Cough cough cough…
I’m feeling exceptionally annoyed today. There has been a lot of commotion in my own heart recently that I don’t know how to deal with and unsure how to deconstruct. The top annoyance: my own stupid cough. I’ve been coughing due to some God-only-knows-what allergy, and as a result, been spitting almost a cup a day. (I know, disgusting right?)
I’ve been lying on my bed for a long time. There, in the distance, a siren blares, rushing to what could be the scene of a horrible accident. Content to the confines of my warm down blanket, I lie awake, wondering what my brain will concoct next in the next phase of sleep. With little regard to my 9 AM meeting, my thoughts wonder through my various life experiences, jumping from one to he next without giving me the chance to re-experience the taste of the vanilla milkshake to he horrid smell of burnt hair. As my mind spins faster and faster, a face begins to form. Not a face I’ve seen before, but a face that is frighteningly familiar. I let my eyes drift deeper in their rest position as the face becomes clear. It is somebody, and yet nobody at the same time. Nostrils, hair length, smile…all come into focus, before it is too late, and the face is gone.
It is now 8:30 AM.
The one thing I walked away with Ignite was the fact that I need to be more vulnerable. If I’m not, how can I expect others to be? What details? You’ll have to come talk to me.
There’s a song that’s inside of my soul
It’s the one that I’ve tried to write over and over again
I’m awake in the infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over again…So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours
I know now you’re my only hope…
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