The Labor Has Ended, But He Never Ends

So I made the decision that I want to keep this blog going. I may not have the time to frequently update it (like I had time before right?), but I will update it because I feel that sharing my life with those closest to me makes it more colorful and people do care enough to know what's going on (some too much that they tweet every two seconds...I boycott twitter). So this blog will live on and may not always be spiritual, but Jesus is always there no matter what.

So to start things off, I am back at CSU after taking a year off to participate in the 1 year Christian Internship and to put it this way...it's almost as if i never left. I'm an engineering major and the guys I met freshman year are in the same program as I am (CO-OP) so they still have a couple to a few years left. I'm right back at my old job working in the computer lab and it doesn't seem different at all. The only thing that has really changed is the mass migration of church friends to CSU. In the first two days I saw nearly all of them and thought it was cool that they are all here with me. I also have a goal for this semester and that is to talk to one person every day I'm on campus about Jesus.

I'll end this post with some of my writing. Y'all will be seeing spiritual and non-spiritual pieces of work appear here as parts of a post or an entire post. Some even from my earlier years of writing. I figure they've been sheltered from the public eye far to long. Disclaimer: some will be unedited and may not seem that good, but this is what comes from a creative mind of a child. Enjoy!

There is a God

By Josh Watkins

Look upon the stars,

Gaze upon their majestic beauty,

Their warming glow,

Their jubilant glimmer,

And tell me there is no God.

Listen to the ocean,

The waves crashing upon the shore,

The songs of its inhabitants,

The wind that moves it,

And tell me there is no God.

Smell the fragrance of the rose,

The aroma of the lily,

The scent of the a daisy,

The essence of a tulip,

And tell me there is no God.

Taste the fruits of the earth,

The sweet honey nectar made by the bees,

The fresh mango plucked from a mango tree,

The sugar cane as it sways in the wind,

And tell me there is no God.

Touch the blades of cool grass on the prairie,

The wetness of the river,

The feathers of a parrot,

The shape of a diamond,

And tell me there is no God.

Feel the texture of my hand,

Listen to the sound of my voice,

Look into my beating heart,

And you will see that God is real,

                                                            And forever more he shall be.