I Don’t Want To Be “Kinda Hanging Out” With Someone.
I Don’t Want To Spend A Lot of Energy Suppressing My Feelings So I Appear Uninvolved.
I Want To Be Involved.
I Want To Be Sleeping With Someone I Know I’ll See Again.
Because They’ve Already Demonstrated To Me That They’re Trustworthy And Honorable - -
And Into Me.
Types of Matter
Nothing feels quite right, does it? I haven’t felt like this in a while, and it hurts to think. When did this fog set in? Where did my lighthouse go? What happened to the things I once was so sure of? It feels hollow, and I’m scared that it won’t go back, that I’ll drift for awhile and not ever have anything to return to.
Oh, but I see now, I must look up and see the beauty of that northern star; the silence of it will not tell me where to go, but the fact that it is where it is, will guide me home.
Do we not all have a northern star? Do we not all have Christ?
Who He is, and where He is, is the sign for where we must go; that is hope in the darkness, in the confusion of it all. Christ standing with arms out stretched, showing us our way home, showing us our way to Him.