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I have been struggling as to what I should write today and possibly this is a bail out, but I don't see Obama anywhere in sight so i dunno.... One thing I strongly believe is that God is a far more logical God than we give him credit for. I was watching some time ago a documentary on the History Channel or something that was disproving the miracles of God. This episode was highlighting the plagues in Egypt. In some big worded crazy scientific way they were able to prove that there were incredible massive winds in the area around that time. They also proved that locusts have to fly where ever the wind blows them. Because of these 2 facts they said it was a freak of nature that the locusts invaded Egypt and basically Moses got lucky. Whatever..... According to these scientists it was no miracle because it was "explained". I beg to differ on the base of my belief on how logical God is. He is the creator of everything. The guy made everything on this earth for a purpose. They said it was "disproving" God while I saw it as the complete opposite and them explaining God. Many times we get lost in the idea of how mysterious, miraculous, awesome (yada yada yada...) God is. We forget to use the tools God has given and blessed us here on Earth. For some reason we expect him to do all the work in a miraculous way. If we wanna be healthy we should take our medicine, exercise, and eat well. If we want a new car how about we get a job that pays enough. I am not saying to be independent from God. I am not saying that at all. We absolutely need to be dependant on our Lord and savior. I am saying we need to be logical and practical in our life, morally or otherwise. If we do this it decreases us from not "wanting" a miracle but "needing" a miracle. I prefer to not "need" a miracle" because of my negligence and ignorance. I got to thinking about this because I was listening to a good song that takes me back to 1999 aka 8th grade for the chadillac. It's neither Christian nor religious in any way. It is a song of advice full of logic that we can all use to better our lives. I placed the lyrics below. The last thing I would like to say is that I had only planned on copying and pasting these lyrics below with not really any other commentary (hence the previous Obama bailout comment) until I got the fingers rolling on the keyboard. Enjoy. holla back bloggin peeps. woop woop!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNFZab640WU

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…