Ten weeks to love...

There are ten weeks until Christmas.

So I want to spend these ten weeks focusing on these things.

This week, listening without interrupting...

¹³ He who answers before listening—
that is his folly and his shame.

Every week I'll try to add more to my focus, and with the help of the source of all love, maybe I will be able to more fully love those around me.

Too many depressing posts, so here's this

God is amazing.

I could sit and tell you the things that have happened in my life, the prayers for time, for relationships, for the health of my friends, for strength to maintain joy, all answered.

But really, that is not why.

Even if I didn't see the glory in my own life, it would still be :)

Arnold Friend driving a golf cart

Last night I dreamed

I ran away from everything

but a man was chasing me with a knife

his wide legs tearing through tall grass,

and I knew I couldn't escape.

So I gave in.

I kissed his wrinkled lips

while we stood by a glass window,

and wrenched the knife from his hands.

I wonder where I am going.

You Can Tell Everybody This is Your Song.

If my lips carried the weight of the hearts they have injured,

my jaw would hang open in amazement all day.

People would stare down the gaping hole of my throat

and see the confusion beneath my esophagus.

I wonder, "What does it mean to be your girlfriend?"

I promise I will be true until I am bored or something goes wrong with you.

(Yet there is a spark of hope in my veins, the same color as your eyes)

Procrastination.

If my life were a novel, I would stand looking at the table of contents,

planning the course so that I never reach

The End.