For as cunning as you are, you’re one dumb fuck. Don’t you understand that this past evening disappears when it is stacked up next to the Life I’ve received? Or are you not privy to all that He has done on my behalf? Can you not see it all? How could I not choose His way over yours? Good try though, tonight you almost had me. For the night I mean, not like, forever.
David really sick for the last ten days? The kids sick for the last 3 (really 7) months? Strep throat for me? Diarrhea blowout at 10pm? An overwhelming interaction that nearly made me retreat to the safety of the sofa instead of continue on with the Words and Purpose? Pain everywhere? Crappy sleep once I finally did get those three hours in? This is what you throw at me in the last 24 hours to get me to stay silent? Your ransom? Like I said, you’re one dumb f#ck…
Tomorrow when Healing Strep Throat meets No-Sleep-Mama; when Sick Kids clashes into Dirty Kitchen; when Physical Pain partakes of Oxy Would Take It Away; when “Be Strong and Courageous” seems a little smaller, then I get to rest under the biggest Mama Hen ever. I get to snuggle up into the Rainbow Maker’s light. I get to choose faith, and hope, and LOVE (because feelings are not facts). Peace will flow like a river that has never known drought.
And do you hear that songbird out there perched in the Japanese Pagoda Tree? She is up at the crack ass of dawn singing her little heart out. Her song of joy to the pre-morning’s pre-light. It’s her song of Creation. She can’t hear the clacking of the keyboard, or sense the tears trickling, but they are my Song. They are where I choose to grab onto victory instead of victimhood.
