I was just resting my eyes

Have you ever noticed that the best types of friends are the ones that see you as better than you see yourself? There are people in my life that are consistently calling me out. Not like a hunter calls out his quarry. More like Jesus calling out Lazarus. It is as though the essence of my interactions with these certain people contains an activation signal. A signal aimed at me like a whistling arrow. A shot that could have hurt me, but I've begun to discern the difference. As I trace the direction of the shot, I am greeted by a knowing smile. I can't help but match that smile with my own.

I keep having this vision. It always comes up when I am feeling like I am not living up to my potential. Admittedly, it is the strongest when I have been caught taking a bit of a spiritual nap. In my minds eye, the scene unfolds. Ancient armies are mustering. I find myself flat on a small hill under a tree, arousing from a deep sleep. I will leave the description of witnessing God's Armed Forces on the move to someone more gifted with words. It isn't pretty, it is powerful. The urge fills me that waiting on a hill is not where I want to be. I see my place in the march, I hear the drums, and I feel the rhythm of Heaven reverberate in my chest. I am awake, and I know that I was created for THIS!

Now, do I trust... or do I ignore? The amazing thing is, I cannot forget.

Right...

Having completed the rigorous morning ritual of pooping the dog, checking the e-mail, and getting coffee it seems to me that the idea of loosing my job is really quite tame when put into perspective. I mean I made a tiny furry creature poop! Not like..I ... made him poop. You get the point, maybe.

Yeah, I snuck the job thing in there kinda quick didn't I. I guess I'm not all that worried after all.

So there might be a reason...

There might be a reason you could like what I have to say. Chances are you don't need a reason to dislike what I have to say. You're probably already disposed to read this and tear it apart. That is what makes our culture so fun. You can be a social god if you can cut harder than the guy next to you. Taking all the chances to overstep bounds and push the point. But hey, there might be a reason for that. BUT then again, chances are you probably don't need a reason to dislike what other people have to say. You're probably already disposed to hear something and tear it apart. That is what makes you so fun right? You are a social god cause you can cut harder than the guy next to you. You take all the chances to overstep your bounds and push the point. That might be the reason you won't like what I have to say.