It’s only funny until somebody gets tickled

So I went to Illinois and saw a shirt.

That’s about all I did.

-My name is a scar on His back-

I’m not sure if I should type –how challenging- or rather –what a challenge-

Emma is back…ish, n-joy my experiences and thoughts

I was bein a garbage picker & I found a small goldish lock that was unlocked. I was about to lock it and throw it away when someone asked what it was. I told them that once I lock this lock with no key by its side, it will stay locked longer then any of us will live. I never locked it and it’s in my purse.

These mass random memories from my LIFE in whole have been jumping at me. I find myself still in motion, piecing together memories that I didn’t even know I had and placing new meaning, hate, and ideas to them. It’s more than that ‘ooooh that’s what that was/ooooh that’s what happened’ feeling, it’s deeper…. At least I would like to think so, as ever.

Someone, a guy, said he was a gentleman (I guess the modern term would be a ‘good guy’). I disagree. As sweet as he can be with the ladies, I believe the term includes how this –gentleman- treats other men as well.

Mmmm so convicted. As we all are every day, by our friends, family, those who criticize us most. I’ve been convicted by God. I am blinded by my physical freedom. I need His Love for myself that He helps me daily reveal to others.

The only thing I want to put into practice is Love. But how else am I living for Him? My identity is in Christ. I’m maturing, but not growing. Are you younger then you were last year? Have I become jaded? You’re not born again to be immature. Why am I not living life abundantly? You are being called to do something EVERY DAY. I’m not listening. Butttt, Light will be Light.

Give and get nothing. Do it & don’t consider it.

Something odd in loving remembrance. Not many people have died in my life, but I found myself praying for those who I have known and writing down my memories of / with them. How can I be to help these individuals live on in my life? Six people. Since I was 8 I remember death. The most recent being this past March. Did you know? I do fear physical death. But not for myself. For the others who believe that physical is final.

When has a sheep ever killed a wolf? When is the right time to hurt your brother? I feel like I just cannot stand people being people anymore. There is enough judgment in our world. MUST you contribute as well?????

It bugs me to know that I believe so many things that are untrue, yet I don’t know what they are.

I want more people to say what I need to hear. Not what I want to hear.

Pleaseplease remember

That

Just because someone doesn’t understand you, it doesn’t mean you have to make sense

Fire be with your love

Ciao

M