PtL

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! PRAISE THE LORD!!

Praise the Lord for the Holy Spirit who moves in people's lives.

Nummer Eins: My little Mitz was baptTIZed! How wonderful God is! Yess.

Praise the Lord for long-awaited answered prayers!

Nummer Zwei: I have been officially and finally admitted to California Polytechnic University of Pomona! Yay, yay, YAY!

I am on a high right now. Gee golly GOODNESS! More feelings and praises to come. Word.

Economics Everday

Everyday has its opportunity cost. You give up something for what you think is the next best alternative. Tonight it is sleep. It is late, but I think that staying up is better than going to sleep because I am doing homework. However, I see now that it is useless. I have half of one assignment done, but I will not be able to complete it for my eyelids are closing.

Thankfulness. Is it so hard to be thankful? Why must we think we are being robbed of one thing because we choose another? Be thankful always. Be thankful that there is something to have, to do, to hate, to love...

Be thankful for economics, which equal choices. Thank God for life because He chose to give it.

Love to the Little LITTLE Bro

My Mitch is thirteen now. How did he want to welcome the thirteenth year God has blessed him with? Good times in Las Vegas. To the Mitch, I love you. Here we go!

Mitch, Mitch. We love you. God has grown you in many ways. Love.

Follow Christ. It will be challenging. He will give you grace, strengthening faith. Persevere.

There are many things God will teach you; some of it easy, others are hard. Try to remember that there is nothing God will give you that you cannot handle--there is always a solution. Where God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window. (Same meaning, sorta.)

Bottom line: Happy Birthday, little, Little Brother. I love you.

Love to The Brother

Although I am blogging an hour or so after Philip's birthday has ended, I sing to him a Happy Birthday.

You Surprise Me, Brother
Twenty-One: Oh my, how you have grown; you live on your own.
Twenty: You have a girlfriend.
Nineteen: Your first year of college, driving, and major surgery. You gave me a scare entering the freeway, college by your lonesome, and the hospital.
Eighteen: Con-GRAD-ulations, you have finished high school. You were meant for more.
Seventeen: You are a special boy, with a special love for those who are in your life. You have helped more than you have wanted to.
Sixteen: You shared a book. You opened the door to a new world of science fiction.
Fifteen: You started a new high school and made your new friends.
Fourteen: You started high school with your old friends. At the end of the year, you handled that news fairly well.
Thirteen: You were so good at basketball.
Twelve: You encountered the most important person you will ever know in your lifetime, Jesus.
Eleven: Good one, you started Final Fantasy.
Ten: All you ever played was basketball.
Nine: All you played was tether ball.
Eight: You mostly played was handball.
Seven: That mean kid on the play ground.
Six: Lola bit you.
Five: You had the afternoon session for Kindergarten. Then you were switched to the morning. Maybe you really do better in the afternoon classes.
Four: All you did was eat junk food.
Three: You ate all the Gummi Bears and the Barquillos.
Two: You were fat, like Buddha.
One: You were nice to look at.
In the Womb: I love you, even before you were out.

The past weekend has made it to my Top 5 Weekend List--even though I do not really have one. Why? Well, it is because I have spent it with my lovely brother, Philip. Wednesday night, Saturday, Monday night, and Tuesday night. I do not believe I will ever have enough time with him. I love, love, LOVE Philip.

What to Do

I cannot wait to receive my A.A. degree. Yeah, it only took me four years. What to do, what to do.