The Snowball Race
I like to fight against the norm and uniformity. It’s in my blood to speed, run red lights, to disobey my parents, to question authority figures. I am surprised that I haven’t gotten myself into more trouble. It must be because of His grace!
This is my picture:
A race is set on a cold winter’s afternoon. We are all given the task of reaching the finish line while pushing our snowballs. As we push further and further, harder and harder, the wind keeps on pushing us back. Everyone is moving faster and harder towards the finish line. Everyone is faster than me, but I don’t care, because this is how I want to push it!
March 24, 2011 – Today, I just want to kick this bloody cube