Sally’s Friend
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back when I cared about people
I wish that I were one of those people that I so admire and dislike.
Slow to anger, ready to find the good in others and indelibly less prone to suspicion than I or most. I am, it seems, constantly finding fault, especially when I am attempting with fierce and naive ambition to not find fault. Give me a good meal, time to digest, a good nights sleep and a smooth schedule (one without drastic breakneck changes) and I may just be amiable, but let life come crashing after me minute by minute and day after blasted day and I am not so nice, not so patient. This bothers me a great deal.
Em, just a randon share.
Did I tell you about the other day? Going to Nathan road on a rented bus and sitting in the air con with a team, crossing bridges onto the Island and being forced to pray with them and listen for the voice of God…
Anyway, about the trip. We were on the bus and Godwin says that it is time for (his teams) intercession for the outreach and that I can pray with Him and Rachel because I hear God’s voice (that is how he said it and i thought it was funny, so matter a fact about something that I often doubt). So I am reluctant and even a little disturbed because lazy me was just in it for the free ride into the city to get my Christmas shopping done and maybe a nap on the drive.
Mike was amazed. He said he had never done anything like that before.
So I remembered all that just as I shared here and then the thought came, “that was back when I cared about people”.
Unfortunately, it is true.
I am so busy now in the ministry that I have missed zillions of hearts. Countless individuals have been passed by because I was so eagerly on my way to minister. God forgive me.
When we were growing up the thought that it was wrong and stupid to disagree with anyone and at the same time wrong and stupid to believe everything anyone said was hammered into us. (Unfortunately I never learned to think) This is as it seemed to me then and still now through my clouded memory and extensive and excruciating examination of the person that I am today. It hurts me to sit in silence and listen to bad teaching (or what i think is bad) and it hurts me still to open my mouth or mind and hope to find my way to the heart of what is being said. Both pains are severe but the latter brings me back to my childhood and so its pain is much more sharp and destructive.
Love and prayers,
t
ugly
Truth on the outside lasts a fraction (if even that) of the time that the “real” me lasts- it is the only thing that is really fleeting about me (and you); the body.
Why does my fat gut bother me so?
fierce and opposing sides, one right and the other wrong butthey share the same body.
I also keep thinking that enen if I do grow very thin and “feel”better about myself I am still very “fat and ugly” on the inside
and of no use in this area for anybody else.
What will I do?
t
constantly
I have lost the ability to discern time
when I thought that it was evening it was early afternoon
the evenings seem to be still
timeless
motionless
early
lasting
late but not yet late
and then shockingly suddenly very late
I am working more in these past days than in a long time
constantly thinking about food
constantly reevaluating the tastes and appetites of the 50 some people here
continualy making shopping lists
constantly thinking
constantly
-t
peace and grease
talked to a friend last night-
found that i was hurting more than i thought that i was-
cried on his shoulder- so to speak
but he might not have heard me.
getting all freaky about my size and skin and hair-
rejection will do that to you
my daily reading was something like-
more suffering will come- no sence looking out for respite-
but in the end you’ll have learned so much-
so come close and be here beneath this holy shadow-
sounds a bit sadistic but in my heart i know that it ise’nt
looking forward to a house full of family
simply because if need be I have a hiding place
complete with dim room and tiny coffee pot
no cumfy place to sit though
but, better than a freezing closet where I can not escape the sounds.
taking pictures today,
waiting now for the battery to charge.
gonna be what i long to be-
creative and alone.
peace and grease
(raymond always said that, lol)
me
t
ps
all the peeps come this week. then we get busy for a three-ish weeks
good stuff as long as we all mean it
and they mean it too
God, please let us all really mean it.






