Restless Sundays

Sunday's are one of those days, when my restless spirit tends to overwhelm me.  Sundays are supposed to be the day of rest, but I find it extremely hard to go 90 to nothing all week and then suddenly spend a day with no agenda or goal.  I find on Sunday's, more than ever, I want to conquer the world.  I want to make a difference.   I want to make a impression with this life I lead.  So am I really restless, or just convicted!?!

Quiet Mornings

I love quiet mornings.
Why do we long for things we can't have?
No matter how early I start, they beat me every time!  Something tells me one day in the not too distant future, I will long for hectic mornings.
See just like a told you . . . we long for things we can't have!

Discipline . . .agh

Discipline is a word that haunts you your whole life.  As a child it means retributions for the wrong you have committed and justice for the one wronged.  But for as much fear as the word strikes in you as a child, I am finding that as an adult the fear is more.  As an adult discipline means consistency - getting up early, eating right, EXERCISE, etc.  And while none of those things are horrible on there own - there is something about having enough discipline to make them happen that is excruciating for me.  And I find myself wishing discipline meant now what it did back them. . . I could just take the beating and it would all be over with :)

Puddle Jumping

We take so many things for granted and wallow in so many small puddles.  That when we finally fall in the big puddle we are so muddy from the little puddles we sink straight to the bottom.  My theory that I am actively striving to prove true is - jump over the little puddles and be nice and clean when you hit the big one.  That way I have a better chance of falling in, getting a little dirty, and climbing out on the other side.

You see I have already tried and proved the first theory true.  It has taken years to clean all the mud off. . .

The Dream

I wonder why we were given this adventurous spirit?

I wonder why we constantly aspire to reach a dream, that is just that a dream?

Why have the dream at all?

For without the dream, would we not be content?

Without the dream would we not have peace?

Yet the dream is there always pushing, always gnawing, always reminding . . .

A little closer to the light ?

Sometimes I think I may see the end of the tunnel, but the darkness has been here so long now, I question my knowledge of what is light.

Darkness is a lonely place, because even if you are surrounded by others you have no idea.

Tunnels are scary because there is only one way in and one way out. Your only options are to turn around and go through the terror you just experienced to get this far, or travel on ahead not knowing if it's gonna get worse or better.

I know, I know light chases away darkness and darkness can't dwell where light is . . . but sometimes the light chooses not the enter the darkness, sometimes the light knows that we can learn a whole lot more in the darkness, and yet still more times I have the light with me, I just get so scared I forget to turn it on. . .

When you can't say something nice. . .

I learned early in my blogging days.

Don't blog when you may write something you can't get out of cyberspace.

Don't blog when you may write something your great grandkids will read (while googling your name one day) and make them question your character.

This means that blogging has seasons. Because sometimes life is just too much to put in text on screen. Sometimes you don't need to allow all of humanity see your weakness, hurts, and pains. Sometimes you just need to let God do a work in your heart, that allows you see life with a new outlook. Then maybe you are ready to blog about your life.

With that said. . . God and I are still working on stuff, so blogging is just a future hope.