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Name: Doug
Country: United States
State: Maine
Metro: Portland
Gender: Male
Interests: God, Amanda, classical music, cars, computers, mountain biking, debate, politics…hardly a comprehensive list.
Expertise: Piano, singing, writing, helping people; developing expertise: Conducting, composition, computer programming, engineering…
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Hardware)
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
11/29/2004
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| Sometimes, God's provision is wonderfully clear.
Last night, while Amanda and I were out shopping, there was a tremendous thunderstorm complete with, just as we arrived at Walmart, about five or ten minutes of dime-sized hail. We pulled under the gas station roof to avoid any potential damage to the car (along with just about everyone else who was within a quarter-mile of Walmart at the time). The hail never got any larger, though, so the damage concern turned out not to be an issue.
Or so we thought. We did our shopping, and when we arrived back on campus over an hour later, our next-door neighbor was looking over his cars. Half-jokingly, my wife said, "How many dents did you get?" "Quite a few," was his rather glum response. Sure enough, when we looked closely, both cars had multiple significant dents on their upper surfaces. "How big did the hail get here?" I asked. Mark's response was to walk over and pick up a stone, larger than a golf ball, that was lying on the ground near his patio (keep in mind that this is over an hour after the hail ended). Immediately, my wife and I felt thankful that we had not been on campus, because a dented car would not have made us particularly happy.
Then, on the way back from getting laundry, we decided to check on the church van that our church keeps on campus. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot where it is kept, we knew the hail had been even worse than we realized. The first three cars we saw in the lot all had broken windshields. Sure enough, so did the van, along with about two-thirds of the rest of the cars in the lot. After surveying the damage, we returned home.
Our sympathy is with our friends and neighbors whose cars have been damaged. But we cannot help quietly thanking God for arranging our day somewhat differently from our plans, such that we were at Walmart during the hailstorm, and thereby sparing our car potentially significant and expensive damage.
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| From the vast and sometimes imprecise world of the internet, a misunderstanding of the difference between French and English turns Beethoven's beautiful "Pathetique" sonata for piano into "Beethoven's Pathetic Piano Sonata."
In other news, 31 days until the wedding!
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| The ten days of being together went by all too quickly. Now, day
two of ten long days apart has arrived. It's all so worth it,
though, because after this week, we'll never go our separate ways
again. We'll never be farther apart than across town from each
other. And, so soon, we shall be wed.
Just don't expect any posts that don't relate to the wedding in some way for the summer. 
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| "For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin. For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I. If then I do that which I would not, I consent unto the law that it is good. Now then it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me. For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me. I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me. For I delight in the law of God after the inward man: but I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members. O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?" (Romans 7:14-24)
I hate me.
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| I'm so busy being excited that I'm forgetting to tell everybody here about it!
I shall see my beautiful and wonderful fiancée in a mere six days!
And then, ere long, we shall be man and wife!
I love you, sweetheart!
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