its never exactly what it should be

People can quickly become rude when they assume that the people they are speaking to can read between the lines of conversation. The problem is that only the speaker knows what emotions and information has brought them to that conversation.

I recently asked a person in our neighborhood if he knew whose truck was parked in the traffic path. He immediately turned like a mad person on me and chided me for inturrupting his day. It wasn't that I asked something of him physically, but he was having a hard time from others and he angrily took it out on me.

There are many days like this with people that I come into contact with. I am also not alone. Perhaps we should consider this and think about what we are going to say before someone else is a victim of verbal abuse from us.

Its a struggle

I view life like the seasons and with each season, there's good and bad that happens. Today, I'm longing for spring. Not the season for the physical but the spiritual. I'm longing for the time where there's water for my soul after a long cold dry spell; where I can hear the songs of life around me and the sun's warmth is welcomed to my heart. I long to feel the breeze on my mind to blow away the dust & refresh my thoughts. I yearn for the touch of color that springtime in my soul brings and the smile it puts on my face. I know with these struggles of change it will undoubtedly be uncomfortable, but I will continue forward because I know what happens when the struggle is over.

It is wonderful when you have no cares to cast off and your heart sings within you. It is wonderful that no tears are shed out of sorrow and laughter is what rocks you throughout the day; always in peace. It's magnificent to have the times of peace after a long fought battle and when the pruning of your life, weeding of your soul and stretching of your mind is over, rest is bliss. Those are the days I am longing for, but I know I'm still getting pruned. At least, right now I am. I feel the stretching and it's painful. I feel the cutting of the pruning shears and it hurts. I feel the cold wind in my soul and there is no sunshine right now. I know that the sunshine is coming, but it's not here yet...

There is something in my focus right now. It is lush, and beautiful. It's timbers are so beautiful and it's invitation is to my family. It's corridors are brilliant like fashioned beryl and it's windows a sheer delight to look upon. Its threshold waits for our footsteps on it and my heart aches to be within it's walls. I imagine what I will do within it and with it; taking great care of this gemstone and the joy that we'll have there. Its fragrance is peace; it's service to us a trust and only God's will can provide it regardless of the 'decision makers' and their trusty pens.

I'll wait not on the ones who wield their pen but on Him who has fashioned me and my family and has promised me that He is the final authority of my life. I'll wait knowing that when my gift is received, it will have the heavenly snow from God's storehouse on it that eternally gives peace to those who receive. This gift will rot but it's permanent gift will be more glorious than anything I've ever laid my heart to receive in all my life. "Just a touch now my Lord and King; just a touch now. But in the end, I'll have all that You've assured me to have and not because of anything I've done; but all You have done for me by Your love."

I'll wait -