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KeilCoppes
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At one point in my life and not so long ago, the world was such that I could conceivably meet someone and the world would go off into a dream. My parents met and were engaged within two weeks. My sister and brother-in-law found each other and were engaged within two months. I was once of a mind to be in that world. Once I was of that bent within six weeks and on my way.
And then the world changed. I don't know entirely why, but that is no longer my world. I don't know that I will ever be head over heels that way again. I've been there and I want more. I've been there and I want something that is real. I've been there and found that where I was was all an empty dream.
The smooth face, the figure, the catch of the breath, twinkle of the eye, the instant chemistry - what is it? It is a shell, it is an impression. And never again will it be the same for me - reality is never the way you thought or what you've been sold. And from far away, never will it be the possibility of building that true closeness that requires people being together. Even in person I wonder. Sovereign Lord, yes, but I wonder. After all the empty shells, leaving pain, I wonder. And while I will have happiness and strength in the future I will never look at things the same again.
I turn the corner, come from this 1 am in the morning writing to open the window, see the sunshine, feel the breeze.... and slowly step back and away from it all and let it all drain out into the wind. I think I will simply enjoy sitting and walking in life. I've tried retreating before, but at this time in life there is no longer the option of stepping away for five years hoping that the world will change. It's time to grow up again and again and again. Back to where I always find myself - step by step knowing nothing except that God does not change and that He is always true. Open the door, take a step, face life without expectations. Go to sleep tonight and find the day that God will bring when I wake. May the morning find the new hopes for that day.
Words into the wind, to let them be blown away. As the psalmist - joy comes in the morning. He who sows in tears will reap in joy, bringing his sheaves with him. May what small harvest comes of this life be for Him. Everything else blows in the wind.
And then the world changed. I don't know entirely why, but that is no longer my world. I don't know that I will ever be head over heels that way again. I've been there and I want more. I've been there and I want something that is real. I've been there and found that where I was was all an empty dream.
The smooth face, the figure, the catch of the breath, twinkle of the eye, the instant chemistry - what is it? It is a shell, it is an impression. And never again will it be the same for me - reality is never the way you thought or what you've been sold. And from far away, never will it be the possibility of building that true closeness that requires people being together. Even in person I wonder. Sovereign Lord, yes, but I wonder. After all the empty shells, leaving pain, I wonder. And while I will have happiness and strength in the future I will never look at things the same again.
I turn the corner, come from this 1 am in the morning writing to open the window, see the sunshine, feel the breeze.... and slowly step back and away from it all and let it all drain out into the wind. I think I will simply enjoy sitting and walking in life. I've tried retreating before, but at this time in life there is no longer the option of stepping away for five years hoping that the world will change. It's time to grow up again and again and again. Back to where I always find myself - step by step knowing nothing except that God does not change and that He is always true. Open the door, take a step, face life without expectations. Go to sleep tonight and find the day that God will bring when I wake. May the morning find the new hopes for that day.
Words into the wind, to let them be blown away. As the psalmist - joy comes in the morning. He who sows in tears will reap in joy, bringing his sheaves with him. May what small harvest comes of this life be for Him. Everything else blows in the wind.