My Cup Overflows

My friends, the world is so tremendous. So tremendous!

My neck is sore, I still don't sleep well, I don't own the world yet, but my heart is wider and deeper than I ever expected it could be!

I've been reflecting a lot about advice — and fear.

It's amazing to see how much venom people can spew. I can't say I'm surprised — but it's still impressive.

Fear, man: it's just fear. My favorite phenomenon is when untrustworthy goobers tell you how much they care about you. A dear friend — one of the few that prays with me and asks questions — said, "it is often the case that the most hurtful of words are spoken with most sincere intention."

I asked the man to pray for the fear-mongers — and his response sounded like he understood, like someone had fear-mongered at him.

It is sad, my friends. We can do better than this. We cling to Christ; He is strong to save! Why then do we burrow our faces in fear and demand that others should as well?

I said something deliciously snarky recently. I have to go find it... Aha! Here is it:
"I have realized that most people don’t grow up; they just throw more sophisticated tantrums."

I'm a snarky bastard; it's true. I don't deny it. That doesn't absolve anybody of their tantrums though.

And then what?

Here's the thing: I am filled with joy — and there are so many fearful people that I hesitated. I flinched, and there is no honor in that.

Thus, I am filled with a most describable joy! The only obstacle is encompassing such a thorough change in such a limited space as words.

Servant's heart!

Prayerful soul!

Spontaneous personality!

Submissive will!

Strong mind!

Desire to learn!

Purposeful tenderness!

Encompassing creativity!

Gentle wisdom!

Steadfast supportiveness!

And so much more!

I have been looking for things, my friends, and I have found so much more than I bargained for!

My cup overflows!

And what can I do with that but give thanks?

I struggle already to summarize my little, literature stories. How can I summarize this mighty chapter of chapters?

I praise God.

What's most amazing is that, in the past, it was desperation that drove me to God. And now, it has been this abounding gladness that raises me into hope, into an intense thirst for God and His Word.

I couldn't tell you the half of it if I tried. I try to tell her the half of it, and I spend so many of my words just thanking her for her presence in my life.

How does one keep track of all the details? You don't want to miss mentioning the things you appreciate — but what about when you appreciate all of it: the prayers, the minutiae, the grand themes, the delicate words, the affectionate touches, the kind thoughts, the facial expressions, the affirmation, the trust, the trustworthiness, the invitations, the boldness, the humility, the simplicity, the honesty, the openness, the questions?

And those are just a preface.

I'm tired — more tired than usual — but have you ever been so excited that you want to wake up? That may sound a little weird, but I think most of here love sleeping. Despite all the crazy in my brain, even I love sleeping.

But I am excited to wake up in the morning! But you don't understand. Mornings were starting to become pretty cool. I'm working on a lot of projects these days, and most days have held a productive charm — even Mondays.

But I am excited to wake up in the mornings! It's more like my brain turns on way too early, and I'm too excited to go back to bed — but it's kinda the same thing.

And what can I do with that but give thanks?