anxiety aftermath

I might not be the smartest individual to ever roam the earth, but the second you fancy my facade with a pair of designer eye glasses I'm beyond genius. As you might notice I can't even spell "pity", yes, I wish it were a typo, but no, it's all me. I once again would like to thank my true friends for making it known to me that I have no ego on which to boast. Recently I have had time to sit n' relax, taking a moment to reflect on those things that were causing stress to my life (insurances, bills, wearing underwear, exc.),, and I've come to find a deep absence deep within my loins. An absence of dependence, an absence of obedience, overall lacking the faith I have in God. I've come across this book I've been really pleased with called the Freedom of Simplicity by Richard J. Foster, who I've become quite fond of. In this book of delightful reading, I'm amused by simple logic gathered from God's word. For instance the author describes our existence and "being" as independent from our powers or control, meaning there is nothing we did to come into existence, and overall nothing we can do to control it. This is just some of the simple logic gathered from this brilliant text. By the way, did anyone happen to notice Starbucks is become more and more powerful by the day? Just recently the Starbucks Corporatiion (of the world) purchased the lease agreements to the Coffee People franchise in various locations, in other words "forcing" Coffee People to do their business elsewhere (typically the internet). Just one of many things that is making the fastest growing coffee chain into one of the most profitable corporations.

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So I do not mean to sound as if I'm upset with growing up and becoming independent, but being dependent on others (parents, family, friends, exc.) was so nice. In this last month I've maintained two jobs, got in an accident, and found out the need I had for insurance. Although the accident wasn't my fault I realized the horror it would have been had it been my fault. Well none-the-less I think I took it up the "tail pipe" with the cost of my insurance, and now I feel like going lance armstrong everywhere I go, or go to the extreme and purchase a less-then-manly mo ped. But I cannot complain. I am still breathing, and I am still loved. I have a job, and I have a hope. I am my own failure, and God is my only success. God is the greatest success. This life is not that bad, in my opinion it's as bad as you make it for yourself. I love God and I love this life, it wouldn't be the same if it weren't for the love and grace of Christ Jesus. I am not hear to preach, but to love.