The Distance from here

Hope filled, joy spun movies playing before my very eyes. Take me to the sea and wash this linen clean, if clean is what you want us to be.

God is becoming a concept these days, void of personal love and touch. Yet, that is the opposite of my journey and experience.

I watched as amazement overtook the lifeless limbs lying on the wet downtrodden ground. The rain has been pelting for days on end. Flash floods threatening to drown out the lingering ones. I am really shell shocked to notice the significance of the difference. The few subtle choices we all make, lead us up roads of wealth and creation. Unfolding, unnerving performances that relflect an empty core emptied out before life could begin.

I choose to be grateful. I choose to hope. I choose to look up. I choose to outstretch. I choose to strech, even pull my teeth out so I could give. Give of myself so I could be empty to be filled. I choose to cover my heart. I choose open my life. I choose to explore and not abandon. I choose faith, not disappointment. I choose life. I choose full of grace, believing in everyone, waiting for no one. I choose to run. I choose to work. I choose the short lived pleasures so I can have the long life of joy, greatness that trots over these mountains of suffering.

God's design is perfect and incredible. I choose to be part of the process. Remember me this day.