It's a Big World After All
Oh snap! Oh snap, oh snap! I just felt angsty about posting a thing!
I don't know if I'm supposed to do that. Even in my fictional literature, I'm still gonna bring up edgy topics. I guess it'll be less clear what my stance is since there will be a fine variety of characters. Who knows.
I like having opinions.
I was talking to a bloke today about God's work in our lives. We both discussed how much movement we've seen — especially considering what messes we used to be.
It's easy to see a cleanup when something (or someone) goes from shitstorm to merely disheveled.
Sometimes, I like to pretend I'm perfect. Often enough, I am able to drag my silly carcass of a life and throw it at God's feet again, have him renew me again, pull me closer again, show me new life again.
I once wrote a fancy poem about battling temptation. In it, I said this:
Ain't no pretending when yer a shoddy shenanigan. And then! And then there's just the rolling in grace.
I think the world is so much bigger than we give God credit for. Trust me! I've tried to shrink the universe down into my little pits of self-pity. It doesn't work, but it's worth a shot ya know?
The world is so big!
I can't stand the phrase, "it's a small world." I — a native of Pennsylvania — have only heard that phrase from people who live in Pennsylvania. That's not a small world. That's a high-probability coincidence.
THE WORLD IS SO BIG! Then you calculate hearts into the mix, and a-whole-nother dimension gets warped up in this business. (I wanted to say, "up in this bitch," but it sounded offensive, so I didn't.)
But I like to ostrich my head into the ground. Thwump! Nothin to see here. Just dark and dreary dreams.
Do ostriches actually put their heads in the ground?
Anywho, when I'm not burying my head in the dirt, I see God working His crazy magic, and I am plain amused at my ostrich alter-ego. Like, "why the heck are you shrinking the world, dude?"
I can't overstate it! The world is huge! Forgiveness is huge! Broken hearts are huge! Evil is huge! Redemption is huge! Healed hurts are huge! Infatuation is huge! Resentment is huge! Possibilities are huge! Questions are huge! Fears are huge! Kisses are huge! Arguments are huge! Doubts are huge! Faith is huge!
IT'S ALL FRIKKIN HUGE
I don't know if I'm supposed to do that. Even in my fictional literature, I'm still gonna bring up edgy topics. I guess it'll be less clear what my stance is since there will be a fine variety of characters. Who knows.
I like having opinions.
I was talking to a bloke today about God's work in our lives. We both discussed how much movement we've seen — especially considering what messes we used to be.
It's easy to see a cleanup when something (or someone) goes from shitstorm to merely disheveled.
Sometimes, I like to pretend I'm perfect. Often enough, I am able to drag my silly carcass of a life and throw it at God's feet again, have him renew me again, pull me closer again, show me new life again.
I once wrote a fancy poem about battling temptation. In it, I said this:
But now my lack is all I have –Ya know, I got my issues. I pray that God roots all kindsa things outta me, but, partly, I'm thankful for my mess — even especially my messy messes: they remind me vividly whom I need.
My only claim to You,
And all the strength that I could claim
Is merely just a gift
Bestowed upon me for Your work,
So I am just Your clay,
And all my weakness is a tool
By which I show Your face.
Ain't no pretending when yer a shoddy shenanigan. And then! And then there's just the rolling in grace.
I think the world is so much bigger than we give God credit for. Trust me! I've tried to shrink the universe down into my little pits of self-pity. It doesn't work, but it's worth a shot ya know?
The world is so big!
I can't stand the phrase, "it's a small world." I — a native of Pennsylvania — have only heard that phrase from people who live in Pennsylvania. That's not a small world. That's a high-probability coincidence.
THE WORLD IS SO BIG! Then you calculate hearts into the mix, and a-whole-nother dimension gets warped up in this business. (I wanted to say, "up in this bitch," but it sounded offensive, so I didn't.)
But I like to ostrich my head into the ground. Thwump! Nothin to see here. Just dark and dreary dreams.
Do ostriches actually put their heads in the ground?
Anywho, when I'm not burying my head in the dirt, I see God working His crazy magic, and I am plain amused at my ostrich alter-ego. Like, "why the heck are you shrinking the world, dude?"
I can't overstate it! The world is huge! Forgiveness is huge! Broken hearts are huge! Evil is huge! Redemption is huge! Healed hurts are huge! Infatuation is huge! Resentment is huge! Possibilities are huge! Questions are huge! Fears are huge! Kisses are huge! Arguments are huge! Doubts are huge! Faith is huge!
IT'S ALL FRIKKIN HUGE
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