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I prayed and prayed about it. “God, give me a sign.”

Then… silence. I waited. Suddenly, faintly, I hear the strumming of a guitar. A friend is walking through the woods with a guitar. That was it. That was my sign.

I chuckled. “God, this is your sign and I will obey to the best of my abilities.” The words flowed out of me almost naturally.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were here.” My friend turned and walked away.

As soon as he left, my face widened wih a smile. “God, you are so good. Thank you. Thank you.”

I was surprised not by the results of the sign, but rather that He’d sent me a sign in the first place. It was a miracle in all aspects.

But I didn’t listen.

Oh, no. In fact, I did the exact opposite of what I was supposed to do. I turned from God, and with one swing of the pendulum, I pushed Him out of my life. “I don’t need you, God. I don’t want you in my life.” I didn’t want the sign to be truth. I defied God and shut him out.

I lived for a month without God.

Then one aspect of the sign came true. Boy, did it hurt. It hurt like He’d just whipped me for doing Him wrong. I should have listened. I should have obeyed. I should have gone to Nineveh.

But I’m glad the sign was there in the first place. I’m thankful that God didn’t let me take the whole force of the fall. Otherwise, I’d be broken. Maybe dead.

Before you start reading, just know that I cranked this out so that I wouldn’t have a second month in a row with zero posts. Also, I started this post over a month ago so it’s pretty likely that the ideas I had while first writing this are all out the window now. Apologies for any confusion this might cause, and apologies in advance for the lack of proofreading.

“Few people realize what tremendous power there is in one of those things.”

Do you ever stop and think about those things on the end of your forearms? They are you. You are the extent of what your hands do. Your fingers have arguably more flexibility than any other part of your body.

Yet everybody’s hands are different, and everybody’s hands do different things. Mine can move around with aglilty to make music on ivory keys. Other peoples’ hands stroke strings in rapid succession, or cling on to handlebars, or make cups to push water behind them. Some peoples’ hands hold sticks and move in patterns to make clothing. But hands, as diverse as they are, are of completely varying strengths. Some can crush with brutal power, yet others can simply slip from the grasp of others.

Your hands almost completely define the actions you do take. You’ll find that people without the use of their arms can’t do much (the only ones I can think of off the top of my head are Stephen Hawking and Nick Vuvujic), while those who may be blind or deaf but have the use of their hands tend to be able to alter the world around them (take, for example, Helen Keller). Hands are the eyes of the blind.

Politicians sign bills with their hands. Composers write pieces with their hands. Artists paint with their hands. Criminals steal, kill and vandalize with their hands. You used your hands to open Facebook. To click the link to get here. Your hands shaped your past, are your future, and will define your present. Your hands define who you are.

Your hands are your life.

Your hands are important. Take care of them.

Remember the days when it wuz kool 2 type like dis?

Everybody was on Xanga, throwing up what I call “thought dumps.” At age 13. Even though I took part of the latter, I never took part in the former. And I take great pride in that. Still, I think there’s some commentary to be had about this sort of thing.

What do the cool 13-year-old kids use nowadays? It seems like Myspace has fallen off even harder than Xanga has (I still know people who use Xanga consistently), and the kids are now flocking to Facebook or Youtube. However, there’s one major difference: kids are now using correct grammar and punctuation. Shocking, right?

It’s interesting that purposeful bad grammar even became a fad in the first place. To my knowledge, the use of purposeful bad grammar and one-letter words came to being in the telegraph days when users were charged by the character. I mean, now it makes sense why we even have these shortened words, but what caused them to be revived? The world may never know. And now that the fad is disappearing, the world may never know it existed.

But they will. Everything on the internet is eternal (as long as server computers and databases continue to run, but that’s another entry). Go back to where you wrote what you wrote five years ago, and just stare at it. If it’s still there and you don’t do anything about it, chances are it’ll continue to be there for the next several years–or maybe even the next decade or century. It’s an unsettling thought, isn’t it? You may think Facebook posts and comments wash away after a few days, but the truth is, there are hundreds of thousands of servers out there saving every word of every single post and comment you make. And since they’re now hidden from easy access, there’s nothing you can do to retrieve it.

Let this be a lesson, guys. Even though it certainly didn’t start as one, nor did I intend for it to be one. The internet isn’t like real life: words don’t just disappear into thin air. They’re forever ingrained in plaques made of ones and zeroes, and people will always use them to judge you.

Today I am going to bring some hard, crushing reality, and it’s about that thing on the center of your face.

yer nose.

The hairs in your nose are to keep things from entering too deep into your nostrils. They also serve as feelers, so when something enters too deep, you can remove them (but how you remove them is your choice).

There is a reason we have two nostrils: some smells take longer for our smell receptacles to register, and therefore need more time within the nose. If you notice, one of your nostrils always feels slightly more clogged than the other, even if you feel like your nose is completely clear.

Speaking of smelling, smells come from the particles of objects that fly around in the air, entering your nose and getting caught on the smell receptacles before the air finally enters the lungs. For example, when you smell coffee, you’re actually smelling coffee particles flying around in the air. This also means that when somebody makes a smelly fart, the particles of his or her poop hangs in your face and flies around in your lungs. HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL?