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It’s funny how quickly seasons change
One moment you wake up enjoying adventure and ease
The next moment hardship and sickness invade every breath you breathe

We rarely know what life is going to bring
Oh for the eyes to see his kindness and mercy in the pain
Oh for the patience to see what he has in store

All the vain things that charm me most have lost their appeal
My hands are open
Do as you will

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“I do not pray that you may be delivered from your pains, but I pray GOD earnestly that He would give you strength and patience to bear them as long as He pleases. Comfort yourself with Him who holds you fastened to the cross. He will loose you when He thinks fit. Happy those who suffer with Him: accustom yourself to suffer in that manner, and seek from Him the strength to endure as much, and as long, as He shall judge to be necessary for you. The men of the world do not comprehend these truths, nor is it to be wondered at, since they suffer like what they are, and not like Christians. They consider sickness as a pain to nature, and not as a favor from GOD; and seeing it only in that light, they find nothing in it but grief and distress. But those who consider sickness as coming from the hand of GOD, as the effect of His mercy, and the means which He employs for their salvation—such, commonly find in it great sweetness and sensible consolation.”

Excerpt From: Brother Lawrence of the Resurrection. “The Practice of the Presence of God the Best Rule of a Holy Life.”

Wait in line
‘Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me

Whoa
Do you believe
In what you see
There doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see

Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

Whoa
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn’t seem to be anybody else who agrees with me

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Ah and I’ll shout and I’ll scream
But I’d rather not have seen
And I’ll hide away for another day

Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see

Everyone’s saying different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone’s taking everything they can
Everything they can

 

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some days I wonder if wholeness is an illusion

There are glimpses of joy that briefly distract us from
sickness

sickness of soul

Sickness of mind

My failing body

I hate the constant unease

I hate the fear

I hate who I’ve become

The “malaise of modernity” has turned into Kierkegaard’s sickness unto death

In that moment when his wife kissed his forehead goodbye. A single tear formed in his left eye and his 90 year old body lay gasping for final breaths I am reminded that death is coming for us all. Death offers no deference

Pursue wholeness. Forgive while you
still have breath. Chase beauty. Love truth. Be known

sometimes the light seems dim
sometimes in the wrestling we lose sight

trust is a funny word
like you would know what i’m talking about

you smile and pretend
everything will work out just fine she said

as the lamb was slowly led to the slaughter
the shearers did not say a damn word