Fleeting time and disaster after disaster, stoic beings we've all become. Me too. Whats the sense in worrying, I remind myself. The world was always wicked, we were just sheltered right?wrong. Wickedness has clearly reached its all time high and I'm not afraid to say, its saddening. I do NOT like it one bit.
Sometimes i think and i think and I find so many things that sadden me and then I run to a happy place, I close my eyes and imagine i'm sitting with God in a silent embrace and as more things burden me the more i want to retreat to that place with Him.
An eternal mental frown, my spiritual limbs sometimes are so sluggish with the weight of all that is, that my overdose of physical chirpiness is just plain annoying to me. I wish there was a balance of spirit and body and I'm sure there is. If only I could find it soon. I think I could genuinely feel the happiness that was meant for me,then. no?
I wonder how many people I know closely feel that happiness. The only feelings I'm certain I feel are love and compassion. My favourite. The feeling of wanting to squish people and cuddle attack them! The feeling of looking in the wistful eye of a stranger and telling them "not all is lost" without saying it.
Walking around in a city like mine, we re so subconsciously barred from opening up to a stranger lest he be a rapist or a thief or misconstrue what you're saying. I know a lot of us have spirits of compassion stifled under the fear of wickedness that surrounds us. Sometimes its pleasant to see this spirit overflow through someones eyes. Its like a spirit hug. Im a sucker for those! By far the best feeling ever.
A man, blind from one eye stood close to me today in the train and you know what, It threw me off guard that there was no filthy vibe from this man. I half wanted to hug the pain away but you know I dint of course. Thats where these spirit hugs come into play. The pain was pretty strong and my eyes welled up and I felt helpless. Not even my silent plea of blessings could settle it. Then he spoke. He asked me if the train was going to his destination and I said it wasnt. Words of encourage were bitten back and I seemingly indifferently told him where he could get off and catch the train he needed. My silent prayer will do him some good but where was my human prayer of gestures? Sometimes people need a display to make all that difference to a broken spirit.
On a happier note, I read about some sweet acts of kindness on facebook. yay.
Here's sending out a giant hug to everyone who needs it.
LURVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Sometimes i think and i think and I find so many things that sadden me and then I run to a happy place, I close my eyes and imagine i'm sitting with God in a silent embrace and as more things burden me the more i want to retreat to that place with Him.
An eternal mental frown, my spiritual limbs sometimes are so sluggish with the weight of all that is, that my overdose of physical chirpiness is just plain annoying to me. I wish there was a balance of spirit and body and I'm sure there is. If only I could find it soon. I think I could genuinely feel the happiness that was meant for me,then. no?
I wonder how many people I know closely feel that happiness. The only feelings I'm certain I feel are love and compassion. My favourite. The feeling of wanting to squish people and cuddle attack them! The feeling of looking in the wistful eye of a stranger and telling them "not all is lost" without saying it.
Walking around in a city like mine, we re so subconsciously barred from opening up to a stranger lest he be a rapist or a thief or misconstrue what you're saying. I know a lot of us have spirits of compassion stifled under the fear of wickedness that surrounds us. Sometimes its pleasant to see this spirit overflow through someones eyes. Its like a spirit hug. Im a sucker for those! By far the best feeling ever.
A man, blind from one eye stood close to me today in the train and you know what, It threw me off guard that there was no filthy vibe from this man. I half wanted to hug the pain away but you know I dint of course. Thats where these spirit hugs come into play. The pain was pretty strong and my eyes welled up and I felt helpless. Not even my silent plea of blessings could settle it. Then he spoke. He asked me if the train was going to his destination and I said it wasnt. Words of encourage were bitten back and I seemingly indifferently told him where he could get off and catch the train he needed. My silent prayer will do him some good but where was my human prayer of gestures? Sometimes people need a display to make all that difference to a broken spirit.
On a happier note, I read about some sweet acts of kindness on facebook. yay.
Here's sending out a giant hug to everyone who needs it.
LURVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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