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</description><title>Loss of Contact</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @lossofcontact)</generator><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/</link><item><title>"When I am afraid, I put my trust in you."</title><description>“When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Psalm 56:3&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/4825558401</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/4825558401</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 22:12:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>No Fear</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know if there is a more powerful moment in a person’s life than to wake up and suddenly realize what is at the heart of everything that holds you back.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To finally see through the web of self-obfuscation and lies, and to understand, or at least begin to understand, that all those things you wish you could change, have tried to change, are connected.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, the heart of everything that holds me back is fear.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fear has caused in me uncertainty, worry, a desire to flee the situations I am in, avoidance, procrastination, an intense desire to be accepted by others, and addiction.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every single one of these things contains yet more things, until a full list fills up the written page and makes me mourn for all the time and living I have lost by living in fear.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do not know where the road will lead today, or tomorrow, or a year from now.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I know that today is the first day for something new.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A day of freedom, I think.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because I know that I do not have to be afraid for even one more day.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God, thank You for giving me the freedom and strength to live free from fear.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will trust in You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/4825534353</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/4825534353</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 22:11:13 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The silence of the moment</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In the silence of this moment I am reminded that what matters is not how much work is done tomorrow, how tired I am or what people think. What matters is bigger than all of that, yet so elusive it is always just slipping through our fingers. To grasp it, for just a moment, is to know joy. And to remember it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/945949473</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/945949473</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 00:56:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Six to twelve</title><description>&lt;p&gt;When you read that title, what’s the first thing you think of?  Maybe that it’s almost lunchtime, or how long that neighbor who keeps you up nights should be in prison. It could be the recommended ages for a board game, or how many pounds you should lose on that new diet. Three words and two numbers that can mean anything at all. For me, they are the number of months my mother has to live if her cancer treatment is unsuccessful, and I don’t know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/363731236</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/363731236</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 14:56:21 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Audio from my interview with a local NPR station.</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/210774422/tumblr_krdyl6ZMaJ1qzp3um&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Audio from my interview with a local NPR station.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/210774422</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/210774422</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:15:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Thursday morning</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It is a March,&lt;br/&gt; Thursday morning;&lt;br/&gt; my heart feels alive,&lt;br/&gt; floating, like the pollen&lt;br/&gt; on the wind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; I wonder what&lt;br/&gt; life will be like&lt;br/&gt; in a year, or more:&lt;br/&gt; and then I recall&lt;br/&gt; the secret&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; that was hidden,&lt;br/&gt; but is no more:&lt;br/&gt; life is what we&lt;br/&gt; make of it, not&lt;br/&gt; what we wait for&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; it to be.&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;With thanks to N.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/88096582</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/88096582</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 23:29:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts."</title><description>“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Robert Fulghum&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/78146069</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/78146069</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 17:58:48 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Expectation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It seems an inescapable fact of my life that, whenever I want something the most, it is both a. an inappropriate time to be wanting said thing the most and b. certain that, no matter what it is, I’m not getting it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m pretty sure that “a” is foundational to the human condition.  But “b”. It makes me wonder. Am I doing something wrong? What is it that I’m missing?  I’d sure like to know.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/68407670</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/68407670</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 21:07:02 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>This is a video slideshow made for The Grandpa’s 80th...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/2052598" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a video slideshow made for The Grandpa’s 80th birthday. There are some truly awesome photos of yours truly within.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/56035913</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/56035913</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 18:05:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I’m accepting guesses as to what this is all about. :)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/PvRrtSjAdex8v5rgOkK6s8Vuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m accepting guesses as to what this is all about. :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/54030632</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/54030632</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 22:40:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>So I’m scanning lots of old photos, and found this one of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/PvRrtSjAdeiw8ryoZLUsWqvco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I’m scanning lots of old photos, and found this one of my aunt and uncle and cousins. Aside from my uncle’s awesome hair, note my clearly murderous intent.