Metaphors and Misits

Let's be really honest here, I'm not the most consistent or easily understood person. I wrap my words up in metaphors. Ambiguity is my tragic flaw. I hate hurting feelings almost as much as I dislike being hurt myself. Because of my twisted, little, existential view of the world I don't see the point in my making decisions. Don't make me choose between you and something else because chances are I'll choose the thing not begging me for a decision. I realize that in the end I cause more damage by not being clear with my feelings and intentions. For that I am past the point of sorry. I'm devestated. The only time I've ever overcome this character flaw was when I was irrevocably in love. It wasn't a choice I made. It was a need I had for this person to be in my life. Until someone else comes along that gives me no choices, no options, no way I'm getting away without them, I'll be here. In this little existence of mine.

Fresh Start

I realize this will probably shock no one that has ever ridden in a car with me but I have an obsession with music. Lyrics and their melodies just get to me. Anyway, in my television flipping the other day I stumbled over one of my loves, country music videos. Now, I know they may not all make the mainstream stations but, by gosh, if those songs didn't at least make me smile, one of them even made me cry!

All of that is to say, with all of the changes going on in the world around us, sometimes we all need to just sit still and let something move us, change us, make us remember who we are and where we came from.

I know my walk with Christ isn't my most consistent thought but when I do take the time to watch His love in the way a child talks to their mother or His power during a thunderstorm, I often smile and maybe even cry a little...so next time you're flipping channels or jamming to some tunes, turn it off, look around you and marvel. You might be surprised by how much emotion can be stirred up in silence.