Wednesday, April 28, 2010

imperitave.

I have a problem with authority.

I hate being told what to do.
I don't take order's well.
I get frustrated.
I'm immature.
I overreact like no one's business.

Authority is a good thing.
I can't be the leader of my own life.
For some people, that might work.
Not for me.
I'd rather let Someone bigger show me the way.

But it's not as easy as I want it to be.

I want to grow up
Right now.
I want to be 27,
Degrees in hand,
In the real world.
I'm itching to be let go,
To run out the door,
Never look back.

But I want to be ready.
I must trust Him.
His will, His time-
It will come.

Bring it on.

Friday, April 23, 2010

life is good.

My 8-year-old cousin B tells a lot of stories.
He always gets this look on his face- "Listen to me!"
His eyebrows are raised, his hands move a lot,
He walks in circles and jumps up and down,
And, with plent of and's and um's,
He tells his story-
And it is always the best story EVER.

This might seem like a silly, immature thing-
But I really wish I was like that.
I wish that I saw life as story after story,
Every one more dramatic that the last.
B tells things the way he sees them.
I think that's the best part of it all-
He really, actually is that excited.

I'm too melodramatic.
I'm too prone to overreact.
I'm too easily frustrated.
I'm too sarcastic.

"I finally came to grips that my life may not be legit
And I haven't ever felt this good in years."
-Actions Not Words, Crash Romeo

So-
I will laugh more.
I will talk to God all the time.
I will listen to the Ting Tings often.

Life is too happy to be sad all the time.