Friday, August 27, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
I think of your love as a symphony, as music that seeps through my thoughts, my inhibitions, and finally, touches my soul. Can I feel that, please? Can I be lost in the songs you sing to me?
You show me your love through daily occurances...a spontaneous thought...a beautiful day...the history you've orchestrated...the people you place in my life...the song I'd forgotten, but heard all the same, at just the right moment. And at that right moment, you tell me what I need to hear.
Please, help me listen to what you say, because I know you speak to me in ways I love.
And I'll continue to love you back.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
"Lead me with strong hands, stand up when I can't..."
I want to be led.
I want to be emptied of everything I know now - my desires, my hopes, the things I picture for my future, my failures, over and over again, my imperfections, my obsessions, the things and people I love -
I want it all emptied, good and bad alike.
To be empty is to be clean.
To be empty is the potential; gaping, wide-open potential, to be filled.
Refilled with only the good and more: the beautiful, the humble, the simple, the joyous, the dependent.
When you're filled with good things, they create a solid surface. It's something you can lean back against, soak up, and enjoy.
Bad things fill up full of holes, so you always want more. They deceivingly make themselves appear grounded in truth, and when you try to put your weight tentatively on them, they fall through.
I want to be emptied. Cleaned out, refreshed, sanitized, and made full.
In fullness, there's freedom.