I going to have to peace out on the blogging for a while. Not that I don't love outwardly processing, typing as therapy, and sharing my thoughts for all you, but this is strictly Mal and her journal time. So just leaving with these lyrics. If any words could speak for me right now, it would be these.
"Sitting, and waiting, for You. Sitting here and waiting for Your voice. Are you speaking, or are you keeping silent? Have you spoken or have I missed your plan? I am broken, and I am empty again. I am hoping, and I am growing weak. You are my God and my Shepard, You said if I ask, then You speak. Come now and restore my sould passion, to be here and be Yours forever. I am here waiting for Your voice and Your heart. I am here waiting for You." -'Wait' Throneroom Worship
loveage.
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With everything in this world, there is nothing out of grasp, out of reach, that we, as humans can not feel. There is always something for us; maybe a buzz in the wind created by a bee, or a leaf of a tree falling right in front of your tqo feet in the middle of Fall, it could be the brush of someones onto yours while you're chatting to your best friend, walking down the street, you turn and no one is there, but you think and feel this natural chill in your soul.. These things, these tiny, little details of everyday life, are all created by God. Little acts of God, given to those who have patience and take the patience to realize everything around them and take it all in, making life, the day to day thing everybody seems to live, infinity times better. To the fullest.
So, sitting here reading these lyrics to this song, I wonder, what could it be, that she is thinking? Feeling? Afterall, you and I seem to be total strangers, only in the eye of ourselves, but in the eye of God, we are both creations, ment to communicate. So I am talking to you, or typing to you, rather, at 3:16 AM, in the morning. Its funny, isn't it?..the time of life, how everyone sees life only in the day, mostly, and forget about the night, and when they do stay up so long, they make a big deal out of being "up so late" and how its weird. We are all ment to live each day, and some people may say they do, but without thinking of the whole day. I was just alseep and woke up at the mere thought of, "I am alive and feel wonderful!" , remembering I had read this post of yours earlier tonight, I wanted to write something about it.
Ya know, not everybody writes a journal or a blog thing, and not everybody reads peoples and fully understands every little detail that the writer has written. And, maybe, only half of all writings that are written for everyone to see are only worth something to the writer, meaning nothing to anybody else. Your blogs jump pver the fence of difference and give to others who will read, giving meaning to them, coming from your heart, and thats what its all about. ... Its the journals that no one sees, writings from day to day that mean so much more to the person, as you and I, because I write too... I'm going to stop now. All it is, all it is, is the feeling, letting out each and every feeling at that moment and living another moment, and another, writing and writing..
Anyways... If you feeling that way, as in waiting for the heavens to speak. They already have, even though you dont know it. Just open your heart a little bit more and let in everything that feels so right. Put down all the thoughts for a second and lift your arms, letting go of those thoguhts, feeling the air around you, breathing in and out a sigh of relief, and taking everything built all around you and inside of you as a whole, setting you free from doubt, making you one within yourself, creating everminding bliss. Its only living as thee, which makes us who we are.
You must be thinking, "who is this person?" Just another dreamer with his heart crying out, flying to the beat of the life he so imagines, and seems to be living.
I respect you for the thoughts you have, even not knowing you makes me think of who you really are. Who do I write to? What does this person think when she reads my thoughts in return? How can two people in this planet be so closely in contact but only through writing do we know?
im lovin' the "loveage" ending. To me, it means, love that last forever.
:)
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