vow of silence, sort of...

I am a different believer than I used to be…

I feel as though I’ve changed over these last few years.

I no longer have signs visibly giving attention to my faith.

No Christian t-shirt, no bumper sticker promising to ride with Him, no bible study or Sunday school attendance to account for.

I am more and yet, less at the same time. I am more aware that I don’t look the part. I am less visible.

I am not sure if that is enough for my brothers and sisters, as I know that we don’t live in an age of drawing convictions in the sand. We need people to tattoo Jesus on their skin. We need signs.

For now, I am okay with not being enough, because I know that someday I will be more balanced, more visible, less hidden. Until then…hopefully my life speaks louder than my words.

self-reflection

I hit a wall these last two weeks. Even though I have tried to stay positive and inspired, nothing has helped to get me out of whatever "funk" I was in.

Also, today I was unbelievably honest with a friend...a friend that I hardly know. I told him how I am in friendship. I am the perfect person if you have an emergency. However, I am not the best friend to have if you need someone day-to-day. This is something that I have come to realize over the last year or so.

I am not exactly sure how to "work" on it, other than being there in the "day-to-day" with a person. And, until then, I plan on just giving a disclaimer:

"friend during the hard times only"

things I just don't understand...

here are just a few questions on my mind lately...

can someone please explain this bailout thing to me in "layman's" terms?

can someone please explain to me why people still walk their dogs and run on the road, when there is a perfectly good sidewalk to walk and run on?

...here lately there seems to be a million things that I just don't understand.

I just want a million and one saturdays to happen together all in one-right now...

I just want to escape.

relapse

this week I had a relapse...of sorts.

I have been so angry this past week. I have fallen off the happy wagon. I have remembered the pain and the hurt all over again...complete with memories attached.

I thought that I was fine with moving on...with acclimating to my new life...

And then, I have a small encounter with a person that has manipulated me, hurt me, and lied to me...

Floods of emotions come like torrents, and I once again guard myself, ready for the weight and the pressure.

I guess I wasn't quite over it all...