No, I don't mean worshiping a punching bag, I mean, worship as a punching bag.
Tell me if I'm being heretical here...
So, I didn't get my quiet time today...I was slack. So I was really frustrated, and council didn't help, it wasn't bad, it just felt weird to me tonight. Driving was rediculous, and parking was worse, and as a side note, I'd like greek lyfe a lot more if it's members didn't feel the need to try to kill me three times a night with their cars. Anyways, so I was driving home and I was barely containing the urge to go about 70 down knox abbot, but decided (or was lead to) turn on the radio instead, it was on WMHK, and a song that we sing at Shack was on so I left it there, and the next song wasn't really anything special, just loud with a lot of very loud vocal parts, so I sang along, in my beautiful broken voice that God alone enjoys, and vented all my frustrations out through that, and it was like I was giving it all to Him with out meaning to, or I guess doing it in a more formal way... it was a lot like I was hitting a punching bag, or driving really fast or somthing to that affect...it realxed me and calmed me down a lot...
So, thoughts?
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