It is well with my soul (changed from Maybe/ weeping with Jesus)

HAHAHA...I just turned 15.

I just wrote the most melancholy blog I've ever written and just verbally moped about my current situation and then i wasn't able to copy it from my word document to this blog...HA...i get the point!

So, the quick summary is:
1.Getting a us visa SUCKS
2.I'm not allowed to cross the border until i get my visa
3. My wife and child are in Seattle, while i wait in Montreal
4. There is not really a timeline on when i will get my visa.

I feel my horribly miserable blog was totally appropriate but i guess not. i did realize that it wouldn't make my wife feel very good and she would worry. When in truth, I'm not that bad. it was just a bad moment. I have hope.

I started off by saying that i had turned 15. Man, was that ever my teenage years. One unfortunate event and i was practically cutting. Bless the Lord that wasn't popular when i was young cause i would of been a poster child for the cause. Instead i had sad sad movies. How i came to identify with 'Philadelphia" and "the Last of the Mohican's" is silly. Grey was my favorite color. i missed all the 'cool' 80's clothes cause i loved big woolly dark sweaters.

i enjoyed being miserable. it was comforting. I loved walking in the rain singing sad love songs and being WAY TOO OVER DRAMATIC (some would argue this hasn't changed). Bless the Lord for friends who love you even when you are C R A Z Y!!! Bless the Lord for a wife, who on most occasions, can pierce my dark gloomy clouds with a brilliant (sometimes painful) dose of reality. Things aren't that bad. They could actually be a whole lot worse.

Amen. Amen. Things could be a whole lot worse. yeah, they aren't the greatest i've ever experienced but heck, its definitely not the worse i've experienced. Nor the worst experienced by countless millions all over the world.

So, I'm choosing to smile, to sing, to laugh, to pray and to wait. Things will get better. Amen.

Breathe in me

I used to be so sensitive to the light that leads to where you are

Now I've acquired these callouses with the darkness of a cold and jaded heart

So breathe in me I need you now I've never felt so dead within

So breathe in me Maybe somehow You can breathe new life in me again

-Breathe in Me by Micheal W Smith-

Lord, thank you for all that you've given me. I pray that i would be able to thank you with my heart and words. May my heart not become so calloused, so cold. Lord, you are able to comfort me in sadness and protect me in times of danger and love me when i'm unlovable. Breathe in me again. In Jesus name, Amen