plenty of time for this.

ever have those aftermoments?
when minutes, hours, days later some fragment of some thing suddenly hammers through all the surface crap, and you know it’s God…had that. tonight.

well, the truth hurts.
but at least i have my answer. now the gray becomes the black and white i’m not ready to face, because i know what will be required of me. so maybe the answer isn’t neat like i wanted. maybe it’s messy, and the ultimate result isn’t clear yet. that doesn’t lessen the obedience i have to give. it’s do or die, now. i know what He wants, now. the easy way isn’t it.

laid on my back in the shade, in the grass, this morning. acorn pressed sharply into my shoulder blade, but i didn’t mind. my heavy eyes wanted to close….they couldn’t. too entranced in the blue/green and green/blue of new trees and spring sky.

arm on mine, looks that only i get. you can scoot closer; i don’t mind. i’m such a sucker for blue eyes. text message before i sleep, secrets under the stars. past and future intersect in this one little minute. you think you know me; you think you know this–you don’t. wanting (badly) what i can’t have. but shoot for the moon and you’ll at least land in the stars, right?