God scares me sometimes.

I went to a small group last night
As I sat there with my legs in an indian style and my thoughts guarded, the other girls talked about how happy they will be in Heaven. When they get to be in God's presence.
The whole time I had one thought floating in my head, like a balloon leaving a toddler's sweaty hand and going up into the sky.
The thought: I will be afraid.
These girls' faces expressed happiness.
I kept thinking how I would be too afraid to speak. Not too much in awe. Too scared.

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Philo

T h e more I know the Lord,
the more I know myself.
T h e more I know myself,
the more I can love other people like myself.
T h e more I can love other people,
the more life makes sense.

Let's be young.

I've been wanting to write a song for a few years now.
Really I've been wanting to write a worship song.
I can't seem to do it.
I've google it and nothing helps.
I will though. My goal is to write fifteen worship songs before I hit the grave.
I guess I should start soon.
However, I started typing on my phone because I was inspired when I found out that three of my friends left town at midnight and drove to a beach in Gulf Port and made it back in time for class. I love people who breathe spontaneity.

These are my four lines:
Oh, we can't get rid of that young blood
Daughter of a gypsy
Son of hippie
Children of the open road

I want it to be folkish and very fun.
Let's elaborate mofo.

Riding.

The highways are filled with mini vans and sleepy kids.
It's the time where all the families are on their way to vacation.
As each car passes, the little children glance at the other little children.
They are so excited they can't sleep.
They are too sleepy to show their excitement.
It is in the early am.
Each mini van passes by.

OneDayOutOfTheYear.

There is one day out of the year, that honesty lives and parties.
On this day
we listen
we speak
we hurt
we reveal
we understand
and we are shocked.

This day is feared by many
However, at the very end of the day liberation fills the people's bones.

When the clock hits time for a new day, ink covers our skin.
This ink exposes our secrets and real opinions.
It tells what we are, think, and do.
We are covered in our shame with no one to blame.

When clock is about to strike a new day, we are a community of honesty and freedom.
This is a day that happens once a year.