The more you resist it, the harder it is. The more you tense up, The more difficult it is to get into the position you need to be. The more you try to force it, The less you are able to accomplish.
Running used to be a method by which I cleared my mind. Not in a healthy clearing kind of way, but in a way that I allowed the pain and unease that came with running, overtake my mind so that I could escape my thoughts, even for a little while. The pain gave me something concrete to focus on. When the pain was not enough to drown out the thoughts anymore, when I could not outrun myself, I stopped.
"The Waiting Place for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting"
The steering jerked to the right - towards the 18-wheeler. I watched in complete silence as the car spun towards the back end of the truck. I was so sure that we were going to SMASH into the back of the truck. And just as though we were in one of those Fast & Furious movies, the front end of the car glided right behind the back end of the truck, across 2 lanes. Ok, so we missed the truck, for sure we were ending up in the ditch. Wait, what were my hands doing? How were my hands moving? Apparently, I had been counter-steering - without realizing. The car began to spin the other way, across 3 lanes. Towards the concrete barriers at the median. At that point, either the concrete barriers would stop us or cars would smash into us from behind. It was a literal 'Jesus take the wheel' moment.
Nothing changes Yet nothing remains the same Each sway simple But its purpose unique The momentum, always timely
I would not think of the things that I own, nor of the things that I wished I could have. I would not think of the career I was able to attain, nor of the amount of money in my account. Instead, I would think of opportunities. Opportunities taken, opportunities missed. Opportunities to laugh, opportunities... Continue Reading →
I ask, 'what is on Your heart', You say, "you". Me? "Do you trust Me", You say. I am on Your heart, and You want to know if I trust You. Do I? Do I trust You? My default response to such a question wants to jump out of my mouth. My default response, like... Continue Reading →
I wake up thinking about Your love for me. I wake up trying to understand why You love me still. My mind often cannot comprehend, and words fail me when I try my hardest. At this crossroad of WHAT IS and HOW COULD THIS BE, I turn to song. With each chord strummed, I fall... Continue Reading →