I said yes.
"Some, they say, have even sat in the company of angels who come to this place, dressed as strangers, bringing with them a light to the world that the darkness will never overcome."
- G.P. Taylor "Shadowmancer"
I like reading. I like books. I like listening to books. It's what I do all day while I'm working. I've perfected the art of paying attention to a book while working a tax return that includes corporate and individual income from 6 different corporations and includes taxes paid to 15 other states...I'd say that's an accomplishment. For some unknown reason, I can't stand music any more. I've become sensitive to all sound, but music in general drives me up the wall. It doesn't matter what kind, all of it just grates on my nerves. I had to leave the restaurant we went to tonight because people were talking all around, and there was music and noise, and it was just everywhere. Everywhere.
(If you're not a fan of my weaker moments...I advise you stop reading at this point.) My Dad asked how you were today...asked if I talked to you lately to find out how your "big week" went. I couldn't take it, I nearly bawled right there. He doesn't know. He won't know. I can't bear to say it to another person because now it's become so real. It's a constant gnawing at my very core, and it never stops. Not even for a second.
How can everyone be so removed, do detached from the world around them. How can you not fall in love with God's creation the minute you walk outside? How can you not give every bit of your heart to every one that enters your life? How can you not care? How can people be so selfish? I've had foolish moments in the past week where I wished that I didn't feel, wished that I couldn't feel, and didn't care. Pain will do that to you. But then I shook those feelings away and remembered that it's the fact that I CAN'T stop feeling that makes me alive. You can not love if you are not willing to sacrifice. Jesus understood that. That doesn't mean that he didn't pray all night, until he sweated blood, that if there was another way, God would reveal it to him. Jesus wasn't ready to leave this world, He wasn't ready to give up the people He loved, He wasn't happy to give up His life, and he didn't do so with a smile on His face. He gave up His life because God asked Him to, and because He loved the world. Those nails in his hands and feet didn't tickle, he wasn't singing songs on that cross, and he didn't say thank you...He said, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" He hurt, physically and emotionally, He asked God to show Him another way, and he FELT everything that happened to Him...but He did it. He did it because He loved. He loved. He needed no other reason than love.
There is no other reason.
- G.P. Taylor "Shadowmancer"
I like reading. I like books. I like listening to books. It's what I do all day while I'm working. I've perfected the art of paying attention to a book while working a tax return that includes corporate and individual income from 6 different corporations and includes taxes paid to 15 other states...I'd say that's an accomplishment. For some unknown reason, I can't stand music any more. I've become sensitive to all sound, but music in general drives me up the wall. It doesn't matter what kind, all of it just grates on my nerves. I had to leave the restaurant we went to tonight because people were talking all around, and there was music and noise, and it was just everywhere. Everywhere.
(If you're not a fan of my weaker moments...I advise you stop reading at this point.) My Dad asked how you were today...asked if I talked to you lately to find out how your "big week" went. I couldn't take it, I nearly bawled right there. He doesn't know. He won't know. I can't bear to say it to another person because now it's become so real. It's a constant gnawing at my very core, and it never stops. Not even for a second.
How can everyone be so removed, do detached from the world around them. How can you not fall in love with God's creation the minute you walk outside? How can you not give every bit of your heart to every one that enters your life? How can you not care? How can people be so selfish? I've had foolish moments in the past week where I wished that I didn't feel, wished that I couldn't feel, and didn't care. Pain will do that to you. But then I shook those feelings away and remembered that it's the fact that I CAN'T stop feeling that makes me alive. You can not love if you are not willing to sacrifice. Jesus understood that. That doesn't mean that he didn't pray all night, until he sweated blood, that if there was another way, God would reveal it to him. Jesus wasn't ready to leave this world, He wasn't ready to give up the people He loved, He wasn't happy to give up His life, and he didn't do so with a smile on His face. He gave up His life because God asked Him to, and because He loved the world. Those nails in his hands and feet didn't tickle, he wasn't singing songs on that cross, and he didn't say thank you...He said, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" He hurt, physically and emotionally, He asked God to show Him another way, and he FELT everything that happened to Him...but He did it. He did it because He loved. He loved. He needed no other reason than love.
There is no other reason.