I've been spending the better part of two years trying to learn a specific trick on my longboard: the pop shuv-it. It's a pretty typical skate trick that's not too hard to learn on something as small as a regular skateboard, but translating the same trick to a longboard is an entirely different story. I won't bore you with boring technicalities - just know that the board basically just spins 180 degrees in the air before being caught back under your feet.
Two years. One trick. I simply could not figure out what to do. I knew exactly what I was doing wrong, and, for the life of me, couldn't figure out how to do it right. I kept trying it over and over and over again, trying to find the one thing that would make my body do the magic it needed to do in order to make this trick happen.
I finally landed it. I don't how to describe this feeling to you. After working on the same thing for so long, finally landing it was so... all right. Yup. That's it. I wish I could say that I experienced an ecstatic explosion of my brain noodles, but nope, it was just nice. I think once I finally did it, my mind quickly transitioned to figuring out how to do it every time and make it look better.
You see, Satan is a poor man and a liar. However, he's not so concerned about the fact that he's poor because he knows he is the king of lying. From his throne of lies, all he does is write bad checks.
I spent two years trying to land that trick. Success wasn't as sweet as I thought it'd be. I couldn't cash that check. I get the feeling that much of life is like that. There's only One that has the money to pay His own checks though, and I think you know Who I'm talking about.
(Hint: Check out the capital letters.)
Two years. One trick. I simply could not figure out what to do. I knew exactly what I was doing wrong, and, for the life of me, couldn't figure out how to do it right. I kept trying it over and over and over again, trying to find the one thing that would make my body do the magic it needed to do in order to make this trick happen.
I finally landed it. I don't how to describe this feeling to you. After working on the same thing for so long, finally landing it was so... all right. Yup. That's it. I wish I could say that I experienced an ecstatic explosion of my brain noodles, but nope, it was just nice. I think once I finally did it, my mind quickly transitioned to figuring out how to do it every time and make it look better.
"Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!" (Psalm 34)I keep getting these checks. They're addressed by Satan, and they keep promising me stuff. Satisfaction, joy; pleasure. And boy are they big sums. Only, I know that if I try to cash these checks, I'll just get a slip back from the bank titled NSF - "Non-Sufficient Funds." Not only that, but I'll be getting some pretty hefty bank fees. They don't like it when you try to cash a check from a person who simply doesn't have the money to pay you.
You see, Satan is a poor man and a liar. However, he's not so concerned about the fact that he's poor because he knows he is the king of lying. From his throne of lies, all he does is write bad checks.
I spent two years trying to land that trick. Success wasn't as sweet as I thought it'd be. I couldn't cash that check. I get the feeling that much of life is like that. There's only One that has the money to pay His own checks though, and I think you know Who I'm talking about.
(Hint: Check out the capital letters.)
