The World Spins Madly On*
It's hard to open the door to creativity when the world is rushing by.
The only thing is...the world is going to keep spinning on. We can't stop it.
The seasons are going to change. The wind is going to blow. The rain will fall.
Distractions are constantly bombarding us, begging for our affection. It feels like there is so much to do, but it never gets done. Well, it may get done, but halfway. I have given pieces of myself to so much. It leaves my heart scattered, chaotic, anxious.
There seems to be so much going on, but I am not truly connected to any of it. It is like I am driving down the road, seeing the world whiz along beside me. Catching only snidbits of the life going on around me.
Sometimes I am even unaware of what is going on inside my own head. I don't feel grounded, rooted in the Truth.
So many days go by, and I wonder... what exactly have I done? OK, so I wake up, and go to school, and eat, and solve for x and y, and talk to people, and check my email 50 bazillion times. But what have I really done with purpose, with intention?
The only thing is...the world is going to keep spinning on. We can't stop it.
The seasons are going to change. The wind is going to blow. The rain will fall.
Distractions are constantly bombarding us, begging for our affection. It feels like there is so much to do, but it never gets done. Well, it may get done, but halfway. I have given pieces of myself to so much. It leaves my heart scattered, chaotic, anxious.
There seems to be so much going on, but I am not truly connected to any of it. It is like I am driving down the road, seeing the world whiz along beside me. Catching only snidbits of the life going on around me.
Sometimes I am even unaware of what is going on inside my own head. I don't feel grounded, rooted in the Truth.
So many days go by, and I wonder... what exactly have I done? OK, so I wake up, and go to school, and eat, and solve for x and y, and talk to people, and check my email 50 bazillion times. But what have I really done with purpose, with intention?
The passion has drained from my soul. My Center has shifted, knocking me out of balance.
Where can I go to get away? A place of solitude to meditate on the beauty of God. A retreat to quiet my soul, and simply worship the Creator for Who He is.
Where can I go to get away? A place of solitude to meditate on the beauty of God. A retreat to quiet my soul, and simply worship the Creator for Who He is.
The Lord is my portion, saith my soul;
Therefore I will hope in Him.
The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him,
to the soul that seeketh Him.
It is good that a man should both hope and
quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.
~Lamentations 3:24-26
*p.s. title of The Weepies song...
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and so i end up with a dozen half-done projects that aren't really that awesome. kinda frustrating.