The Chronicles of Gus and the Curious Case of the Perfect Lyrics

I need to just admit my faith is paper thin I'm feeling so burned out On religion I say an empty prayer I sing a tired song I need to just admit that the passion's gone And I want to get it back You told me Look for You and I will find So I'm here Like I'm searching for the first time Revive me, Jesus Make this cold heart start to move Help me rediscover You I want to learn to pray The way that David prayed I want my soul to burn when I hear Your name I want to feel like new I want to hunger for you Bring me back to life like only You can do Cause I don't want to stay the same You told me Look for You and I will find So I'm here Like I'm searching for the first time Revive me, Jesus Make this cold heart start to move Help me rediscover You Lord, I want to be Yours today I want to know the passion of the saints And how they were changed You told me Look for You and I will find So I'm here Like I'm searching for the first time Revive me, Jesus Make this cold heart start to move I want to burn for You Bring me back to life, Jesus Help me rediscover You. >>>>Rediscover You-Starfield
Thanks Becca.

The Chronicles of Gus and the Case of a Cold Heart in God's Microwave.

Lately I have had a numb heart that has no passion left in it. It has left me to simply go through the motions. Days and weeks have been passing by me and I haven't even seen them. Today was one of those days where I have bottled things up for so long and now the floodgates have been opened to what seems to be endless tears, repentance, and another turn. I am a sinner. If I was God, Heaven forbid, I would just say "Well this one has no chance. She keeps falling into temptation and won't completely trust me with her life. She is screwed up. I can't help her anymore." My heart is slowly warming back up again. Where did all of this fire and passion go? Who opened the window of my heart and swept all of this frigid air in? I feel like God just put my heart in His microwave and hit the defrost button. I have been angry and numb to love and life and all of it's blessings. Why am I so blind? Why do I stray from my creator? Why doesn't God and everyone I know just give up on me? Satan is at work in me and I have let him in. Why didn't God sweep in earlier? Why am I so stupid? I need to learn so much. My prayers are simply cries out to the ceiling hanging overhead now. Where is God? Why can't he just send me a burning bush or part the sky and rumble the seas with His voice and tell me what to do? Where did that God go that turned the sea red and sent the ten plagues of egypt? I am one big disappointment. I am weak. Why can't I fully rely on God as my crutch? He is my peace and my joy and my strength. He turned me away from depression and self-hatrid thoughts of suicide and now I am scared of making another 180. The truth is I am terrified. I am terrified of turning into a nightmare. I am terrified of straying from God's plan. I am terrified of staying terrified. The sun rises and sets every day without me. My body inhales and exhales without me. I am straying but God is pulling on my arm so hard to return. To return to a peaceful place where I am wrapped in His arms and I am protected from sin and hatrid and depression. I want to be there whole-heartedly. I want to be there so badly. How do I get there? How can God just take me back? Why doesn't He just kick me out into the street and let me fend for myself? I don't understand it. His love is so unconditional. Slowly but sure I am defrosting. Hopefully soon my heart will be boiling. But for now the ice is just slowly turning into a puddle. This is simply an outpouring of my heart. Goodnight Moon. Goodnight all.

This video kills me everytime.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUiEeM5TAUY&feature=related

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of This Thing Called Life and the Final Goodbye.

Well so much has happened since my most recent blog about my dear friend Eugene, who has been MIA for quite awhile now. I must address this to the three B's: Becki, Becca, and Bryn, the only ones who ever read this forsaken blog. Life is darn good. Things have changed, but, I feel completely refreshed, free if you will. I've struck euphoria, one of the greatest treasures of them all, in the most unusual of places. This is my last and final blog. For now, I am exiting the cyber world. See you outside this realm my friends.
Sincerely,
Gus.

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of the Spider In My Shower.

I have a spider in my shower.

He has been living there for about two weeks now.

Way up in the corner.

Has hardly moved.

His name is Eugene.

He's still alive, but is not much of a socialite.

Thought I would introduce you to my spidey friend, Eugene.

Eugene, this is the world.

World, this is Eugene.

Here is my pointless blog.

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of the Endeavors of Alex, Sarah, Hannah, Brian, Kelsey, Doc, and the Horse named GPS.

Yesterday 6 of us ventured to the farthest city possible for Alex and Sarah's 2 year anniversary.
Portland.
We went to the zoo. Saw sea lions repeat the same pattern at least 20 times. A polar bear the size of my house, (okay so maybe I'm exaggerating a smidge) the lions, tigers, and bears, (oh my) even though the bears and tigers were absent, and basically every other animal in the kingdom.
Once we had concluded our zoo extravaganza we traveled all through portland for over an hour searching for the Old Country Buffet, which still remains to be found, and then we settled for a Greek restaurant who also sold fries.
Then we ventured off to Voodoo Donuts, amazing by the way, where I bought a bacon maple bar, which was absolutely impeccable. I don't think I'll be able to eat a plain maple bar again.
Afterwards we went to Powell's city of books, where we only stayed for about an hour which is about 7 seconds in powell time. Bookcases from floor to ceiling, everything from astrology, to first editions of the Hobbit, from C.S. Lewis, to every children's book imaginable. It was amazing. I could have spent the night there. Or the week there because of my infatuation with books.
Anway, that was our day, 7 hours in a car, Optimus Prime impersonations, Repetitive Sea Lions, Peeing Bats, Greek Food, Amazing donuts, one which was given to a homeless man, a GPS which was a "horse" and led us astray, and a bookstore the size of a village.

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of Bryn Wells Birthday.

Happy Birthday Bryn Wells. I dearly hope it's a good one. :)

A Girl Called Gus and the Case of the Plethora of Anatomical Terms.

I am in anatomy class.

We're studying the skeletal system. aka. Bones.
It's a bit more complicated than "The thigh bone's connected to the knee bone and the knee bone's connected the the shin bone...." Things like the scapula, (shoulder blade) with parts such as the acromion, the coracoid process, and superspinous fossa. The humerus (or the funny bone..) with parts such as the medial and lateral epicondyles, the olecranon process, and the capitulum. It's overwhelming, yes, but dangerously intriguing. Entertaining as well when your partener takes the bones and trys to make a mask out of them, or use them as weapons....

Well there is my thought for the day.
Fare thee well Fellow bloggers.