once again it's that time of the heart where i tell it what's what, then because it doesn't listen i get someone else to tell it what's what, THEN because it doesn't listen God steps in and tells it what's what, THEN THEN because it doesn't listen God steps in and tells someone else to tell it what's what, and then for a fraction of a second, we get it. i say to my heart, oh man, we actually have this, don't we? whatever heart face portrays agreement is what it makes, and we strategically sail onwards and upwards, away from the gravitational pull of crap we like to be dragged through.
claiming victories, and running headlong into the proposed plan of my Lord and Savi-----______-----------//////>>>>>>>>>>>>>>......
........<<<<<<<\\\\\\\\\\----____-oooooooh shit. that is the typing interpretation of falling of the wagon into a pile of poop and getting dragged along for awhile before realizing where i am. ahhhhhhhhh damn. i was doing so good. can i still roll with the punches when i smell like idolatry? i can fling my arms around in a stinky flingy manner but it doesn't mean i'm going to hit anything.
to be fair, i'm really REALLY good at distracting myself. or focusing on the things that, yeah, i'm probably supposed to be doing anyways. let's list this up.
1. lead shredding. aka drawing tattoos. i just finished my first true intended portfolio piece and i am stoooooked on it. it's going on claire, and it's a half-ish sleeve, and it's gonna look hot. i drew another quick one right after and am thrilled with it as well. mystery intendee. and am now starting the first of three more actual half sleeves. taking the month of may off to actually get this + portfolio done. God please don't laugh at my plans... they feel so good...
2. memorizing ephesians. ohhh what a fail. still not even done the first chapter. but ask me the first 14 verses? i'll give you AT LEAST .. 12 of them. with 80% accuracy. i've motivated myself by coaxing t-berg to draw me up the tattoo i'm gonna get when i've actually accomplished this goal. game on, element of TIME.
3. ultimate. i'm playing on two teams, possibly three if i make it through try-outs on the travel team, plus practices. i'm prepared for a butt ton of disc. i'm not obsessed. i am just deeply in love with this sport, and want everyone else to experience the joy it holds.
4. friggen... graduation and new york. nothing else to say other'n the bonus acknowledgment of getting to see my parents. and bringing them to family dinner.
5. man church. knights of my spiritual round table. i've never felt more privileged to spend intimate time with these lads. we share, we grow, we drink, we celebrate.
(slams hand on the table with a note that says 'yes.' on it.) take it God. you know what's what.
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