The things I call crisis and all the things that were coming after me are all coming to serve the purpose of God in my life.
A zephyr skimmed
across my creamy skin
where the sun had been….
The trouble with this dog is that it has grown too close to human beings, it will suffer as they do.
You go to bed different… tossing and turning is the norm… you wake to a sunny day but clouds follow you wherever you go. You wonder if you are strong enough to climb out of the depression you are living in and your prayers to God seem empty because you are sooo very tired of telling him the same thing over and over again….. if we are really being real… there may even be moments after impact you forget how to pray… maybe you don’t even want to.
And confessions of love have always seemed out of place when you’re gasping for air, when you’re begging for pain,
when you’re missing something, unable to change the channel.
Life’s battle don’t always go to the strongest or the fastest , but sooner or later the man who wins is the man who thinks he can .
He didn’t remember the very first time he actually died very well. It wasn’t as bad as remediation, but he remembered being afraid and worried… and when he found himself alive again a few hours later with Mearth’s wild green eyes peering down at him, he remembered still being afraid and worried. It was strange, he thought, to be afraid of being alive… but being alive was worse than being dead in his mind.
A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.
Rather than idolizing perfection, we must choose to cherish what is real. To truly live is to love deeply, to get messy, to sometimes get hurt, and to stumble and fall. It is worth it. The alternative of living a life barren of these things in the pursuit of perfection would be tragically uninteresting.
The minute I’m in a little pain … your rough, tough, scary bad boy image totally falls apart.