I always have something to say
It depends on whether i am willing to say it.
I have the uncanny ability to maintain silence for long periods
This is because i grew up quiet, like really, really quiet
All those melancholic kids that were extremely quiet and geniuses
I don’t seem much of a genius anymore, at least there is nothing on
the externals to show that i am one
But you see, deep inside me, i am still convinced that God doesn’t make rubbish
God makes good stuff, masterpieces, great and mighty things, wonderful stuff
I am of God and made by God so i am a masterpiece; in the making
But in the eyes of God, i am already finished, complete.
“In the eyes of God, my inadequacies don’t matter…”
Strange word, now all i need to do is believe and take those steps.
Worship: Strange but awesome
Wish i was as spontaneous as when i was a teen; growing up is the pits!
Guess i can take solace in the God who can take you from the pits to the throne.
Confession for this month:
I walk in love anyway, anyhow
I function in Phronesis and Epignosis…
Sorry, no pics, need a nokia phone or my digital camera is calling me!