Have you ever had one of those where you knew you needed to get stuff done but had no motivation? Absolutely no motivation, whatsoever? Yeah, I’m having one of those days right now. I have something that’s due tonight for Art and I don’t wanna do it. I have clothes that need to be folded and put up and a room that could seriously use some cleaning up. Am I gonna do any of it before class? Who knows? I just don’t feel motivated to do anything other than sleep. The last few days have been nothing but rain, rain and more rain. Did I mention we had some rain? Don’t get me wrong; I love the rain. I love how the earth smells after it rains, how clean everything is, everything. But 5 days of nothing but rain, let’s just say, it gets kinda annoying. I’m so glad I wasn’t one of Noah’s kids. Man, to have it rain for 40 days/nights without end and you can’t go outside even when it stops. Well, I’m off to go do…something. TTFN!
Preconceptions – a mixture of the words ‘preconceived’ and ‘notion’. The phrase ‘preconceived notions’ means to form an opinion beforehand with no evidence. It falls into the same category that racism does. In fact, the two are very similar. When we are racist, which I’m not one, we seem to assume that because of someone’s skin color, that they must do, live or act a certain way.
What if I told you that I am a black girl, skinny, and very tall?? What would you think of me?
What if I was a Latino, who had several tattoos? What now?
This doesn’t just apply to skin. 9 times out of 10, if you saw me walking down the road and I was wearing a short skirt that showed off my ass, boots that came up above my knees and I had on a tight, barely buttoned shirt, you would think I was either a slut or a prostitute. I know this, because that’s what I think of when I see someone dressed that way. I know it’s wrong, but I’d rather be honest up front. How about another one? What would you think if you saw me wearing a long, loose dress that came to my ankles, my hair was in a bun, and I was wearing short, laced boots? Amish, or maybe a polygamist, right? Again, I’m being honest here.
The thing is: we all have preconceptions about people. Sometimes, they’re right and other times they’re not. We let what we know of other people influence how we form a judgment of someone before we even know them. We CANNOT judge a stranger based on the actions of a friend. We can judge the friend for their own actions, and the stranger for his, but we can’t judge someone based on what someone else has done. That my dear, leads to preconceptions and racism and down a path you don’t want to go.
That’s my short post for the day – please leave comments! I wanna know what you think of this!
So…for Basic, I have to run 1.5 miles in under 15:00. What kind of running is that anyway? I run errands all the time. I run my siblings here and there. My mind is constantly running, sometimes away, but always running. This running however, is physical running. I don’t have a problem with any form of running except for this one. I am not a runner. I can become a runner, but I am not a runner. One of my best friends, Peter Hogan, is a runner. Cross-country, to be specific. What is the difference between me and Peter? Simple: discipline. Peter made himself get up and run and there have been times when I could’ve ran but chose not too. I tend to procrastinate when it comes to something I don’t like, even if I have to do it. From here one, not only will I discipline myself to do this blog, but I will discipline myself to eat better, live better and most of all, to start running.
So, earlier today I decided to make myself blog something every day. Now, it’s gonna be more than just writing some random ramblings and pictures (btw, I have a new blog devoted to my Challenge162 just for pictures), these things are gonna have some meaning behind. At least, that’s the idea.
Today’s topic: Joshua 5:13-15 NKJV
13 And it came to pass, when Joshua was by Jericho, that he lifted his eyes and looked, and behold, a Man stood opposite him with His sword drawn in His hand. And Joshua went to Him and said to Him, “Are You for us or for our adversaries?”
14 So He said, “No, but as Commander of the army of the LORD I have now come.”
And Joshua fell on his face to the earth and worshiped, and said to Him, “What does my Lord say to His servant?”
15 Then the Commander of the LORD’s army said to Joshua, “Take your sandal off your foot, for the place where you stand is holy.” And Joshua did so.
Couple of things that I noticed in this passage:
1) God’s angel is neither for us or against us. He is for whomever God says he is for. There are several instances in the Bible where the Hand of God was with someone that wasn’t a Jew or even a Christian. God is fair and just and is not a picker of persons. You don’t have to be a Jew or a Christian to be used by God.
2) Joshua recognized him for who he said he was. It was proper in the days of Joshua to bow down in reverence to someone who was in authority over you and Joshua knew that.
3) One cannot stand on holy ground with shoes on. Another reference to the culture, and is still prevalent today. When one enters another’s home, they remove the shoes so that their feet can be cleaned and as a sign of respect. This is mentioned at least one other time in the Bible when Moses encountered the flaming bush.
Well, that my tidbit for today. Y’all have a great night and feel free to leave comments!
Today I am starting a blogging and pictures challenge to myself. In 162 days, I will document my school life, work life, home life, and even the stuff I do for the Navy. The reason that it’s 162 days instead of 365 is because after this challenge is over, I will have 7 days before I leave for Basic. So – here is day 1.
…equal a recipe for disaster, apparently.
Here’s what happened.
Haven and I were hungry and bored in our Art class. We finally get a break and decide to get some Reese’s cups and Twix out of the vending machine and split them. Great plan, right? I mean, I buy the Reese’s cups and she get’s the Twix and we split 50/50. Great plan, right up until the Reese’s got jammed in the slot. We were down there banging on and trying to make it fall but, we couldn’t. So, I fork over another dollar, making that one fall down and another one almost at that same falling-off-the-ledge look. We were banging some more when we heard a door slam. We decided to hide behind the machine and then Haven, sweet Haven, decided to go secret agent on me and see who it was. When she discovered an actual person there, she squealed. We decided to ask this stranger to help us get our Reese’s cup out. We managed to do that and make it back to class just in time. Below is a pic of a vending machine similar to the one we were fighting. On to more adventures tomorrow!!!
These are two sketches that I have done recently. Neither one of them are really good but oh well.