Firstly, apologies to all who thought this was a lyric entry. Green Day had nothing relevant to offer beyond the one line, so thief it I did.

It's been a rough September. Really rough.

So rough that I can't go into details here, yet.

Not to say that I will or won't. Those of you who know, know why I can't say anything at the moment. The other 99.3% of you who have know clue, will have to remain in the dark.

Those of you who know me, know that I'm a very loyal person. Those of you who don't, should still at least validate that statement, as evidenced by my blog: it has been 3 years since I have bought a LEGO set for myself, and yet I still haunt a message board dedicated to a LEGO theme. Why? I consider the staff here very good friends, nigh unto family. While I have no problems with the word "mercenary" itself, I do not like to consider that word to describe me at all.

No one in their right mind would have me as a hired gun anyway; I'm a terrible, horrible shot.

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First Baptist Kenner is been going through Experiencing God this fall. This is one of those studies that is very, very pointed. Going in, you know that if you're going to take it seriously, you're not going to be the same person coming out. There are many difficult pills to swallow, one of the foremost [to me] being that resting on your laurels is never going to work. You can't be used by God and not be changed. You can't do it in your own strength, which flies in the face of the self-reliance that serves as a foundation of Western culture.

Part of me has the head knowledge that the reward will be worth it. However, most of me knows that I really don't have any other choice now but to pursue a deeper relationship with God. And knowing the house-cleaning that entails.... ooh it stings.

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While the gaping chest wound doesn't hurt as badly as it did 3 weeks ago, knowing that family isn't necessarily going to be family soon is another difficult pill to swallow. The Good Guys are undoubtedly still good guys, they just can't be the Good Guys anymore. Part of me wants to move on two weeks ago, and part of me doesn't want to move at all. All of me has to wait for God's timing, though, and that's as difficult as anything.

-KIE