Monday, January 23, 2012
~ Rambling...on...and on...~
I think the stars twinkle of their own accord.
I think the clouds move when they get bored.
I think the trees sway to the music of the breeze,
As it silently runs through their leaves.
Contemplating on my back porch is nice. Silently whispering the gospel to myself. -oh boy here we go- life. love. friends. secrets. hope. help. passions. issues. We all got 'em. This game we play is never ending. I wish I could make it stop. But somehow I end up in the middle. The middle is sad, but someone brought something good about it to my attention: 'All your friends trust you.' That's encouraging. I'm rambling now, not making any sense. But that's alright. Sometimes life doesn't have to make sense. I know I don't half the time anyway, so you're probably used to it by now. All I know for sure is that my Savior loves me and has laid a path before my feet. I have to walk it. I have to live it. I want to hide it in my heart. This road isn't a paved pathway through open land, however. Under the forest of His grace, it's a barely-traveled trail and it's hard to see. Over-growing with blessings and grace, but also trials and hard times. Some would rather walk the cobble-stoned street lined with false promises and broken hearts. It boasts great archways and ornate gates to the houses of the people who build their houses on the sand. The path-less-traveled is the one we are called to walk, and although the things of another world seem more appealing sometimes, those of us who build our houses on the Rock will not be washed out by storms. We won't be blown over by the trials we go through. We'll stand. Strong. Free. But wise, also. Wise in the way that we might not be mentally torn apart. Am I making sense? no. haha whatever. :) I make sense to myself. My examples probly aren't the best, and I'm sure my spelling is awful. hahaha you guys don't mind. I can be talking for hours and only make sense to myself. I feel bad for you though, because you are probably reading this and aren't getting anything out of it, whereas, I've been thinking on this all day. ;) :)
~Kendall
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I wish you'd "not make sense" more often, dear. It's beautiful. *hug*
ReplyDeleteLove,
~Melanie