Now and again when memory serves I recall something. Yes, something. Sometimes something of importance, but quite often it's something of no great value. It's a shame really.
Plattitudes? Plain attitudes? Plane attitudes? Air rage?
Around, and around, and around. Why and when. That's it! That's all! Just why and when!
The light begins to shine, you see. It shines it shines and then it stops. No, perhaps that's just me reaching the end. I learn but I don't do anything with the knowledge. I change, but don't act any differently. I see the bar but don't duck.
(Two men walked into a bar... third one ducked)
When will I ever see enough to do, and think enough to know, and whine enough to cheese?
Ok, stop... let it slip past a little, now a little more... OK! Now let it go.
How and again. Wow and again.
I feel like a kid playing with a typewriter. *ding*
Micro, melodic, mnemonic, say again why we can't bring in to being the elements of whetever the heck someone decided it was we weren't bringing into being? Who has to know? Who knew in the first place? Jeepers, I was there the whole time and I still haven't figured it out. The options are there, available; ready for the taking or leaving. That's what makes them options. However, here we go again running down the wrong isle picking up pasta sauce instead of salsa. It's as if every last item in the vegetable isle has been planted. Don't be fooled my friends, planting vegetables can be a very serious crime.
If and when, now and then. I don't see what the big deal is to me. I just don't understand. Gold, Frankenstein and Brrrr.....
How together now, see a song, right it's down. Notice the next item on today's agenda is time. Solidly now, take that pen with your left hand, because that's not how you think it's done, and spell, very, very, Yes, Oh so clearly what you did with your morning. Bet you can't. Why not, the cat got your pen? Oh yeah, you say. It's a computer. You're not supposed to be able to write on the screen. Oh well, don't stop now.
Maybe I'm done being mad now.
What an opportunity I have now. It's so much fun quoting wisdom, and it just so happens I said it first. So, laugh, smile, enjoy the moment.... So often I wonder what to do, where I'm going, how on the face of this vast, rapidly growing less blue planet I'm supposed to get there. I focus on the arrival, on the promise, on this great inheritance the God of my father, and his father before him, and of Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, has promised to me. Oh boy, if I had the controls on that there pillar of cloud/fire, there'd be one mad stampeding rush into the waiting spears of the inhabitants of the promised land. (Did I ever tell you I'm glad I'm not God?) I focus on the inheritance, and then focus on not focusing on it cuz it's making my eyes blurry, and then have to focus on not focusing on not focusing on it cuz the other didn't work either. During one penned ramble in high school I wrote this, "Follow the Guide, not the destination." God didn't make a beeline for the promised land with the nation of Israel in tow. He made them learn to follow Him day by day and step by step. They knew exactly where they were going. He just had to show them how to get there. I could go on. The point being, again I must remind myself to follow step by step, moment by moment, breath by breath. (There's a thought... God, every breath I breathe, I want to breath in your direction! (I promise I'll brush!))
I made the mistake a while back of asking God for patience. You know what He told me? "Just wait."
posted by Lauren @ Wednesday, August 18, 2004
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