Sunday, February 28, 2010
spice
Blueberries,strawberries,rasberries too;dandelions,gardenias,roses in bloom.Songbirds,crickets,hoot owls hoo.Raccoons,opposums,squirrel stew;pigs,poultry,cows moo.Grass,trees,sky hue.Lake,river,ocean blue;baby,mommy,me&you.All these we touch,hear,see,smell,eat or walk through to enjoy,to love,to taste&see that God is good.
alive
Many create a god that is working on wishes,guiding fast pitches&has a scheme to bring sin into heaven;others create a tyrant ruling from above that punishes every emotion,that does not care about suffering,a god that requires you earn his love.Never could they imagine he is right by their side urging them to take sides in a battle between love&selfishness;giving selfless,waiting for them to take the first step.
overarching
Some things never change.Little legs swinging back&forth on a swing on the porch while grandma tells stories of slow dances&grandpa's torch,bedtime stories,hugs&prayers,Sunday afternoon laughter&Thursday night dinners,baby falling asleep on daddy's chest giving mom some time to rest,bubble baths filled with giggles&laughs.Of all that changes&changes fast family forever lasts.
level
speeling an punkchewashun are very impartint asspeks of yur profeshunal persona.If ya speel stuff rong criticall peeple tend ta think yur stoopid&wanna religate ya to the sofa.Now I aint sayin y'all shood care won iotee bout sum hi fulootin fella's thawts on intelligense er let the bigwigs getcha down.Mattera fack i'd just tellim ta git sum book learnin on ackseptince.
sticky
Even the most positive,goal-oriented,well-rounded individual is bound to become tired,lack motivation&dwell in limbo uninspired.I don't mind saying that's how I feel right now.Like a steed that won't come out of the barn I'm just standing here looking around.My best guess is that I am thinking about what's wrong&dwelling on it too long.Nevertheless,I'm not getting too down because I'm not lost,I am found.
worst
Never pretend or hide your feelings or hold stubbornly to pride,hurt&anger.The hardened hearts are tormented&torchered souls&true losers living out a bad dream so far from mercy they can see no blessing.Let them have your pity so you can make room for forgiveness&healing&faith to color your paint by number dreams.Safe boundaries let in the trustworthy.Peacemakers walk slowly,confidently,humbly free.
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