What is it about human beings that compels us to want to be "known?" I don't mean famous, I mean like known, personally. When well-known (in the famous sense) musicians are asked why they ever got started, sometimes they say, "I just wanted to get my stuff out there. I just wanted my voice to be heard." Why is that so important? I am asking this not as a detached observer, but as one who finds myself thinking this way from time to time. I hear a song with lyrics that reach me in some way, and I wish I could do the same thing. I wish I could put all of my hidden thoughts and yearnings into a song and then release it for the world to hear, see, and understand. What stops me from doing that? Laziness? Fear? God? I am not always excessively happy. And I'm not really very fun sometimes. Sometimes I get excited about stupid things, like my USB flash drive, avoiding phone calls, watching TV by myself. Sometimes I am painfully shy, and have absolutely nothing to say. It is in those times that I either choose to effervesce or simply to walk away, pretending I don't care (it depends on the amount of effort I am willing to put out at the time). I am not effusive in showing my affection, but that doesn't mean I do not embrace you with my heart, with my actions, with my words. I would rather know about the saddest or the most lovely thing that has happened in your life thus far, than to hear about how your day went. I am incapable of making genuine small talk, and if this seems contrary to the truth, then I guessed I had you fooled!
Remember when I used to share my insights, and even a little scripture? Well, those days are not completely lost, my friends. Stick with me. Every season has its flavour. The "feast" may not seem terribly nourishing at this point, but perhaps we can hunger together for now.
These are the thoughts that I wanted to make known to you.
Until next time....
My sweet girl,I love you. and how I appreciate and your heart and your mind...Keep writing,,,from your heart.you are a treasure.No honey, it certainly isn't laziness..fear,,.always a little of that.. but what a joy,then for you to learn to walk strongly forward with your ABBA Father, who is your Lord..that path is like the shining sun, that shines everbrighter unto the perfect day.. right!!You know Julegirl..that God is always in everything you do ,even when your schedule needs to adjust accordingly to your life.. (which involves alot of study, and papers!!Pulling away to be alone is fine.. Heck Jesus did it...!!! He gave HIS WHOLE life to His Father, and God made no distinction between act and act! Jesus ate, He preached, He went to parties,, He did miracles.. AND HE RESTED!!! and He said.."I always do what pleased Him".(HE will enjoy everything you do(and you will enjoy everything He does{}as you live in HIM.and of course He in YOU!!!You are certainly known to your Heavenly Father(even if your own earthly mother falls short in that department!I am rambling...I love it when you share your thoughts. Lovinly, MUM
That's my momma and I love her. Thanks for your response.
I was talking to "Pete" the other day (Yes, Pitre- your name is now on the internet) and she was like, "I liked your poem about zebras...." Ha ha. I wasn't even sure if anyone read this thing anymore but I figure even if they didn't, I'm still having fun and isn't that the whole point of living? It isn't? Oh. Oops....
Anyway, to those of you whom have made me aware of your secret lingering, I am happy to have you here, even if you are being a little silent cyber-stalkerish about it (jk)
Mom, I like it when you say, "Heck." It makes me smile.
Err- uhh- I don't really know what to say, so let's make some small talk: How's school going? Is the weather good there? How about that non-existent hockey season, and that neat old Indian guide? Pretty neat, eh. Well....GOODBYE!
Who dat? While your dialect and overall knowledge of such phrases as "neat old Indian guide" ring strangely familiar, I daren't venture a guess- not yet. It's too soon. I am sensing that you might have seen my blogger profile somewhere (such as KP's blog) because it led you to this October post, whereas if you had merely navigated to the homepage, there would be more recent posts.... I am a super sleuth-- true, but I hope for a little assistance in uncovering this mysterious identity....
*pondering random thought for you* (bad grammer bare with) We all know the opposite to black...it's white. And the opposite to day is of course night. Well, what's the opposite of God? When I ask most people that they emmediatly say "the devil"....but doesnt the "opposite" mean something that is of equal power yet on different ends of the spectrum? Peace out.
Very insightful- thanks for posting, anonymous friend. (although I do have a vague idea as to who you are....) Thanks for stopping by. Love and Peace, Julie
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My sweet girl,I love you. and how I appreciate and your heart and your mind...Keep writing,,,from your heart.you are a treasure.No honey, it certainly isn't laziness..fear,,.always a little of that.. but what a joy,then for you to learn to walk strongly forward with your ABBA Father, who is your Lord..that path is like the shining sun, that shines everbrighter unto the perfect day.. right!!You know Julegirl..that God is always in everything you do ,even when your schedule needs to adjust accordingly to your life.. (which involves alot of study, and papers!!Pulling away to be alone is fine.. Heck Jesus did it...!!! He gave HIS WHOLE life to His Father, and God made no distinction between act and act! Jesus ate, He preached, He went to parties,, He did miracles.. AND HE RESTED!!! and He said.."I always do what pleased Him".(HE will enjoy everything you do(and you will enjoy everything He does{}as you live in HIM.and of course He in YOU!!!You are certainly known to your Heavenly Father(even if your own earthly mother falls short in that department!I am rambling...I love it when you share your thoughts. Lovinly, MUM
That's my momma and I love her. Thanks for your response.
I was talking to "Pete" the other day (Yes, Pitre- your name is now on the internet) and she was like, "I liked your poem about zebras...." Ha ha. I wasn't even sure if anyone read this thing anymore but I figure even if they didn't, I'm still having fun and isn't that the whole point of living? It isn't? Oh. Oops....
Anyway, to those of you whom have made me aware of your secret lingering, I am happy to have you here, even if you are being a little silent cyber-stalkerish about it (jk)
Mom, I like it when you say, "Heck." It makes me smile.
Okay, back to Shakespeare....
Err- uhh- I don't really know what to say, so let's make some small talk: How's school going? Is the weather good there? How about that non-existent hockey season, and that neat old Indian guide? Pretty neat, eh. Well....GOODBYE!
Who dat? While your dialect and overall knowledge of such phrases as "neat old Indian guide" ring strangely familiar, I daren't venture a guess- not yet. It's too soon. I am sensing that you might have seen my blogger profile somewhere (such as KP's blog) because it led you to this October post, whereas if you had merely navigated to the homepage, there would be more recent posts.... I am a super sleuth-- true, but I hope for a little assistance in uncovering this mysterious identity....
*pondering random thought for you* (bad grammer bare with)
We all know the opposite to black...it's white. And the opposite to day is of course night. Well, what's the opposite of God? When I ask most people that they emmediatly say "the devil"....but doesnt the "opposite" mean something that is of equal power yet on different ends of the spectrum? Peace out.
Very insightful- thanks for posting, anonymous friend. (although I do have a vague idea as to who you are....) Thanks for stopping by. Love and Peace,
Julie
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