We Are All Oysters

Every one of us has something.  It may be something big and bold.  It may be something quiet and camouflaged.  But every one of us has something.  And if we spend the time and the energy to foster that something - to find it, to hone it, to practice it, to dare to imagine ourselves as something more - then we will find we enjoy life a little more, love a little deeper, and finally, that we have grown something precious from what once was just a little bitty gritty something.

Agree or Disagree

I am convinced that, in America, common courtesy has largely gone the way of common sense....almost entirely extinct.  I mean, come on!  If someone has got their hands full and you get to the same door they are headed through at virtually the same time, open the door and let them go first!  Is this kind of courtesy just completely disregarded these days or is it that it is no longer even being taught?  I daily watch people cut others off on the road so that they might make it to wherever it is they are headed maybe thirty seconds earlier, people speed through parking lots to grab a space out from under someone else who was obviously there first and clearly non-disabled people parking in the handicapped parking spaces at the grocery store or the mall.  Are we so self-centered that we cannot take one second to think of someone else and put their needs before our own?  Are we so arrogant that we think that we deserve for people to treat us special and move out of our way while at the same time refusing to do this for anyone else?  I wonder how different life would be across our nation if everyone took a moment to put the needs of someone else before their own just one time during the course of each day.

He Does

Sometimes I feel like I'm just banging my head against a wall
Not doing any good at all
Doing everything I can to break my fall
Just trying to make it through another day

I'm just spinning my wheels
At least that's how it feels
I keep digging in my heels
So I won't be dragged away

You haven't lived my life
Looked down the barrel of a gun into your father's eyes
Or felt the tip of a knife
Against your throat

You just don't get it!

Here in this place I feel like a child
The cold steel feel of the tile
The institutional style
Of the place
Makes my heart race, my head brace
For the blow

You don't understand
There's no way you can
You aren't in my head
You never heard the things they said
Never truly wished you were dead
Or that you'd never been

Have you?

You haven't lived my life
Looked down the barrel of a gun into your father's eyes
Or felt the tip of a knife
Against your throat

You just don't get it!

But there is someone who does
Someone who knows my pain and more
Someone who knows me inside-out
Through all the masks into the core

While I'm curled up in the corner with my demons and my fears
He's still standing at the door
Knocking, knocking, knocking
But sometimes I can't hear
Through all these voices in my head
I forget the things He said
"Let not your heart be troubled"
"FEAR NOT"
"My peace I give unto you"
"I am with you always"
"My grace is sufficient"

You just don't get it!
But He does