I can’t sleep.
When you can’t sleep, there are various strategies you can take to battle this brutal opponent. I know a few. I put my iPod on. Turn the volume up. Turn the volume down. Turn it off. Do push-ups. Read. Write. Repeat if necessary.
Maybe you can relate to this feeling: impending doom. Like your entire life is a carefully balanced house of cards, ready to fall at any slight disturbance. Like everything you’ve pinned your hopes and dreams on since you were a child was all based on a lie. Like you need to get out of the situation you’re in, like, right now, because if you don’t, you’re screwed.
Shoot, I have to get up at 6 to go to work in the morning.
Reality sets in. It truly is alarming how little I actually control in my life. Sure, I can go to work every morning, I can do my job the best I can, I can find a spouse, start a family, buy a boat, all kinds of stuff. But at any moment, all that stuff could go away. Even my own life, the one I’ve built so carefully and precariously.
I don’t know what to do, so I pray. Sometimes I feel like my entire life is a battle between my heart and my head. My head wants to understand God. I want to understand why. Why do people get cancer? Why… well, just why.
But God is telling me to trust Him. And trust isn’t a matter of the head; it’s a matter of the heart. It doesn’t jibe with my rational, logical side. It’s this freaky thing called faith, and it’s the reason why I can’t sleep at 1:35 in the morning.
I read something. It’s from a hymn that a pastor named A.B. Simpson heard when he was really sick and ready to quit the ministry, and it completely changed his outlook on life:
Nothing is too hard for Jesus,
No man can work like Him.
Shoot. I don’t know much. I don’t know what I’m gonna have for lunch tomorrow, heck, I don’t know what I had for lunch two days ago. But I know God isn’t finished with me yet. He’s doing stuff, and I don’t understand it right now, but maybe one day I will. But right now He’s calling me to trust Him. He has a plan, and it’s a great plan. It’s a heckuva better plan than I could come up with, anyway.
I guess I’ll go put my iPod back on then.
I watched this movie called Fargo last night/early this morning. I first heard about it when I was working at a camp in Maryland, USA a couple of summers ago, when, being the Token Canadian, one of my co-workers asked me if Canadians speak like the folks from the movie Fargo. I had no idea what this movie is or was, but apparently the people in it speak with funny accents. And do they ever.
There’s a reason I shy away from the NFL pick business, and that reason is because I’m absolutely horrendous at, you know, actually picking the games right. Last season, I made picks for the divisional and conference championship games and came out with a measly 2-4 record against the spread by the end of it. There’s a reason these guys in Vegas have jobs making the betting lines for these games, and that reason is because they’re really good at it, and they know how to win money from schlubs like me. Read the rest of this entry
I’m not sure if you know this, but the Atlanta Falcons currently have eight wins and zero losses on the season. Heading into the second half, the Falcons have a legitimate shot of becoming the first team since the 2007 New England Patriots and second team since the 1972 Miami Dolphins to finish the regular season undefeated.
So why is nobody talking about them? Read the rest of this entry
I picked up this year’s edition of The Hockey News NHL Yearbook a couple of days ago at a local corner store. It cost me ten bucks.
I don’t really know why I bought it, probably because I buy it every year. I enjoy analyzing team rosters and scrutinizing THN’s team predictions. But soon after opening up this year’s edition, I began mourning for those ten dollars I’ll never get back. Read the rest of this entry
Raffi Torres needs to be suspended for the rest of the playoffs.
There is nothing commendable about the Phoenix Coyote’s hit that left Chicago Blackhawk Marian Hossa concussed and lying prone on a stretcher last night. Hossa did not have the puck. He was in a vulnerable position. Torres left his feet. He obviously targeted Hossa’s head. Read the rest of this entry