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Name: Joe
Gender: Male
Interests: Worship. God. Flying. Missions. I love to play the guitar. Most of all, I love Jesus. He's it. There is nothing more.
Expertise: I'm not really an expert at anything, persay... although, I can read a comic book or Louis L'Amour novel really well.
Occupation: Unemployed
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/9/2004
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| So I haven't updated my xanga in a whole year. I can't believe it's still on the server. I can't believe xanga still exists. Facebook and Myspace have taken over the world, it seems. So, for my xanga friends, I thought I would update. Obviously it's been a year. Alot has happened. I am married. Her name is Ashley and she is beautiful. Pics on my facebook. I've moved to Michigan now, leaving Texas behind to burn in that intense heat. It is maybe ten degrees outside my door right now. I love it here. I just returned from a weekend in Ohio and Tennessee, visiting my relatives there. On the way through, we drove through the Appalachian mountains. I love those mountains. My dad and I got out and walked around for a second, seeing what was there to see. I took pictures. I miss those mountains. I want to go back so bad. I want to spend a week or so out there, just hiking and being with God in His creation. | | |
| It is now officially 2007 in every part of the united states excpet for Alaska and Hawaii. Sweet.
Time flies, though. I'm almost 19. I'm not yet used to being 18. I realized today that the longest period of time I would be home ever again would be around three weeks. This isn't really home anymore. It's my parent's house. Home is in Texas, in a 12 x 15 ft. room that I share with another guy. That is my main base of operations now, and it feels weird. I've moved out. I'm growing up. I'm not just the pastor's son any more, but I am Mr. Joseph Cottle.
Yet I am still desperately tied to my roots. My parents are helping with college loans. I wish there were some way I could take these loans on myself, but, being eighteen, I have no credit. I have "I need money." I have "you need a cosigner."
God has provided me with a job this semester, for which I am thankful. I want to relieve my parents of giving me gas money and what-not. I want to become self-dependent, or rather, God dependent. I just don't want them to pay for my needs anymore. I am so very thankful for their help and trust that God will supply all my needs.
So I stand here in the middle. I'm on my own, but not really. I'm flying without help, but the instructor is still there in case I make a mistake. I'm glad that he's there though. I don't want to die.
It's good to have a friend, and not just any friend, but the deep one, the kind that knows you through and through. The kind that can make you smile even on the darkest of days; the kind that takes rain from dreary to delight because their smile is brighter than the sun could ever shine. The friend that hears from God just what to say and says it at the right time. The friend that is there, that doesn't require a conversation, and just their presence is calming and relaxing. The friend that knows your weaknesses and helps you through them. The friend that can read your thoughts without even looking in your eyes, and when your eyes meet, they see your being in all it's glory and imperfection, peering into the depths of your soul. This kind of friend is priceless and this is a friend I have. Two of them, actaully. How blessed I am.
Ashley, I wouldn't want to do this without you. Buddy, can a brother be so close, loyal, and true?
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| So Ted Haggard Fell. He admitted to sexual immorality. He admitted to having meth. Ouch. But why do we care? Who are we to point, judge, or blame. Whether you're a fornicator, or you just looked at that girl's butt that just walked by, it's all the same to God. It's all dirty. To those of the church that are railing this man, what you're doing is abosolutely wrong and condemned by the Bible. Romans 2:1 says"... you who judge practice the same things." So just keep your mouth shut and bear us your religious, self righteous, damning hypocrisy. God says that hypocrites face the same future as unbelievers, and it's really hot down there. To the rest, I say pray. We all fall, everyday. The one thing that bothers me the most is that the gay prostitute that confessed to what Haggard was doing, did it becuase he couldn't stand the hypocrisy. Perhaps he was moved by the Spirit, but he himself becomes the hypocrite. It's the blind leading the blind. I forgive him, but I just wanted to say that this is just stupid. I've said my peace. Good night. | | |
| A Black and White Kiss
Hello beautiful, need an arm?
You look awefully cold
Can I offer you my coat?
Can I buy you a warm drink?
Ever dream of those black and white kisses?
The ones where she falls in his arms
She feings distress and sighs
The live happily ever after
Take my hand little lady
I know your new to the city
Fresh off the train from the farm
Let me show you the tim of your life
Ever dream of those black and white kisses?
The ones where she takes his hands in hers
She never let's him go
The rain falls down all around them
I want one of those black and white kisses
The one where I play Clark Gable
She'll say that she loves me
We will live happily ever after
A Postcard with Tears
A picture of a sunset graced the front
So pristene and surreal
But what lay behind would bring her down
She would never be ready for the fall
She turns the card and reads the greeting
My dearest child, I'm sorry
The falling has begun
With that first line, she dies
The story goes, he died for the sake of many
Why should he die for any?
He was hers and she needed him
the pencil blurs with the tears
She falls to her side there in the street
Her heart has died, her will is gone
One man dies in the heat of battle
One woman died by postcard | | |
| I'm only 18, I know. But I still feel old. It's 2006. cars that were made between 1990 and 1995 don't seem that old to me. It's stunning to think that they're over 10 years old. That's and ol car. That's a bargain car now. TV Shows like Boy Meets World, Saved by the Bell, Full House, and Home Improvement are becoming vintage now. I remember when girls wore coolats. yikes. And "Yikes". Do you know what that's from? "Home Alone". Not Home Alone II, III, or even IV, just Home Alone. It was made in 1990, 16 years ago. I loved that movie. I remember the night that Clinton won the presidency. I remember when he won again. I remember Oklahoma City and the tragedy there.Yikes... In short, I'm find that time is going by evermore quickly. I'm in college. I'm almost finished with my Freshman semester. Things that I used to wear are no longer "cool." I can feel my back going out. And my hip hurts. Yet life is in bloom. I'm learning more now than I ever have before, both in my career and in life. It's cool. And God is ever near. He speaks. I listen. I love it. | | |
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