tinarooroo
Funny how a simple statement can offend people so much. Because you support or disagree with one thing, it potentially changes the way people look at you. We often end up censoring ourselves just to fit it... But that, in some ways, takes away our freedom of speech and right to share our own beliefs- plain, simple, and honest.
Today, it is too hot out for soup. Then again, there's nothing more comforting on a certain kind of day- you know the kind- than a warm stew. Maybe today was one of those days; maybe it wasn't- it doesn't matter. Just reading the word reminds me that I can't wait for winter, for hot soup, for solace.
The word "hassle" might bring to mind any number of things- Christmas shopping, signing documents, dealing with drama- and none of them seem pleasant. Honestly, most people simply want to get away from the struggles of this life, be it by vacation or even in more harmful ways. However, it would be good for people to remember how magical the now unpleasant daily tasks used to appear; sometimes, everyone needs a reminder that perspective can be the difference between a nightmarish week and a glorious few days.
Rain drizzled and thunder clapped outside as I sat in my room, praying mournfully. The week's events were insurmountable, to say the least. How could I go on? How was I supposed to do His will if I couldn't even keep one lousy kid alive? Maybe if I'd been more faithful, he wouldn't have died. But there was one thing I realized, above all: no matter how much I missed my son, he was with the Father.
Exquisite. The word danced through my mind; the art purveyor had called my amateurish work exquisite! My heart was certainly about to burst; my feet were lifting off the ground in a sort of dance. And yet, something wasn't right. Not yet- Gabe had yet to see this piece, the one he'd inspired me to paint... Once I was able to show him his gift, hanging in the gallery, I truly would have accomplished all I could dream of.