"Between the river and the ravens I'm fed, sweet deliverer you lift up my head, lead me in your way."

Monday, September 20, 2010

Tick Tock, you're Not a Clock. You're a Time Bomb.

It's natural to feel sad.
You know that look that people give you when they know something really bad has happened to you?  People look at you like you this ticking time bomb, about to explode into tears and emotions and get it all over their new jeans.  But really, it's just the opposite.  You feel as though you are about to quietly disappear, as if the slightest wind could knock you over and that would be the end of it.  Like you are the last leaf left on a tree during fall, and the only thing holding you together is the promise of spring. The great thing about emotional turmoil is that you get excellent material for writing out of it (see above sentence, pretty good right?) I may just crank out a top 40 hit as well. Besides, the longer I live, the more I realize God knows exactly what he is doing. Ergo, no fear.

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