Thursday, June 08, 2006
It's crazy. One minute I'm fine and another I sit there feeling very very very insulted. Extrasensory premonition? Then suddenly I get angry. The whole point being that I wasn't provoked.
Hmmm, I drafted a super long post on trust but that didn't work out. Blog post turned into compost in one second. Grrr. But think about it, when we say, I trust you, how much do we really mean it. I mean, when things don't work out and everything starts to fall apart, how strong is that trust?
Then there's that issue of whether the trust is mutual or not, because with chaos on either side, success is nigh impossible. (To simply put it, if there is mistrust on either side, it won't work out)
Which is why I am amazed at the trust put in me by God. I fail, I fall, I crumbled, I shatter, yet each time He can take me back without disdain. I am this imperfect, self-inflicting creature because of sin, so unworthy. And I ask myself, how much can I extend this trust to my sheeps? Right there, there is this perfect example of a perfect shepherd. Perfect. It just makes me want to repent.
Psychedelic;
10:06 AM
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.