Wednesday, December 28, 2011



I'm learning patience.

There are a few things that I can control in my life and many things that I cannot.

One of the things I can control is patience.

Patience is longsuffering.

Waiting without suffering is just waiting.

I am learning to suffer for a long time.

But the suffering I endure is not worthy to be compared to what other people have to suffer through.

And sometimes I wonder why my suffering is enough for me to endure.

If I am impatient with my trial, how can I overcome a larger one?

One step at a time.

God doesn't give me long range plans.

He only tells me what to do now.

And I usually can't see beyond the step I am currently taking.

I am constantly walking into the unknown.

If I knew what was going to happen, I would enjoy this step more.

It would be easier to endure this suffering.

I could be patient. 

But knowing wouldn't be trusting.

But knowing wouldn't be faith.

Faith is believing without seeing.

Do I believe that God provides for me?


I can break it down to two easy steps.

1. God is big enough and strong enough to take care of me.

2. God is loving enough towards me that He wants to take care of me.

If I can believe those two things, and I do, then I should have no fear of the unknown.

So I don't...


I'd still like to know what was going to happen.

But that's just me.

Not God.

God already knows, and He wants me to find out then.

Not now.

So I wait.



The suffering I endure is not one of physical strain.

My suffering is an attack on my faith.

How long will I wait on the Lord before I try to take care of things myself?

How long will I wait on the Lord before I try to speed things up?

When is God too late?

Of course I know the answer.


He is always on time.

I think it's in the nick of time. At the last second. He barely made it.

But He does what He does when He wants to.

He planned it that way.

To keep me trusting.

To keep me waiting.

To prove my faith...


...or to disprove it.

To prove it.

I'm going to be victorious.

I'm going to wait...

...and be patient.

I'm not going to take what isn't mine.

I will trust the Lord to provide.

I will have faith.

My God is big enough.

My God loves me enough to take care of me.

He's going to do it.

He will.

Just watch and see.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

The Piper Problem Part 1

Before I tell you my story, I would like you to understand something about me. It's hard for me to explain, and I'm not sure you would quite understand, but I'm not like everyone else. My family is a bit... abnormal. We love each other and take care of each other like a family should... but we're not really blood related. In fact, not all of us even has blood. My family consists of different fictional characters that I can create and bring to life as I see fit.

I've been like this as long as I remember. I just think of someone and that person is in the room. I can think up a man, woman, boy, girl, dog, cat, or even a cartoon alien. The problem is that the person I think up isn't always nice, depending on my mood. So there are many times that I think up a lot of trouble for myself.

The first time I remember it happening, I was lost. I was wandering through the streets and I was scared. I thought that I would get mugged and before my very eyes, a mugger appeared. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that couldn't possibly be true, and the mugger just jumped out from behind a garbage can or corner or something, but that's not the way it happened. There was nothing there, and slowly, the mugger came into view. At first, it was just an outline, and then he started fading in. I could see right through him until he became solid. He jumped at me the moment he became solid and started going through my pockets. Once he found my wallet, he pushed me to the ground and ran away. I wished that Superman was real and that he would get the mugger for me and Superman appeared the same way the mugger had. He went after the mugger and retrieved my wallet. I was so surprised but relieved that Superman was there to protect me. As I walked on, he floated there beside me. He didn't say anything, but stayed with me block after block, looking around for trouble.

It had rained a few hours before and there were large puddles in the street. As a car drove by, it splashed Superman, and he vanished in a large cloud of smoke. I thought of him again and he reappeared like he did before. I asked him what happened, and he didn't know. Then another car drove through the same puddle and the same thing happened. My creations were destroyed by water!

It's been years since then and I've gotten better at creating and controlling who I create. I stopped watching scary movies after the Werewolf incident of 2004. Three people ended up in the hospital and I got a vaccination for rabies.

I've created thousands of people and sent them out into the world. I have no idea how many have stayed dry, but when it's raining, it's not uncommon to see reports on the news of people exploding in a large cloud of smoke. It was baffling the police as so many missing person reports were coming in. I actually started my own private investigator business that specializes in finding missing persons. My creations go out and live lives and make friends and get married and people who love them miss them when they vanish, so I "find" them by recreating them. I tell them all to never take baths or showers or be caught out in the rain, but they all eventually get caught or splashed. I go to the police station regularly to look over their missing persons. I recognize most of them, but last Friday, I made a mistake.

I recreated someone I never created in the first place. Piper Long was a girl that went missing two weeks ago. She looked so familiar that I thought she was one of mine, so I red the bio, studied the picture, and recreated her. However, after delivering her to her husband, I went downtown for some coffee and saw Piper dressed in rags in the corner asking for change.

I walked over to talk to her for a little and I found out that she ran away from home. She had been hiding a drug habit for some time and it became uncontrollable. She ended up running away with a man who promised to take care of her and after he used her, he left her in the cold. She was too ashamed to go back, too addicted to quit, and to poor to think of any other solution. Her husband loved her and she didn't deserve that love.

I agreed.

The Piper I created would be loyal and drug free. She would return the love that her husband had given her. This Piper couldn't. But what should I do? There can't be two Pipers. This could ruin my whole business and I don't know how I would explain what I can do to the police. In order to cover my tracks, I offered to set up the real Piper with an all expense paid trip to a faraway rehab under an alias. She would go and get clean, and one day, I'll figure out how to make the switch.


What should happen next? Give me suggestions in the comments.