I think that God is so amazing and humorous at the same time. Not humor ha ha ha, but humor that is hilarious. Like,
I feel swearing would bring this out best rolling on the floor coughing your lungs out hilarious!
I’m up on a work night because I just got a revelation of something that was being birthed four months ago. It was one of those seasons where life gives you so many lemons, they pin you to the ground and you can’t seem to make lemonade. The smell of lemon instead chokes you and one of the lemons comes alive and taunts you and another squashes it’s juice into your eyes just to drive the point home. I’m sure you get the point.
Anyway back to four months ago, I had the aforementioned lemon episode and tonight I realized I was being prepared for this time. I was being made so uncomfortable that I had no choice but to break out of my comfort shell. God was trying to get me to really believe in my dreams. Again! I had shoved them down a drain and created a flimsy blueprint of what I thought would be the best for me. Such limited thinking!
8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts
So I realize I am one of those crazy people who dare to believe that the dreams they have always had can come to pass. To believe that things like terrorism can end, as well as poverty and racism and hatred. That every human being can be treated with dignity and respect that they are entitled to just by virtue of being human and not what they do or have. I am those people who dare to believe that the pain and oddity we are so used to can actually turn into joy and normalcy.
I am the greater fool who is going out on a limb to invest in something I’m convinced will pay off even though I don’t see evidence of it. And what a fool I must be because I am like a short blind man trying to jump over a moat and get into the castle…
- Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
- Old time is still a-flying;
- And this same flower that smiles today
- Tomorrow will be dying.
- (To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick)