Now listening to: Lovedrug

Oh, like the salt of the earth

Each correction makes us stronger.

Absconder in happiness...

I remember days of glory, of passion, of purpose.
Ironically enough, I was dumb, blind, a coward.
With time, I became "wiser".
Information oozing into my scalp,
experience squeezing under my belt,
and love penetrating my heart.
With time, wisdom clouded and surrounded me like a storm.
I thought so much about things without taking any action to unleash those secret passions consisting of ideas that are not logical or realistic.
With time, many mistakes occured and pain resided. Mostly of my own accord.
I dwelled in them like a cave sinking to the bottom corner of the earth;
giving myself the ultimate time-out.
I let my ugly imperfections of myself and the horrible pain of the world soak into my outlook of what it means to love God and love people.
Am I worse off the mark than I was before?
I surely think so.
And, I am sorry, so sorry for my own sake and for those I have hurt.
Does a loving God still want this life to use?
I think the answer is, "yes".
I have the belief that there is a perfect love, grace, and purpose trying to be in my life. And I think that perfectness would want to have this life to use. I say that because I am very imperfect (huge understatement) and I wouldn't want me, so something perfect would want this mess, right? Right.
Where do I begin?
Almost 60,000 dollars of debt, a permanent disease, and a trail of disasterous mistakes to heave along..
This is not easy, but who ever said that it would be?

Suck it up.

Dry your tears.

"I’ll lift you up,"

Says the angel here...

shalom.
(I hope)