T.O.F.U...eat your heart out.
Why is it that every time I seek to live a life of true worship I find I’m truly living a life of treason? Selfishness. Does my selfishness leave room for my god? Or does my god make room for my selfishness…? I desire to do what is right and just in the eyes of a holy god, but find I am only caught up in things that are tolerable and acceptable to a broken world. If I am seated in heavenly places with the almighty, then why do my feet get so easily ensnared in the muck and clay of the worlds trappings? Is the seat so slanted? Do I fall from such a great height? Or is the chasm between what is truly whole, and what is truly full of wholes, really much smaller then once thought to be? It’s the never ending now but not yet, the too early, too late, too dark and yet so full of light and beauty. I’ve been forever healed and yet I’m broken. A whispered truth so loudly spoke. My god is holy and that’s a good thing because amongst my folly I have reason yet to sing.