"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."
Walt Whitman (1819-92)
"When I look back now over my life and call to mind what I might have had simply for taking and did not take, my heart is like to break."
Akhenaton (d. c.1354 BC)
And now, the current weather, from some random person we pulled off the street:
Friday, January 30, 2004
Chatting with Infinity
God Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English; akin to Old High German got god
1 capitalized : the supreme or ultimate reality: as the Being perfect in power, wisdom, and goodness who is worshiped as creator and ruler of the universe
2 still capitalized : the one who will always listen and always love me; the one I will always pursue
Well, Father, I'd like to take notes this time, is that OK?
Good. I'm down, dear Father. I am so discouraged. Things at work, things at home, things in between, nothing seems to be working right. And the feeling goes deep into my gut. I don't know if this is me or my illness that makes me feel this way. Either way, I do feel it. And I am embarrassed to even mention it, Father. When I sit in your presence, these things seem so small.
You are always important to me. Bring your troubles to me, no matter how large or small. It gives me praise when you lay your troubles at my feet.
Life seems such a struggle sometimes, and I get so discouraged.
I know struggle. I have placed this into your life for a purpose. I have done this because I love you deeply.
I know. You would never do anything or allow anything that was not part of your plan, even if it hurts for a while. And I am stronger than I was, even if I don't feel that way. I have more wisdom, I take my time more, I have more empathy for others. Actually, I even have more love within me than before, and that grows each day.
See? Are these not good things worth the price?
Yes, yes they are.
Think of the prices I have paid. And what I bought with them.
A debt I can never repay, and a gift so undeserved.
There always must be a price.
I am molding you.
I can tell, believe me!
You are stubborn and prideful, and I am taking that from you one piece at a time. But my chosen people were also stubborn and prideful, and yet I loved them and still do.
I love you with a love that transcends all the understanding you could possibly have. Each tear you shed is my tear, each sigh is my sigh, each pang of sadness inside you I feel just as you do. These things must come to pass, but I will neverabandon you or let you slip away.
You are safe in me. Safe in my arms.
Yes, safe. Safe in your arms. Even when I feel like this.
Yes, even when you feel like this.
Thank you, Father.
Call me Daddy, that's what my Son called me. Abba means Daddy.
Then, thank you Daddy.
Prayer does not change God, but changes him who prays.
Soren Kierkegaard (1813 - 1855)