Life

Sometimes I can't get over the concept of life. Isn't it wierd? We have hearts that circulate blood which carry oxygen throughout our bodies, but why? What's the point? To keep us alive? Well, why are we alive in the first place? Why is there such a thing as existence? Who on earth could, from nothing, create existence, let alone come up with the concept in the first place? And then how is it possible that there are such things as emotions, ideas, desires, dislikes, and minds that wonder what part we play in existence, which is so much bigger than ourselves. How come we have a deep underlying longing to find "our place" in the scheme of things?
Questions like this make me see how obvious it is that we didn't just incidentally come into being. We are way too deep and intense to have not been designed specifically and for a purpose, with an underlying desire to connect with our origination so we can come to understand the who, what, when, where, and especially why of existence.
And then to actually find that answer in a God Who not only created us, but created us to be in an intimate relationship with Him, is overwhelming. God loves us. He put His breath into us when he created mankind, which is why I believe we have emotions, desires, and a larger-than-life scope of the universe. We are "made in His image" (Genesis 1:27). It's incredible to think that we can have the answer to the question of existence, plus fulfillment that surpasses understanding, by coming into a personal relationship with the Almighty God.

Christening

Of course this page already has a name, so I won't christen it anything different. But I'll dedicate it to Amy, who made blogging look like fun. And it darn well better be, or I'm pulling the plug on this! And another thing...even though I like putting my thoughts down, they are not always coherent, so I hope no one will be expecting wise words or a stellar vocabulary.
With that disclaimer in place, let me tell you about my thoughts tonight...
I'm so utterly paranoid. My hypochondria carries over into the environment outside of me as well, and here's the proof...I stepped in the house at 1 a.m., only to find it empty and quiet. But the lights were on! So instead of assuming that one of my many room mates forgot to flip the light switches off before taking off somewhere, I assume that someone's in the house, hiding in a closet, waiting for me to go to sleep. Which is actually one of the reasons I was finally/suddenly inspired to create my own blogspot and spend some time telling you, dear reader, about this harrowing experience.
But I really should go to bed now. This took a lot longer than I thought it would, mostly because I'm computer illiterate.

Test

Does this thing actually work?