I was sitting in the most beautiful craft room. It was spacious and colorful, it had high ceilings. I was crafting to my heart’s content. I don’t recall what I was making, I just remember being so delighted making whatever. Then I look up across from me and my best friend was sitting there crafting too, as well as giving me he highly valued opinion on whatever we were making. And Sufjan Stevens was even playing a banjo in the background. Then I woke up. Bummer.
i just want to roll up in a ball and die, my flesh that is. every ounce of my ever living flesh wants to go crazy, or just plain give up, this moment i am having makes me see why people lose their minds and go just plain crazy. how much more can one soul let alone a family take? and as i see myself just walking aimlessly in the middle of a median, or downtown with one shoe on and one shoe off, lipstick across my cheek, clothes on backwards…i am reminded that my spirit is in battle, and my hope is in the Mighty Warrior, Jesus Christ. He fights for me while I rest. I rest and this moment will pass, that crazy lady will fade into a mist and there my spirit will still be there, ever hopeful and waiting paitently to be delivered from the valley of life.
I really miss being a teenager.
