New blog. New reasoning.

Seriously though, I need to start writing again. 

So I decided to start my blog again.  Funny thing is the last blog I started went poof with the old email.  So it's dead.  Twice.  Coincidentally, I can't just delete the old blog and use the same name, which to be honest, is terrible planning.  So I created a new blog.  Way to stick it to The Man.  Way to stick it indeed.  Now the title is pretty self explanatory.  Although this blog won't be all spiritual ramblings, there may be a couple or five.  You may be looking at the web address and be thinking, "What the heck is a happy squid?"

Well I'm glad you didn't ask. 

Why the Squid is Happy.

This will be the first of many descriptions (ramblings) on little revelations (thoughts that lead to more thoughts).  So what is a happy squid?  Well it's not a squid.  It's an octopus.  But since I can't draw, a squid is just as close a description and "happy octopus" doesn't roll off the tongue as well.  One day, The Happy Squid may just be the name of my coffee house.  For now, it's a way of life.

            But really the happy squid is pretty profound.  See, in teaching a few other baristas how to do latte art, usually when a mess up occurs it all looks the same: a small, white, circular blob in the middle of the drink.  Most would discredit the latte art and pass it on, but me, yeah well I make it into something.  I grab my little thermometer and teach them how to make an octopus.  A few “pull through” here and a few “eyes and mouth” there, and you’ve got yourself a happy octopus.  Then they bring it to the table and the customer laughs and smiles and says it’s a cute little squid.  I don’t care what they call it.  I know what it is.

            So what’s the significance? It’s just like God to make something beautiful out of a mess.  I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what in the world He was thinking.  If Jesus really is the Lamb slain before the foundation of the world (which He is), and God really does see the end from the beginning (which He does), well then He didn’t go into this thing blind.  He knew what He was doing when He made man.  I believe Psalm 139 when it says that He fashioned me in my mother’s womb; that in wonder and fear He knit me together.  As Aaron Strumpel so wonderfully said, “He should’ve been scared.”

            Yet to spite all this, He formed me, breathed His life into me, watched me turn my back and make a mess, and when I let Him, He took His little thermometer and with a few “pull through” here and a few “eyes and heart” there, He made me a happy little squid.  He took a mess and made it beautiful.   

So that’s my story.   

That’s why the squid is happy.  He’s not a mistake.   

God still loves him and He likes him too.