OK - so the point has been proven. It has been what, 7 days since the last post....
I've been away for a few days - so that didn't help - however, as in life, no point making excuses, or self flagellating - just get on with it.

Few things I've been mulling over. Do you find that there are events, or moments, words, movies, bits to your life that you wake up to, think about as you're falling asleep or steal a few minutes to yourself - they kind of ebb and flow, changing with your season, your circumstance and surroundings.

For me - I have been in Parry Sound with Josiah just on a weekend camping with him. It was great, and I realised yet again, that the wilderness does several things to me -
1. it makes me miss my wife. I really fell in love during the summer of Grade 10 and a lot of that summer I spent up North missing my eventual wife. We both love the near north and have great family memories - so being there without her puts an ache in my heart.
2. It does my soul good. It makes me relax and trust. I could live with nothing - it wouldn't be easy mind you...but I really could.
3. It makes me frustrated that I either can't or don't do no. 2.
4. It makes me love Jesus. A load of people gathered on a specific rock outcropping and watched God's finale on the day - beautiful sunset over the water of Georgian Bay. Incredible. God is good.

The other thing I've been thinking on is Invictus.
Watched the movie. Man - what a story. The movie was OK, not great I thought. It was spotty I guess. Moments of incredible brilliance and great writing, mixed with some odd decisions - Clint...why show all rugby in slow motion?
There were some great lines -
"are you thinking of the game?"
"no the game is taken care of, I'm thinking how you spend 30 years in prison and come out ready to forgive the people who put you there."

And the poem itself it great.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Interesting isn't it - that as Christians - we are constantly giving mastery of our fate over to one we can trust, and constantly asking Him to captain our soul. Yet, the greatest gift we have been given, I believe, is that we retain that ability to decide.

Until tomorrow.....

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