Dramatic sabotage, it'll come like a storm, but you'll never know that it hit you...
until you're listening to it a few months later on repeat, and all the emotions are being invoked...
like a spell
like that time you wished you lived in the deepest parts of nowhere.
instead, Hollywood and glitz have got us all gaga for fashion, muse and taste.
spoken slightly, it's a myriad of intentional color beaming through the black rips:
I am happy for the most part. It's cold, and a heater blasting in my face reminds me of salvation, in so many weird ways. The Grace of God flattens me. My main discontentments are that I'm still here. On Earth, in lower case america, and not in Asia, or giving blood/sweat/tears in Africa, missional without having to worry about the almighty dollar and the daily deed.
The Gospel is all that matters, and through it, God is glorified. That is the purpose of my life - and sometimes I can't handle that. But places and spaces are carved out for me, and where but for the grace of God go I.
And "Ode to Sunshine" by Delta Spirit is a fantastic record, I highly recommend it.
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