I don't know how much more I can take.
After much thought here is the conclusion I have come to: My Dad sees God everywhere and in all things. In different faiths, people, walks, and ways.
To others in my family God looks one way and only one way. I struggle. I am seen as worldly.
MY walk with God MY relationship is GRAND. Mind YOURS. Just because mine doesnt look like yours, doesnt mean its not as good or as real.
Theres one who can't stand it. Its constant, this telling me how to live as if I do not know how. Its funny how I have grown so much since I've left home. Lived on my own for 4 years. I work. I cook. I clean. I get decent grades. I pay for everything. And yet, I have to be told to pull up my shirt becuase its too low to video chat. MIND YOURS. I GOT THIS. THANKS.
I've pin pointed the goal of this experience. Silence. I think those who can hold their tongue, think and not smolder are the wisest of us all.
I seek wisdom. They seek to be right.
Next time I skype Ireland, I'm doing it topless. That is my right. They're always half necked anyway.
I wont really. But like all things, I can if I want. A concept others cant wrap their heads around.
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I just watched the music video for "God is Not a White Man," and I kind of laughed at the ridiculousness of it. Racial profiling, what?
Anyway, this post made me laugh. I need for you in my life, shirt or no. Seester and I miss your face.
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