“Friends are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.”
When people come up to me and say, "hey, how you doin'?" ...i usually wonder if they care to know . i wonder how much of that statement is reflex and how much is a genuine concern about my well being ?
Saturday was one of the suckiest days this summer . left & right things were falling apart . my mind was racing so fast and i felt like i had so much to do at the same time . i had phone calls to make, people to comfort, money to find & moral accountability to tend to . initially, it seemed like we had too much on our plate ... but nevertheless, we knew that things needed to be done .
I have always had pretty terrific, loyal, & trustworthy friends . with an exception of a few bad eggs, God has filled my basket with vibrant, beautiful people that genuinely want to know how i am doing . even more important, i have friends that will work their hardest to make sure im happy . this is my space to be thankful for everything the Lord has given me .this is my space to lift my head to the sky & cry . my thank you space . THANK YOU LORD ;
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8.02.2010
testimony time .
6.18.2010
hot wind .
in the corner of my room is a box, filled with
the things i never said . the things i didn't ask . the things i didn't have to ask . things of livid taste .
things that would rip off my much needed emotional stitches , leaving my naked soul bleeding on a stack of meaningless perplexity .
things that would spread the gates of hades like thighs and devour the sun .
eat your heart out Pandora .so you can only imagine
that this box would be buried under a pile of clothes , intentionally .
it's wrapped up in duck tape & quacks at me from time to time . but Zora said that God made us "DUCK BY DUCK", so i assume that there will be more boxes in life ...
but today .
under God and a fair witness in myself , i will throw the box onto the side of the road . you see, storage is just that-storage . i have run out of room and the contents of that box will be donated to a fertile heart in need of a testimony .
amen .
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