Proverbs 2

"My child, listen to what I say,
and treasure my commands.
Tune your ears to wisdom,
and concentrate on understanding.
Cry out for insight,
and ask for understanding.
Search for them as you would for silver;
seek them like hidden treasures.
Then you will understand what it means to fear the Lord,
and you will gain knowledge of God."
-Proverbs 2:1-5

What can I...should I...hope to say?
I am so tired that I think I just need to lay here.
Speak to me please, pull me up and out of this comfort of self.
I would like to love you, love others...please help me because I do not know how I could ever do this on my own.

It is silly how much I talk about me, with my requests, my thoughts...what I want, what I need...I...I...I...
Is that all I care about?

The Mammon Machine just pumping out more magic, just a few more sold souls in order to rule the world.

At any point you could have tossed me to the streets but you didn't...you could have left me when I started complaining.
You are so faithful, so beautiful, so wonderful to a broken wretch such as I.
Why would you seek for me to love you?
Desire my love out of all those in this chaotic world?

Thank you Love, thank you.
My God, my Lord, my Shepard, my Teacher, my Messiah, my Savior...my Redeemer.

Daddy, thank you.
Thank you for being infinite, boundless, full of grace, loving...but when the time is right you are Judge, powerful...this tumulus storm of love that you refuse to let us remain where we are...and you will do right.

Just...thank you.

Quote of the Day:

"You can either practice being right or practice being kind."
—Anne Lamott

"October/New Years Day" - U2

October
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear
What do I care

October
And kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
But You go on
And on

The thing that is absurdly hilarious and sad at the same time is that I am the only one to notice the flowing mass of irony surrounding it all.

Oh well.

Nero played while Rome burned.
Maybe I can just take a nap instead.