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I go to Adams State College in Alamosa, Colorado. It is 50 miles from the New Mexican boarder, and sits in the San Luis Valley. Elevation, 7455 ft. I am a cellular biology student, looking to study Chiropractic Medicine @ Western States in Portland, Oregon. Although, I am trying to keep my options open for the Lords Will.
I'm a struggling disciple of Christ, trying to find the Lords path in my life. If anyone tells you that being a Christian is easy, they are wrong. My background is that I have always been somewhat of a good child all my life. I did have my rebellious stage in high school, but it doesn't compare to the time and quality of others. You know how it is easier to come to the faith when you are at your lowest, and on your knees vs. being somewhat good all your life, well, that is me. It is hard for me to be in the center of God's Will when, to others, it looks like I might be there.
Since I love movies, here is one of my favorite movie lines from "A River Runs Through It".
From the Closing Monologue:
“Maybe all I really know about Paul is that he was a fine fisherman.
‘You know more than that,’ my father said. ‘He was beautiful.’
“I remember the last sermon I ever heard my father give, not long before his own death:
Each one of us here today will, at one time in our lives, look upon a loved one in need and ask the same question: We are willing Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true that we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don’t know what part of ourselves to give, or more often than not, that part we have to give… is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us… But we can still love them… We can love – completely – even without complete understanding…
“Now, nearly all those I loved and did not understand in my youth are dead, even Jessie. But I still reach out to them… When I am alone in the half-light of the canyon, all existence seems to fade away to a being with soul and memories of the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River, and a four-count rhythm, and the hopes that a fish will rise. “Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the earth’s great flood and runs over the rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words. And some of the words are theirs. “I am haunted by waters.â€