Hidden time. Olam. And. Before and After.

“Taking the blinders off.”

Our boastful and over-confident selves often scoff at this notion. After all, we know better, right? Seeing beyond the narrow perspective and extensions of our own limitations leaves us thirsty for more……

Of the same?

Of the different?

We seek inspiration in the darndest of places sugar coating the message to not test ourselves but to test the resolve others may be having in themselves, or us, or who knows?

1+1=2. Yes.

1+ 1/2 + 1/2 = 2. Yes. Also.

1/2+ 1/2+ 1/2+ 1/2= 2. Yes. That too.

There are many, many ways to “get there.” Yes. True.

We may use him or we may use Him.

The secret is not only held close to our cores, but ever closer to our souls. Most of all in our heart of hearts.

Why? Because time is often hidden from sight. There are days and times that age us in a moment, and there are days and times that engage in a slow burn over time.

Pick your poison.

Chaos is chaos.

Calm is calm.

Louder music may drown out the noise. Sadly, though, sadness may still remain present in the tears and overwhelming quiet of burying it, down. Way. Down.

Way.

Way.

Way.

Down.

Those of us who are over-confident wonder, “Why the explosion.” On the other hand, the exploders wonder again why they were not paid proper attention to.

And the game continues.

Until someone, anyone says.

Stop.

To be fair, it has been said that a square peg cannot fit into a round hole. Until, of course someone, declares “stuff it.”

☺️

Singular focus has its fans, as does attention that knows no boundaries.

Sadly, the built-in and years long excuses fill in the blanks of who is nuts and who is coherent.

There are many. Many of these. Written in the self-help“books” of our lives. The what-to-expect-when-you-are-expecting- what you want and instead get what you

Need.

From a body that keeps the score of a life built on torturous happenings to the fact you are not as great as you think you are.

Which none of us are. So we begin the “great sell.” Some take the bait.

Some do not.

To be fair, civil society takes it upon itself to be, well fair.

In a quest to attain His greatness some houses of worship accept in and of those who pay to park just as easily as those who seek space to eat at the local Walmart. Once the ticket is engaged who cares, right. After all crowds are a numbers game.

The trick?

Who is liked more.

Sad. And. True. All at the same time.

I do not know what I am afraid of more anymore. The parking police or the police, police.

We must pray for all civil servants to serve the peons and upper-crust at the same, right?

Right. Except the hidden nature of societal reality speaks differently and quietly for some.

A regular person does not have to be an official public servant and isn’t required to “don” a uniform in order to wish the best upon its fellow man or woman.

Right? Yes. No. Who knows.

God Only Knows.

He. After all. Was stripped of His life and clothes and skin. For us.

Hint: It pays to pay attention to what you are paying attention to.☺️

Enjoy the journey and keep your wits as close to the vest as you humanly can. It is a dog eat dog world out there. The day you realize your own mortality cuts the crap in a lot of prosperous ways. In His eyes—because in reality His blinders died for us when He was nailed to the cross.Naked. Bleeding. Needing—For us.

The rest of us who pay close attention reap the benefits of His bravery and courage for us. The rest of us? Well, we sing a good song, strum a mean guitar, dance a bit, raise a mighty hand in the air. In our quest to keep Him noticing our intentions. And this is all good.

Again. Enjoy the journey. The day you realize your own mortality is the day real-ness sets in and the babbling brook washes away the facade. It pays to pay attention.

How do you want to finish? The heart is deceitful above all things. Who can know it? (Jeremiah 17:9)

Hey. I don’t make the rules, especially because as I know and I follow the fact He has the final say on my final day of judgement. No one else. But He.

Bring it on.

Or.

Do not bring it on.

I remember a thing or two about the prison of self and the freedom to be.

Me.

The way I am.

The day that changes a person forever?

The day you reach out from the pit and someone takes you seriously. Takes you at your word.

Everything changes. The memories set the course forward of a life well lived and a desperation slowly forgotten.

And it feels good.

Real good.

Functionality is restored in the limbs and corners of the mind like never before.

And it feels good.

The same old persons take on less meaning of “how.” Instead. Become the one who points another to their need and God’s sufficient. Study deeply His words and actions held firmly within the greatest book of all time.

Keep quiet.

Why?

More than just the absence of noise, quiet encompasses a state of inner peace, calmness and tranquility, often associated with a heart at rest and a spirit that trusts in God. (ai)

Trust in Him. Enjoy the journey.

The day that changes a life is the day someone,

Takes you. At your word.

The rest falls into place over time, or the rest falls into place within the boundaries of complete trust. Either way.

It feels real good.

What could be better than a restful silence of a soul that has done the hard work while others “hung” or hang on to the coat tails in an attempt to pretend it was easy, when it was and is not. Preach to the weak and lowly to “step-it-up” of “get out.” Of the way?

Never.

There are no short cuts, especially the facades and the show-ey of outward appearances. Hey. We can all dress up OR down when necessary and when the intent is deception and may be the opposite to trust-building. Who really knows?

He does.

Like a boastful heart may and a trust-the-bozo-mentality of laziness. Before or after our brokenness, He treats us the same.

The day that life seems changed?

The day when you feel.

Taken at your word.

Taken by His word.

Taken at His word!📖