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/52528671</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/52528671</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 21:38:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Just in case the immediately previous post made no sense...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/lilbrudder.html"&gt;Just in case the immediately previous post made no sense...&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/52032409</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/52032409</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 12:06:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sadness.</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/52031850/PvRrtSjAdee1awgl9GpNprbl&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadness.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/52031850</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/52031850</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 12:01:07 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>What to do, what to do</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So, I was at church a couple of weeks ago, and the time came for the meet and greet.  As most of you are probably aware, in most Protestant churches there’s a short period in between the music and the sermon during which everyone says hello to those around them, often shaking hands.  This was my first time at this church, so I did my best to say hello to everyone around me, and, of course, shake hands.  I said hello to everyone nearby to the front and sides, and turned around to shake hands with whoever was behind me.  This is when I encountered trouble.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The woman behind me was fairly attractive, so initially I didn’t notice that something was rather different about her.  I did notice, however, when I reached out to shake her hand.  She kind of looked at me like I was from outer space; that is when my brain finely comprehended what was different about her: she had no arms.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My feeble mind did not take this well; I had no idea what to do from there so I mumbled a quick “hello” and turned around. I felt bad, but in retrospect have to wonder: what’s the appropriate greeting?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/51954549</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/51954549</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 21:26:23 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Comments, yay!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You can comment now, if you want.  Go ahead.  Do it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/51795272</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/51795272</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 20:50:12 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Stuff people like</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I found two blogs today I’m rather fond of.  One should make sense to you regardless of your background; the other is more like a really long series of inside jokes. :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/"&gt;Stuff White People Like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://stufffchristianslike.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stuff Christians Like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/50180050</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/50180050</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 21:35:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Overheard at CVS</title><description>Customer 1: Is it hot, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Middle-aged cashier: Oh yes.  I've been overheated all day.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Customer 1: Yeah, its really hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Middle-aged cashier: Thank God! I thought I was going through the Change!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Middle-aged cashier: *Old cashier with gender-inappropriate mustache* is off this weekend.  We going to see you Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Old cashier with with gender-inappropriate mustache: *in tones that indicate she may not survive another weekend* If I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/49931634</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/49931634</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 19:38:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The toy soldiers in the closet are for kids who visit.  I swear.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I spent the better part of today driving around a truck with assorted flashing caution lights on it, hammering signs into the ground with a small sledgehammer.  What does it say about me that that was the highlight of my week?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/47864595</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/47864595</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 23:40:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Tornado</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So.  I’ve never really lived in a place that was subject to tornadoes, so much.  So when I moved here I bought a weather radio.  Last night the radio went off at least 4 times with tornado warnings.  For those who might be unfamiliar, a tornado warning means one or more tornadoes have actually been spotted.  My weather radio is particularly fancy and only goes off when a warning applies to the county I live in, so last night was a bit of a tornado festivus.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, I don’t have a basement.  In the absence of one you’re supposed to be in an interior room.  My only interior rooms with no windows are the bathrooms. I think you can see where this is going.  With actual tornadoes out there, I wasn’t about to just go to sleep on my bed, right next to an enormous window.  But I had to sleep.  So, after putting my cats in their carriers in one bathroom, I put a bunch of blankets and pillows in the tub, and tried to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work out so well.  After the last tornado warning expired, I got in a real bed, and thankfully dreamed of disasters that do not require sleeping in tubs.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/47275858</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/47275858</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 00:18:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The female mind.  *sigh*</title><description>Me: So when was your last date?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Girl: A long time...like over year.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: So what constitutes a date?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Girl: You know...going out, the guy pays for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: Haven't I paid almost every time we've gone out the last few months?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Girl: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Me: So is this a date?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
Girl: I don't know.  Are you paying?</description><link>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/47149334</link><guid>http://www.lossofcontact.com/post/47149334</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 21:28:48 -0500</pubDate><category>impossible to understand; labyrinth</category></item></channel></rss>

