Today

I am often alone and seldom [invariably] lonely. 

Peter Piper Picked Peppers

Present Prayers & Petitions. 

Sometimes the easiest things to do are are the hardest things to say.  

So What If There Are No Flowers

"Those like myself whose imagination far exceeds their obedience are subject to a just penalty; we easily imagine conditions far higher than any we have really reached. If we describe what we have imagined we may make others, and make ourselves, believe that we have really been there. And if I have only imagined it, is it a further delusion that even the imaging has at some moments made all other objects of desire—yes, even peace to have no more fears—look like broken toys and faded flowers? Perhaps. Perhaps  for many of us, all experience merely defines, so to speak, the shape of that gap where our love of God ought to be. It is not enough. It is something. If we cannot “practice the presence of God it is something to practice the absence of god….”

Here I Am, Act Accordingly

There are an X number of hearts beating at the same time but at a different palpation. Sometimes I wish every heart could could sing its favorite song.  I would walk down the street I can hear all sorts of authentic and personal symphonies. The amount of pain and joy a person can feel is alone a raw fact, but to have two beings feel the exact opposite at the same time is the most magnificent wonder. 

Why you ask? My guess is the whole, "Love Thy Neighbor," scenario. What better position to be in, when the person next to you is likely in the spot that you are not. Life is about making a choice. Look at the core of the Christian faith --He chose to die on the cross. It wasn't a simple death, but it was a simple answer--for Him. So the fact his heart had a what I'd like to believe victorious lyric, I'm curious to think  how the various hums marching left and right of Him went, and how they were probably not anything like His. But it worked out beautifully. 

I am learning that beats are all different, but the message is usually the same: here I am, act accordingly. I have a rough time not being on the same page as people, because I have this thing where I have to... for lack of a better word, probe them to see how they really are. Which is ironic because I hate when people ask how I am (in reality I want them to ask "How's your walk?" "Have you been writing ?" or "What's the Lord saying to you lately?" I digress. 

Thank the heavens we aren't always at the same place and similar pages don't matter. But we should feel hopeful there is someone who can understand, whether they are beside us, behind us or in front of us. And if you are open to it, there is someone who could even read some of their pages. So I choose to step when you abstain, for the pure sake of listening to a different tune. 

Whole heartedly yours, 

Trace

24

school days until GRADUATION.

Panickly submitted, 

Ms. Le