RR:254

Hello, my name is Simple. Nice to meet you.
Who are you?
Where are you from?
So tell me what you do?

Please sit on down. I hope that my average lifestyle will not take away from your Wednesday night of TV watching.

Oh no way! That is my favorite show too. So funny!

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Enters: Reality Rambling #254

I will confess now and ask for forgiveness up front.  Everything that I am about to express is probably going to get convoluted somewhere in my dialogue for "hopeful change" and "inspiration," in conjunction with my cynical view of my own world and that I am guilty of much that I am saying. So take what you want.

You know that dream you always have every 4 months where you are trying to sprint or at least run at some pace, yet your legs are immobile? Frozen. Deathly lethargic. But there is too much behind you following. You have become the turtle in your very own subconscious. No? Just me?

Regardless, I find myself standing too often and staring. At things. At present circumstances. At people. And I feel absent. Please do not misconstrue my inconsistent blabber with something I am not saying. I am not saying that I am lost and confused. Or maybe I am. But in a different way.

I am lost in the middle of the middle. And I am confused by the middle. And by this there is also a clarity that only makes sense for one reason.

Let me backtrack for just a moment.

It reminds me of when I was in high school. Who am I kidding? It was not just high school...it is the continuum of the life cycle. It is an ongoing event that happens often in some way or the other. I will let fear paralyze my thoughts and ambitions by common realities: time, money, friends, failure, disappointment...and the list is rather extensive, and the weight is heavy...if we let our hearts absorb it. And we find ourselves in the middle.

The middle. What a place to be. I do not like the middle. The middle sucks. It is painful. You feel too young but you feel too old. You know, a "happy medium."

Seasons are seasons. And somewhere in and out of them the process does and will start with beginning proceed to the infamous middle and resolute to an end. But sometimes before we saw the beginning or even realized it, we are passed the end and on to a new beginning.

Simply incredible. Extremely interesting.

God is timeless. And that is what is even better. 

So back the part about how in the confusing middle there is a clarity that makes it make sense. Knowing that there is a timeless Father that will guide and protect me through the silly seasons that I find myself dancing in, puts my soul at rest.

Even in a time where I feel too ordinary for my own good. That I feel like I am not where I want to be. I am humbled in knowing that it was never about what I thought.

It is about how I live in the moments of the day. In the "middle" times. And whom I am living for.

And so, how about it? Dance to something a little different.

-S