makes sense

You won't always be able to make sense of it.

I wish someone had told me that growing up,

You cannot sort or categorize everything

and you don't have to have a title to feel alright

you can be totally out of control

and that can be good

sometimes God cannot work in the lives of control freaks

and they keep Him out with a big gun

because it is more comfortable

to be driving their own car

I wish someone would have told me how mysterious the Holy Spirit is

that He has a sense of humor

that He is the most patient person you'll ever meet

He'll even wait while you try it YOUR way

and fall flat on your face

"now, could you try it my way?" he asks sweetly...

and you can even say "no",

and He'll wait patiently

for the chance to ask you again.

I wish someone had told me that love is the most complicated thing

like a lock with many many keys to try in it

like a shifting morphing thing that is the same time rock solid

that it can be broken into a thousand pieces and then gathered up again

it is resilient

but there is hurting

Life is a process we grope our way through

fumbling for the light by touch alone

by feel

as we listen for any small clue

anything that "sounds right"

when it should be a still small voice we follow

when He tells us what to do.

I had to find my own way into these truths and so will you

but at least you cannot say you wish someone had told you...

I just did

~C