Faith is sassy. It wears a smile. It’s similar to confidence, except that it’s not confidence in your own characteristics and abilities, but in Gods. It’s similar but with another source. A better source, an unending one. And faith does not contain fear, it’s not passivity in fear of disappointing God, it leads to activity together with Him and for Him, in confidence in who He is and confidence in who He has created us to be in His kingdom. It’s walking and acting and creating, it’s choices and future and an ability to dig into whatever we’re feeling today, because we have an unquenchable hope for the future.
Sit and deal with it.
Think about and handle the situation you’re in.
What are you feeling?
To do lists and planning are also times to:
1. sit down and
2. give things to God and
3. honour Him by awareness.
You have to tell me
the name of this
that says: Warm up, stay afloat, sink into the day.
(And the clouds roll in like rivers, stain the sky black over me. Suddenly I don’t believe I can do anything, or be anything, or be brave enough to even be visible.)
(And evening notes, from my notebook:
One thing I know: this always helps, even if I forget about it when I stand alone above the clouds, millions of miles from the closest star. Eons between me and the closest physical object. A chair, a window. Writing like this always helps. Now I sit for real in this couch, big notebook leaned against my knees and teacup against my stomach. It doesn’t necessarily make me understand, but one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead,)
(I’ve been in a flow lately with writing on a story, but now I have to really make an effort to keep going with it instead of starting to think.)
It happened and then it was gone. It’s by thinking about getting rid if it that you’re thinking about it at all.
You’re too late
for our broken hearts.