Wouldn't be surprised if we already had a theme song.

Finger hugzzz

holy cow..

Looks good to me :)

On the job

Broos

Neighborhood Sky

My neighborhood sky.

Swinging

Parks and Recreation

Park Trees

A chillin' tree.

I can haz more blogs?

So, i got a new phone. It comes with an app to make blogging faster and easier. It's a hint saying that maybe i should write about my life more often. But, why record when no one is there to read it? More need to subscribe. I have a lot of things to say, people. Ha.

Careful Seminars and Faithful Ministers

When I was growing up people always joked around and said, "Jake will end up with an office job. He wouldn't be able to make it as a truck driver!"

And, while half of this is true, I feel that as I am growing older and preparing myself for a career, I am not so sure that I want an office job, either.

Now, don't get me wrong, everyone, please.

I am not trying to look into anything involving the "Sleep, Stare, and Eat" career, but I think I am meant to be more involved in the, "I want to change lives, but I don't know where I'm supposed to be led" field.

Half of this is because my heart wants this and the other half is because God wants this, which should make this 100% right.

So, if I can just find my way to the "Listen, Wait, Repeat" field then I have a sneaking feeling that I will be on my way to where I will stay.

To The Storm

It is probably time for an update here.

I just haven't been inspired.

Recently, when I do feel like I have something to say, I usually find something else to do to occupy my time and regret the fact that I lost valuable time later.

As I ponder on this, I am upset with the fact that I ignored creativity and then I get the sick thought that every bit of inspiration I have been blessed with will somehow get sopped up because I am not doing anything productive with my life at the time.

This kind of thinking does a person in when everyone else is out.

This kind of thinking ultimately wins in the end if someone will let it.

And, this is why people make nothing of their lives.

I am not complaining.

It's just truth.

This is not anger.

It's just truth.

So, I go about my day thinking of ways to make this life everything it can be in the amount of time that I am awake, and I leave my sleeping for dreaming.

And, if there is nothing to get into, I analyze the world around me.

Not the people.

The world.

When the literal world is as corrupt as its people are, I'll lock myself indoors or something.

No need to sun bathe when the sun realizes that we actually need him.

Today, I dressed myself in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and walked outside with no shoes or socks to feel the ground on my feet.

I walked through some rocks.

I sunk in some mud.

I breathed in the air.

I imagined I was on a beach because the air was thick enough.

I let my senses take a hold of my morning.

I ran some coffee through a coffee press and opened my blinds.

I think February 8 will rain all day because the thunder sounds like caged animals and the air is about as heavy as the clouds look.

It is pushing over trees when it blows.

This is Kansas weather.

I am just waiting for a tornado to pick up my house and take me to an imagination.

I saw it in a movie once.

Fast Car

Everyone has a place that makes them feel perfectly content with the skin that they are in. Whether it is your home, your town, or the rooftops of downtown antique buildings and sandwich shops, the world is your backyard for at least a handful of minutes.

I've found a lot of these places when fulfillment was hard to find, and then I realized that within these hidden avenues are the places that fulfillment is born.

My recent discovery is a 45 minute drive down highway 30.

If I drive at exactly the right time during the evening, the sun literally looks like it is plunging into the ground to recharge for another day.

There are these massive trees that erect in bunches and hug the roads to keep me warm and if I look deep into them, beams of sunlight cut through their branches and silhouette birds in their most peaceful state.

After heavy rains, the water collects in puddles and sometimes the deer gather around them to rest.

This is almost like someone accidentally taking a wrong turn or finding a loophole in the everyday grind of reality and stumbling into sincerity.

It is so perfect and precise that if I could just take snapshots of what I see, I would sell them for millions of dollars, and businessmen and women with handbags who are married would buy them for their summer homes and use them as discussion pieces.

There are very few towns on highway 30.

The only ones that I see are the small towns where you lose cellphone coverage and your heart gains a few bars.

Little craft shops and feed stores scatter the edges of railroads and there is a produce market or two.

I have made it a tradition to stop at a corner store that I have grown fond of in Shiro, Texas every time I make the drive.

It is the halfway mark of my destination and I usually use this time to recollect my thoughts.

Shiro, Texas is a place where old people go to retire and grow little organic home gardens, not because it is a growing trend, but because it is all they know.

I have come to the conclusion that Shiro's corner store has mastered the perfect cup of coffee for a reasonable price. So, for one day, I ditch the overpriced lattes and syrupy beverages for a one dollar cup of black coffee.

Leaving the parking lot of the corner store is the last step of leaving my comfort place.

I can inhale and exhale easily because I know everything is okay with me.

Just me, the road, and my God.

This whole journey brings me as close to reality as can be without having to even touch the surface.

I have learned that God can be heard through complete silence.

I have learned that there is no speed limit to how fast you can see genuine beauty.

It's in every cell of me, the road, and my God.

Allow Me To Introduce

I am a christian.

I'm saying this because I sort of have to remind myself occasionally.

You see, I am also a hypocrite.

I lie, I've done illegal things, and I even laughed at a sack religious joke once.

I can put myself to bed just as quickly as I arose from it.

I can bring things down just as fast as I brought them up.

I can praise His name, I have asked Christ to save me, and I am completely capable of singing a worship song, but, at the end of the day, I can hammer a nail faster than you can say, " Forgive them. They know not what they do."

The day that I officially became a christian is the day that I realized that love isn't love unless I am completely obsessed and infatuated in something that I believe in.

My problem was just because I believed in God didn't mean that God was going to work for me. And, even then He gave me grace when I deserved nothing less.

I think I have fully introduced myself to Him now.

I told Him about all of those facades that I put in front of me in order to make me look like I cared.

I recently showed him my flaws.

I'm talking about the ones that you can't even see with a microscope.

He doesn't even seem to care because he keeps handing grace out to me like freebies.

It's like He knows that I am worth holding on to.

It's like He knows what I am capable of.

Everything else does not really matter.