An Impossible Review

I've been debating religious institutions of late. Religion is iffy for me at all, its a battle in which I seem to not have the heart to carry on much longer.

I'm reading a book called The Shack, and I strongly, and when I say strongly I mean seriously with all my heart you need to read it for God's sake, strongly recommend it.

It's whipping my concept of God into shape, forming it and molding it into words that make sense. It's answering questions like if you are a good God, and really all powerful, then why do you let so much pain occur, or things like do we have control of our own fate, all in tangible wording without thy or thou anywhere to be found.

Makes sense to me really, I can't get enough of it. When I'm done I have passages marked down to reread a million times to try to fully understand. I'm not the most enthusiastic God person, but this book makes me heavily regret a lack of faith in something, anything. I love it, and yet it makes me realize how barren of a wasteland I've found myself in.

Anyways, SKIING.

I cannot wait to ski here in New Hampshire, the mountains are amazingly amazing. (Yes, in this case I can indeed describe amazing with the adverb amazingly, its appropriate, it is)

It takes longer to get down the run than up it, and the lifts themselves are fun they are fast and the view is a gasp every time.

Two worries though, my foot is a pain in the rear and not healing and the sideways pressure of skiing might prove too much for my lame ligament to handle, and it could very well be ultra crowded which has the potential to really blow. Excuse the huge run on sentence.

Well, I've had more turkey than my brain can handle and function at the same time, so I check out now. Adios.

(Again, sorry for the random turn of events that this blog took...not sure why I said again either I don't think I've apologized for this yet)