Lord, only to discover that the sign I was hoping for has long faded away and can no longer be see.&amp;nbsp; I must trust the signs I have seen before to guide me until something clearer comes along to give me direction.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we have entered this journey midcourse to find a faded sign, a traveler longing for direction, and a road left to travel.&amp;nbsp; Soon we will see what other signs have guided this travelers sojourn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Loved,&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; The Traveler&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;</description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/538670050/a-new-blog/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>My Students</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/536635190/my-students/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/536635190/my-students/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:38:33 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Avant Garde;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, I am thoroughly enjoying teaching.&amp;nbsp; I read a great book called "Molder of Dreams"; it was recommended by my principal.&amp;nbsp; In it Guy Doud talks about the importance of teaching STUDENTS versus a subject.&amp;nbsp; In all honesty, I want that to be my focus--THE STUDENTS.&amp;nbsp; There is a lot of hard stuff they go through each week.&amp;nbsp; I want them to know that I care.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So last Friday, I asked them to tell me about there week.&amp;nbsp; We have done this before on warm-ups.&amp;nbsp; But this time I took them up and commented back.&amp;nbsp; I learned a lot about many of my students.&amp;nbsp; A few of them even said that it really made their day.&amp;nbsp; That was what I was shooting for.&amp;nbsp; It is also a really sneeky way to get prayer requests from them...without calling them that.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait till this Friday when we get to do that all over again.&amp;nbsp; I love my students...I want them to grow into all God has for them.&amp;nbsp; I want them to find HIS LOVE and acceptance.&amp;nbsp; My purpose is to share HIS LOVE with them by caring.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Loved,&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; Brian&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;</description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/536635190/my-students/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Emotionally Unstable</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/536321180/emotionally-unstable/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/536321180/emotionally-unstable/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Oct 2006 00:28:52 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Geneva;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If there was any phrase to describe me, it might be "emotionally unstable."&amp;nbsp; Now, I'm not out to do anything crazy or insane.&amp;nbsp; I just cannot make up my mind about something in particular.&amp;nbsp; For instance, this very moment I am highly in favor of this delimna.&amp;nbsp; However, earlier today I wanted nothing to do with it.&amp;nbsp; I have no clue why the change of heart, but it has changed.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, it continues to change.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could make a decision and stick with it...so I could act upon it.&amp;nbsp; BUT I CAN'T evidently.&amp;nbsp; So I appear to be in the land of limbo.&amp;nbsp; I would say "Until God Speaks," but I think He already has spoken.&amp;nbsp; So shouldn't that have made the decision for me?&amp;nbsp; Why am I holding back?&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, because it is somewhat painful.&amp;nbsp; In reality, all alternatives are painful.&amp;nbsp; Yet, I can see great joy coming from the pain.&amp;nbsp; So what do I really fear:&amp;nbsp; Pain?&amp;nbsp; Rejection?&amp;nbsp; Death to self?&amp;nbsp; Opinions of others?&amp;nbsp; Closed doors?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wish life was easier than it is, but then it really wouldn't be worth it.&amp;nbsp; The struggles we experience give life value.&amp;nbsp; Take those struggles away and what are we left with?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want a life with meaning and purpose.&amp;nbsp; A life that must include struggles and difficult decisions.&amp;nbsp; Decisions that when made can open or close doors for a lifetime.&amp;nbsp; Opportunities gone...never to be seen again.&amp;nbsp; Is that a pathway to take lightly?&amp;nbsp; Once a step is taken going back would be impossible.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do I follow my mind / reason or do I follow my heart?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There must be some way to know beyond a shadow of a doubt which pathway leads...Now I was going to say to the better land, but as I think about that I should desire the LAND God desires for me.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps the land before me is not filled with milk and honey, perhaps there are joys in a desertland that must be searched out, or perhaps the milk and honey come later.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe they will be down the pathway where there is no backing out.&amp;nbsp; I do not know.&amp;nbsp; Nor should I.&amp;nbsp; Decisions would be easy if we knew which decisions turned out best.&amp;nbsp; But that is not the case.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well enough rambling for one day....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Loved,&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; Brian&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/536321180/emotionally-unstable/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The Ride Home</title><link>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/534619758/the-ride-home/</link><guid>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/534619758/the-ride-home/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Oct 2006 01:01:56 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Geneva;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I was on the road home yesterday with half a million thoughts whirring through my head.&amp;nbsp; All are about the future.&amp;nbsp; Questions like..what should be said or asked...what should be left alone...should love be blind to indescretion...should love be painful...should it hurt...am I willing to let go of possible futures...is this right...is this condemned...why do I doubt...is that doubt caused by Satan or is it a doubt of conviction from the Holy Spirit...couldn't there just be writing on the wall...has there already been...are my eyes open to it...why does it hurt so much? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Loved,&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; Brian&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description><comments>http://bjcole83.xanga.com/534619758/the-ride-home/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>