Would you Listen if I Told you a Secret?

I want you to know that this wasn’t the plan.  You know, this crazy hair and un-cut grass and empty flower vase.  

I never planned on forgetting.  I never planned on closing my eyes. I never planned on losing my voice. I was supposed to see the moon, and taste the stars, and feel this full forever.

But then the leaves fell and the colors changed and somewhere in-between the fireworks and forever I forgot something.  And suddenly life wasn’t so easy, and it wasn’t so perfect.  


And I forgot what it meant to be satisfied. 

And it wasn’t until I found myself sitting curbside, waiting for the rain, that I heard the telephone ring. 

I said, “Hello” and so did he.  He said, “how are you?” and I said, “fine.”  It was very casual, very short.  It was a, I-just-stopped-by-for-a-quick-hello, sort of thing. But when he asked about my future, I decided to be honest.  So, I said, “I don’t know.  I don’t know.  I don’t know.”  And then, without a thought, he said, “Ahhh, but you know the important things.”

And I’ve thought a lot about that, the important things I mean.  I’ve thought about faith and I’ve thought about grace and I’ve thought an awful lot about God.  And it’s funny how my heart changes just by thinking about Him.  And I’ve thought about love and friendship and how thankful I am for their abundance.  And I’ve thought about life and the earth and how it isn’t always perfect, but things always manage to work out anyway. 

I think, and I think, and I think… and, slowly, I start to remember.  I remember the moon and God and Breezy. I remember Christmas lights and orange shakes and every star.  I remember the uncut grass and how it’s not so bad for napping in.  And I’m full again. 

And I guess all I’m really trying to say is I hope you'll remember the important things.     

So when the day comes that your hair refuses to stay in place and your heart decides to ache and your light burns out and your flowers die and your eyes decide to water, it’ll be ok.  And it’ll be ok because you decided a long time ago that faith could heal your aching heart and God would always dry your tears. 




-Linds