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
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