There once was three whales, except they were wells.

Pretty much how I feel right now. Thanksgiving was awesome. My mom did not disappoint with providing her usual amazing repertoire of awesomeness (mashed potatoes, yams+marshmallows{surprise for me; I love this dish}, and of course PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Dad made an amazing turkey and it was just awesome hanging out with the family and looking at all of my brother's awesome sketches. Just watch one of these days he's going to be famous. For something. It might be drawing. It might be one of those awesome stories. Or something else. I didn't do any homework over break but I brought home a couple of Dr. Seuss books, Rudolph (you better know which I'm talking about), and a Snickerdoodle cookie recipe. I feel so accomplished. Anyway Thanksgiving break rocked. Up until now. I'll get to that in a minute.

Now in the last blog I said I was going to share what it was God had revealed to me. Well, here it goes. God violates our expectations. Constantly. This is God we're talking about. He comes down to our world and does the exact opposite of what we expect a god would do. Instead of flaunting power, he becomes powerless and weak and a nobody. Instead of commanding armies, he teaches fishermen. Instead of blowing people away with power, he blows them away with love. Instead of living a long and prosperous life, he dies poor and young. Yet this is the paradox of God. He didn't see equality with God as something that any human could do despite somehow being both God and human. He was humble even though he had every reason not to be. He was loving to those who killed him. He lived his life constantly searching and seeking out those he could help. And what does he do today?

Oftentimes the exact opposite of what I expect him to do. I think he's going to give me something because he can use me through it and he proceeds to not give it to me. He throws me into situations I didn't think would happen. Right now I did not think I would be in the middle of the Medford airport waiting for a bus to take me to Eugene at dark-thirty. Yet here I am. I didn't think Riley's family would take me over to their house for a couple hours to pass the time(Of course that happened because I wanted to see if she was back yet and I could hitch a ride; didn't quite work like I expected). But they did. I expected to be in Eugene right now watching the Grinch. Instead thanks to fog, the plane had to land in Medford and they're bringing up a shuttle or a bus or something to get me up to Eugene. Yay life. But here's the thing I'm realizing as I'm sitting here. My life is constantly going to be upset by stuff. How do I react though? That's the important thing. How willing am I to change my will for God's? So that might have been a lot more flow of thought than anything. Hopefully it made sense.

Oh, and airlines give you free pizza if you have to wait forever even if it isn't their fault.

So, what else?

Um...how about if you read past this line your room will be attacked by vicious poisonous fang-toothed comets?

You still reading? You're doomed. The worst part about those little buggers is that you never know when they're going to strike.

You think I'm making this up? Do I have anything to gain by making this up? Beside making my blog a little longer. Fine. If you don't want to believe that the comets will attack your room. I'll just end here.


If not, well I don't have anything so I'll end here.

Make that here.

Eh, why not continue for another line?

I feel like I could do this forever.

Okay actually really ending.

Syke!

Okay that was cruel. This is the real end.

Or not.

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