Dear Satan,
Lately you have invaded my relationships, polluted my honest film work, and turned the hearts of good men against me. You manipulated my surroundings to put me into a place of negativity and insecurity and told me to give up and be bitter. You have taken everything solid in my life and caused me to question the stability of my walk and my confidence in what I do. And for that.... I thank you.
Because what you have done is shown me that no matter what you throw at me, I can overcome as a child of God. I will not be insecure, I will not be bitter, and I do not have to stand in negativity and become one of the things I despise most in the world, a thing that you are made of.
So I am challenging you to give me something bigger and harder to handle and stand against. I am telling you throw something at me that you have never tried to before.... and to throw something at me to shake my faith.
Because when you do, I will standup against you. I will look you straight in the face and smirk. Because you cannot and will not win against me... you know this, and so do I. Thousands of people see my life and what I do.... So just make sure that when you do come after me, when you go up against one of the most Godly men you know of.... you better be ready.... because through my stand people see God... You cannot shake me... I dare you to try...
Sincerely,
Brian McCluskey
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Might be jumping the gun on this one....
Went to taco bell today. $4.67 for number 9 with no tomato or sour cream. Oh yes, I go there often obviously. It's not really for the food or how incredibly cheap the contents are... It's really just a place to go to get out from behind this stupid computer and where nobody will find me. (some days that is what you need, ya know?)
I sat on one end of their big long line of overly tall tables and overly tall stools. I was at one end with my script on a clipboard and was just kinda doing my own thing. At the other end sat a grandpa and his grandson. They were going on about something or another and having themselves a good ol' time eating their volcano tacos and laughing about how red their faces were getting.
Tell ya what... I'd be willing to skip a successful career and the possibility of fancy cars and a sweet house.... anything but my future wife (when she is happy)..... I would skip it all to have a moment like that.
A moment to share a great time with my grandson and to just laugh innocently. To not have to worry about if this chick is digging me or perhaps if that joke crossed the line... not worrying whether my clothes are attractive or if this shirt makes me look fat.... not thinking about what people think of me or if God liked/approved what I did last night....
To drop every worry and pressure you can think of... and just be innocent....
Could you do that?
Can you do that?
you are loved,
Brian McCluskey
I sat on one end of their big long line of overly tall tables and overly tall stools. I was at one end with my script on a clipboard and was just kinda doing my own thing. At the other end sat a grandpa and his grandson. They were going on about something or another and having themselves a good ol' time eating their volcano tacos and laughing about how red their faces were getting.
Tell ya what... I'd be willing to skip a successful career and the possibility of fancy cars and a sweet house.... anything but my future wife (when she is happy)..... I would skip it all to have a moment like that.
A moment to share a great time with my grandson and to just laugh innocently. To not have to worry about if this chick is digging me or perhaps if that joke crossed the line... not worrying whether my clothes are attractive or if this shirt makes me look fat.... not thinking about what people think of me or if God liked/approved what I did last night....
To drop every worry and pressure you can think of... and just be innocent....
Could you do that?
Can you do that?
you are loved,
Brian McCluskey
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
New Ways of Seeing Life
I have been on a cycling frenzy lately. You know.... cycling... the whole Lance Armstrong/stretchy pants/get run over by a car type of bike riding.
I have kept a constant riding schedule of anywhere from 2-4 hours of riding a day. Now you ask.... Brian, don't you have homework you should be doing during that time? Answer being... of course I do... I always have work I need to be doing, but I choose to set aside this time each day to get out and see the neighborhoods and streets around me. I separate this time of my day from the rest of my work, and I devote this time to relieving stress and enjoying the beautiful Virginia Beach weather.
During my ride I can't worry about the massive amounts of reading and editing I need to be doing. I can't worry about girl troubles or the fact I don't have the adequate groceries for any resemblance of a dinner that night. I have to concentrate on completing my ride. I have to concentrate on adjusting gears and maintaining speeds. I have to concentrate on switching lanes on a busy 6 lane highway without becoming a pancake by those over-sized SUV's.
My world and my work do not interfere with my bike riding. My difficulty of my bike riding helps me see that my work back at school isn't so bad after all.
We are strengthened by the difficulties we go through. The hardships and challenges we go through or place ourselves in only allows us to come out stronger if we have the heart to persevere.
Find time to escape this world and concentrate on a different struggle. Build yourself elsewhere besides schoolwork and life. Get out and see a side of the world in which you don't have to face the obstacles you normally see.
Keep this in mind..... In every road I ride on there are two ways to travel. The path is geographically the same, but the difficulty and terrain are completely different depending if I ride the route 'forwards' or 'backwards.' Try riding life backwards for a change. Challenge yourself and see the peace God will bless you with and the strength you will walk away with at the end. You are loved, Brian McCluskey
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