Why is it that time is the only thing that can heal all wounds?
Why isn't there a pill...or a magic potion...or even a universal "phrase" or saying that would work to make things better instantly?
Shane thinks it's because if we had an instant fix, we wouldn't learn from our mistakes or hurts and we would be doomed to repeat them. I think that makes perfect sense...except for the fact that I end up repeating them anyway.
How many times are we faced with the same temptation again and again...and how many times do we fall for it?
I know that I shouldn't have that last cookie...but if I get up extra early tomorrow and run...
I know my budget is really tight this month...but it IS on sale...
I know he said he would be there for me...and when I have this surgery I'm sure he will stand behind his word...in fact, that's one of the things he prides himself on...doing what he says he will do.
But I sat alone all night in a hospital...waiting for a visit...hoping for a phone call...that never came.
At the moment, I'm recovering from a number of wounds...some much deeper than others.
Time will take care of the physical ones.
With the help of my God and my friends...I'm going to take care of the rest.
Wednesday
Tuesday
...past tense revisited
I saw love once. I saw it clear.
It had no leash. It had no fear.
It gave itself without a thought.
No reservation had it brought.
It seemed so free to demonstrate.
It seems obsessed to orchestrate,
A symphony designed to feed;
Composed to lift the one in need.
Concern for others was its goal.
No matter what would be the toll.
It's strange just how much care it stores;
to recognize it's neighbor's sores..
And doesn't rest until the day;
it's helped to take the sores away.
It's joy retains and does not run.
Until the blessing's job is done.
I knew love once. 'Twas not pretend.
It was my coach. It was my friend.
Swen Nader
It had no leash. It had no fear.
It gave itself without a thought.
No reservation had it brought.
It seemed so free to demonstrate.
It seems obsessed to orchestrate,
A symphony designed to feed;
Composed to lift the one in need.
Concern for others was its goal.
No matter what would be the toll.
It's strange just how much care it stores;
to recognize it's neighbor's sores..
And doesn't rest until the day;
it's helped to take the sores away.
It's joy retains and does not run.
Until the blessing's job is done.
I knew love once. 'Twas not pretend.
It was my coach. It was my friend.
Swen Nader
Sunday
in the land of the blind...
So I had this eye surgery last week and the stitches come out on Wednesday...lets just say I CAN"T WAIT!!! My left eye is about 30% sewn shut and it's driving me crazy.
It doesn't hurt...it's just annoying.
The good news is that, once the stitches come out, all should be well. The bad news is that, just because my eye is fixed, it doesn't mean that everything else is.
But I'm working on it.
They say that in the land of the blind...the one eyed man is king. They also say that "It's good to be king."
I guess whoever said that lost sight of the beauty of the kingdom over which he ruled... or maybe he just thought he ruled over a kingdom...when in reality, no kingdom existed.
I'm thankful to have my eyesight and to know that time will heal all wounds.
Just keep reminding me of that as I take the patch from my eye...and move it to my heart.
It doesn't hurt...it's just annoying.
The good news is that, once the stitches come out, all should be well. The bad news is that, just because my eye is fixed, it doesn't mean that everything else is.
But I'm working on it.
They say that in the land of the blind...the one eyed man is king. They also say that "It's good to be king."
I guess whoever said that lost sight of the beauty of the kingdom over which he ruled... or maybe he just thought he ruled over a kingdom...when in reality, no kingdom existed.
I'm thankful to have my eyesight and to know that time will heal all wounds.
Just keep reminding me of that as I take the patch from my eye...and move it to my heart.
Thursday
Day 1...
Have you been walking on a surface that's uncertain?
I have...egg-shells.
Have you helped yourself to everything that's empty?
It's easy to convince ourselves that things will get better.
You can't live this way too long.
It's not living at all...just existing.
There's more than this, more than this.
And I've been wasting it by giving myself away.
Have you been standing on your own feet too long?
Standing doesn't happen when I'm on my feet...It comes when I'm on my knees.
Have you been looking for a place where you belong?
I've looked too hard and didn't see that it was right in front of me.
Have you been holding on to what this world has offered?
It's amazing to realize how much I am willing to pay for what I don't really need.
Have you been giving in to all these masquerades?
Facing the truth is never easy...and rarely is it pretty.
It will be gone, forever gone.It will be gone, it will be gone.
Are you carrying the weight too much?
Why can't I learn to just put it down and walk away? Pride? Stubbornness? Or is carrying the weight where I find my worth?
Are you running from the call?
As long as I run, I don't have to face the truth...and that means I don't have to face the fact that I might have been wrong.
I have...egg-shells.
Have you helped yourself to everything that's empty?
It's easy to convince ourselves that things will get better.
You can't live this way too long.
It's not living at all...just existing.
There's more than this, more than this.
And I've been wasting it by giving myself away.
Have you been standing on your own feet too long?
Standing doesn't happen when I'm on my feet...It comes when I'm on my knees.
Have you been looking for a place where you belong?
I've looked too hard and didn't see that it was right in front of me.
You can rest, you will find rest.
You can rest, you will find rest.
Have you been holding on to what this world has offered?
It's amazing to realize how much I am willing to pay for what I don't really need.
Have you been giving in to all these masquerades?
Facing the truth is never easy...and rarely is it pretty.
It will be gone, forever gone.It will be gone, it will be gone.
Are you carrying the weight too much?
Why can't I learn to just put it down and walk away? Pride? Stubbornness? Or is carrying the weight where I find my worth?
Are you running from the call?
As long as I run, I don't have to face the truth...and that means I don't have to face the fact that I might have been wrong.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offered be your saving grace.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.
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