i am currently caught between the noetic effects of sin, pie charts and bar graphs, apologetics, and the High Priest, spreadsheet fundamentals and Psalms. i have a quiz tomorrow in my intro to computer class and a test on wednesday in philosophy of religion. andrew peterson is singing to me stories of coral castles and memories of growing up. the effects of the chai i had earlier are slowly fading. the house is settling down for the night. the low drone of the fan in my computer could put those struggling with insomnia to sleep. peterson begins picking on his guitar a familiar verse, a song titled three days before autumn, which he wrote for Rich Mullins after he died. it's a beautiful song balancing the sorrow of losing a loved one but rejoicing knowing they are in eternal fellowship with God, something we can be partakers of now.
...cause i'm broken, and breathless, and bent to the ground
and i'm listening Lord but i don't hear a sound
though the angels in heaven are dancing around
to the music that i want to hear.
and i'm watching and wishing and wondering why
this silence is louder the harder i try
though i can't believe it but i can't deny
that the winter came early this year...
ok, thanks to my A.D.D. that was a refreshing break. now back to reformed epistemology and rows and columns.
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