Ok....so I know It's stinks when you have a friend that loves to create a new blog every month...but I've made the switch to wordpress for my blog because I got a cool coupon and it looks good and I need a fresh start...anyway...I will no longer publish here.
In the future look for me at the new http://vancebryce.com/
Short Stories, Short Orders, and Short Trips: the intention of this blog is to help myself share the bits of inspiration that I find in the shorts of life.
Saturday, February 25
Wednesday, February 8
Short Nostalgia: The Jimmer
There are some who say that the spark that was Jimmer has been extinguished. His fame and skill in basketball reached its peak and is now on a graceful descent into basketball trivia. Yes, Jimmer was a phenomenon in his time, but the future holds no place for this one hit wonder. My answer is that you were not there when Jimmer scored 50 points against Utah. You didn't see him sink a three from half court against TCU. You didn't suffer agony when we played New Mexico. You didn't have heartache when Brandon Davies was absent, nor worry if we would ever see him dougie again. How involved were you with the Michelle Peralta controversy? If you we there, then shame on you for loosing the mystique and legend that is Jimmer out of your heart.
Those who know, who have kept The Jimmer alive in their hearts, who still attend devotional in the Jimmernacle, whose ears perk up when news of the Sacramento Kings draws nigh, or have written contracts and pinned them above their beds, we believe a statue of Jimmer must needs be erected on campus and will not rest until either all earthly efforts to do so are employed, or the task is completed and enjoyed.
For those of you who want to watch the Jimmer documentary I will be showing it in my house around 7:00. This is for both dedicated disciples and the newly converted or curious.
Those who know, who have kept The Jimmer alive in their hearts, who still attend devotional in the Jimmernacle, whose ears perk up when news of the Sacramento Kings draws nigh, or have written contracts and pinned them above their beds, we believe a statue of Jimmer must needs be erected on campus and will not rest until either all earthly efforts to do so are employed, or the task is completed and enjoyed.
For those of you who want to watch the Jimmer documentary I will be showing it in my house around 7:00. This is for both dedicated disciples and the newly converted or curious.
Tuesday, February 7
Short Thought: Sunrise
Today I was walking to school, that is from the parking lot to school, with my good friend Michaela. I was not in the best mood. Lately It seems as if I cannot reach even the tiniest of goals or qualify for the lowest of standards. These negative thoughts were exacerbated by the bitter cold that makes me want to display an ugly frown to show the world just how awful my life is. It was while I indulged in these selfish, false thoughts that michaela turned to me and said something like, "I like that, how the sun is peeking over the mountain." I looked up from my feet to the sky and saw just a bit of the sun making its way above the cold, snowy, Utah mountains. I got a little excited and said, "It's coming!" A building blocked our view, until, walking out of the darkness, we were hit with the brilliant light and warmth of the full sun reaching over the mountain. My amazement spiraled into bitterness as I said quite loudly, "hello friend, I haven't seen you in awhile!" to which Michaela quietly replied, "no, he was here yesterday..." I felt a bit ashamed. He was here yesterday and I have been acting as if the world has organized itself to get back at me, but really it was organized and created for me to see and experience the glory of God. Some things are only there when you take the time to look at them and allow them bless your life.
It seems that with all that is going on in life, the nightmares, the bad grades, the awful cold, the slow running, the dirty kitchens, the missed opportunities, that there is always happiness readily available if I allow myself to accept that I deserve to be happy. Missed opportunities will open doors for even better experiences, dirty kitchens will need to be cleaned, but sometimes others will clean them until they are shiny, someday I will be able to maintain and get even faster than a creeping 10 minute mile for my 10K if I just keep running, the winter will yield to spring and summer, grades...well grades I will just have to stop being so lazy and kick my rear into gear, and the nightmares...the nightmares I'm putting on an alter for the Lord to bless me with or take from me, there are some things that only patience and faith can resolve, and getting to the point where you are actually patient is a blessing all on its own. Although I seem to want to feel like I am alone, I am grateful for family, friends, and strangers who teach me everyday that I am loved no matter what I want to say to myself. Thank You Michaela for showing me the light when I was looking into the darkness. It was all I needed to believe, that is at least for today, that I can make it.
It seems that with all that is going on in life, the nightmares, the bad grades, the awful cold, the slow running, the dirty kitchens, the missed opportunities, that there is always happiness readily available if I allow myself to accept that I deserve to be happy. Missed opportunities will open doors for even better experiences, dirty kitchens will need to be cleaned, but sometimes others will clean them until they are shiny, someday I will be able to maintain and get even faster than a creeping 10 minute mile for my 10K if I just keep running, the winter will yield to spring and summer, grades...well grades I will just have to stop being so lazy and kick my rear into gear, and the nightmares...the nightmares I'm putting on an alter for the Lord to bless me with or take from me, there are some things that only patience and faith can resolve, and getting to the point where you are actually patient is a blessing all on its own. Although I seem to want to feel like I am alone, I am grateful for family, friends, and strangers who teach me everyday that I am loved no matter what I want to say to myself. Thank You Michaela for showing me the light when I was looking into the darkness. It was all I needed to believe, that is at least for today, that I can make it.
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