epitaphs.

And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world. -Robert Frost

well today i have been thinking a lot about death. and when i think about death i think about life. about what i want to accomplish and what i want to be said about me. about having 'dust at the wind' played at my funeral and about what i want on that tombstone. how i hope my family will remember me and about the joy mixed with sadness.

i want to be remembered as a revolutionary. in thought and in deed. i want to fight the good fight. i want the world to be a different place when i leave here. not for the history books but so that when God asks me what i did with what He gave me i can actually have something to tell him.

sometimes (actually most of the time) i doubt i will even GET a burial. I am a firm believer (even though i know some of you doubt this) that these are indeed the end times and i know God has called me into His service for some major purpose when things get out of control... look around... they already are. do you read the news or drive down the road and think to yourself. wow. the world is going to hell. well. reality check. it is. and we are called to prepare for this time of tribulation and testing of our faith. as we take time to remember the 10 year memorial of the columbine we need to think about what has happened since then. the stock market is crashing, the world is in global distress, moaning 'as in childbirth???' and a one world government seems like a possible next step (after perhaps a major anarchy in the U.S....but thats just a personal thought)

anyways. now im rambling. leave comments. cause my brain just went blank mid thought. haha. im tired. i need some rest.

-colby