Falling In White Water.

I decided this about six months ago.  And I just decided I think it's still true.


Falling in love is like white water rafting.
You scout the run.
Weigh the options. Calculate the consequences if your 'scales' are a bit off.
You can scout a run for hours.  Check things out from every angle, but until you actually get in the river and make the run you won't know what you are getting yourself into.

Falling in love is like white water rafting.
The bigger the hits, the more scared you are.
The bigger the hits, the more fun you have.
When you fall out of your raft, it's hekka crazy.
You have no idea where you are.  You're getting water in your nose and it's real loud.  And there's a good chance you're going to jack your knee on a rock.  Real hard.
Hopefully you find a tow-line and haul yourself back into the boat.  At which point your exhausted, full of river water, and have some wicked bruises.
Maybe this 'swimming' thing wasn't the best idea.
Maybe you should have spent more time weighing.
You can scout a run for hours.  Check things out from every angle, but until you actually get in the river and make the run you won't know what you are getting yourself into.

But the craziest part is that, when your gashes stop bleeding, you regain your bearings, and dry out a little bit, you just want to do it again.  Because all you remember is the rush.
The bigger the hits, the more scared you are.
The bigger the hits, the more fun you have.
You're always a little scared going into it, and that's why you do it.

Falling in love is like white water rafting.
The similarity is a little bit awesome.
But mostly really crappy.
At least you've got some cool scars to show for it, eh?

Oddly Shaped.

Life is sometimes hard to manage.
A large package of unusual difficulty.
Oddly shaped, rather heavy and precariously fragile.
I wrap my arms around it, determined to pick it up.  To carry it well.
And then my arms get tired.
So I have to re-adjust.
A simple shift really.
Except for the aforementioned fact that this parcel doesn’t come with nice handles.  It’s awkward.  And tipsy. Giving my muscles a rest is going to take some figuring.
So I do some figuring.
And thinking.
Really hard thinking.
I shift my arms.  Rest it momentarily on my knees.
Ah, me.  This is difficult.
I ask for assistance.
I look to others also bearing these cumbersome packages.
They must have a suggestion. An idea.
'Over the left shoulder.' 
'Under the left arm.' 
'On my hip.' 
'Twist your wrist and jam your elbow in, just there.'
Soon I'm twisted up like a pretzel, and even more sore than when I began. 
Life is sometimes hard to manage.
A large package of unusual difficulty.

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Maybe I just need a parcel that is shaped a little more like a yoke...

Unbelievable.

I know it's just another video.
But.

my GRACE.
my grace is sufficient.
thank you. thank you. thank you.

Check It.

This is sweet.  Check it.

Just Read It Again, Okay?

I'm re-posting something.
From my own blog.
That I posted about a month ago.
Why?
Because I think we needed to read it again.

A man does not live by his feelings any more than by bread.

And when he can no longer feel the truth, he shall not therefore die.  He lives because God is true; and he is able to know what he lives because he knows, having once understood the word that God is truth.  He believes in the God of former vision, lives by that word therefore, when all is dark and there is no vision.


-George McDonald

I Sing.

I sing because I'm happy.

I sing because I'm free.

For His eye is on the sparrow.

And I know He watches me.

Listen.

sparrow cred = matt sewell.

Peace and Joy.

Peace you seem a fickle friend.

Joy a winsome tease.

Just as I seem to know you,

It feels as though you leave.

Fear, sorrow, and grief,

They come, and take your place.

These guests they are unwelcome,

Sadly familiar in this space.

O, how did I loose you yet again?

I thought we had a deal.

A deal that you would stay and grow,

So sure our bond was real.

How I enjoy your company,

Your presence, it is missed.

Life is ne’re the sweeter here,

Whilst peace and joy, you kiss.

Yet suddenly the truth is known,

Now ‘tis plain to see.

You are not the friend who leaves,

Nay, that fickle friend is me.

The one who turns and leaves is I,

It is me who runs away.

It happens in a simple instant,

When I choose not to stay.

To turn my eyes but for a moment,

To something less than Light.

For fear, sorrow, and grief,

Can seem warm in the cold, dark night.

Peace you are a constant companion.

Joy a faithful friend.

You wait patiently on and on,

‘Till I chose you once again.