• Another normal day. Another perfectly, utterly normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Woke up and layed out in the Sun. Got tired of the heat, went around to the front, sat crosslegged in the shade of the leafy tree. The grass had left little indentations on my bare feet when I shifted positions. Grass marks, my little sister has called them before. I found it so strange and curious, the similarity of the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves to the sound of the ocean by the beach. Wind comes in gusts, water in waves. I had the thought, "perhaps water is just heavy, wet wind." Then I took a short nap, went to work, made it through the blur of faces, cash and change, drove back home, and now here I am, typing, listening to Bob Marley. One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. My mind is basically blank. I eat some cheezits. They are amazing.

• I dont know you...but, your journal flashed across my screen. I agree with what you have to say...exspecially about church. I attend a penecostal church..and Im not saying its the best. Ive yet to find a perfect or "best" church. Ive bounced from church to church to church...and always been dissatisfied. Something bothered me, when they said "that"...or it was all the Hail maries I needed to say, for saying a cuss word, or dissing a fellow person. Or..until recently...all the flags. Why are flags allowed in chuch? Jesus doesnt care about countries..and land marks..he cares about PEOPLE. All people, world wide. My chuch has 4 of them in there. I dont even know what the other 3 are...all I see is the canadian flag..and wonder "do they think, I dont know where I stand?"
  Im sure, it goes deeper than this. Im positive of this. Did they use flags in the bible? Did Kings and Queens have them...because, they believed Gods place of worship demanded it?
  Why does my preacher yell so loud some Sundays? Does he think, I have not 2 ears? I often tell my daughter, "the lord gave you 2 ears and 1 mouth for a reason....listen MORE, and talk LESS".
  If only we did that as a human race. Most people talk on cell phones..have you ever kind of listened in? Most times..its crap. All crap. I hardly use my cell phone. Emergencies only. If people want to talk to me, call me, or write me. But cells...we drive with them..and end up killing others..because the conversation took over. In canada..we have a cell/text ban in effect. If you operate a motor vehicle, or on a bike..you shouldnt be on a cell.
  Getting back to the preacher....he yells his theories..and his threats down to me, like If I dont agree..Im thrown into hell. Hell NOW. Like..comeone..who is he to judge my heart? Only the lord knows my heart inside and out. Well, him and David.
  I find latley, I dont want to be "shouted" at anymore. I dont want anymore fingers wagging in my face. I want to stand up and say...I already feel like a peice of looser sinner,...you dont have to prove that I am mr. Preacher man. Is he attempting to help me? Perhaps...but why do I still feel so bad? If we are to exspress our sins..and be new and as "white as snow"...why cant I convince my mind of that?
  To be forgiven: George Michael. Now there is a set of beautiful lyrics.

  
  

  Cleanliness is next to Godliness. That is what the bible preaches. I think you are right...we should make our homes, as comfy and clean and pretty as possible. If we live in clutter, and blank walls..and dirt...it pulls down the soul. Ive been there, and done that road. Its depressing. You walk in..and its impossible to know where to start...you cry for help..conqouer a corner..only to once more feel defeated.
  I say..rome wasnt made in a day. One step at a time. Plan plan plan...and do it in baby steps.

  
  

  I hear you about the day to day hum drum of life. Work, home, eat, sleep and repeat. I find peace in routine. I hate breaking routine...only if it makes sence. Vacation is a great break of that day to day.

  
  

  I hear you TOTALLY about music.
  Anyone, who has read my posts on youtube..will see...that I am a lover of all kinds of music. Reggae and Dancehall as a teenager..and young adult. some dont understand...how it hits you and you feel no pain. I am ashamed..I dont really listen to the words. If I did..I would be ashamed as a christian. some of them..are pretty rough. I did own, and listened to Bob for a while. Who doesnt know his stuff? NO I didnt smoke POT...or get high while enjoying his music. I listented to his music..and his lyrics..which for the most part..are about peace/unity/respect and honesty.
  I hear any music..and when it hits me..I too feel "no pain".
  I am in another "place in my head". It is my drug. It is my healer..along with Christ. Music has the power to heal...ask any mother who had a child in the ICU and she sang to that baby, and its vital signs got better. Any mother who put head phones, on her brain dead child..and watched how the vitals jumped.
  music Heals.

  
  

  God Bless you.

  mickey606on August 26, 2010   Link

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