Of all the things in this life, I find people to be the most intriguing. Mix in personality, with a pinch of upbringing, stir in emotions, and fold in life circumstances and you have an amazingly confusing human. We should all be put in a big fish tank for observation.

Oh what the spectators would see.

So inspiration is a tricky thing.

I love when it hits because i feel like someone turned the colors on and i want to dance in the colors. But after a few days I feel like I can't keep up with the inspiration and I scramble for pen and paper to try and trap all the fun things that are fly right at me. Then inspiration backs up and leaves and for a day I feel OK because I feel 'all caught up and all'. Then I realize it's gone and I quickly sink into depth of despair and I'm lost...desperate for it to return.

See inspiration is a tricky thing.

Come quickly Lord Jesus!

Freedom. Something I am so thankful for but often forget about. I sometimes wonder how I would act if it were ever taken away from me. I would like to think I would be able to adjust but truthfully I can't even bring myself to think about it. All I can do is be thankful...for my freedom.

Last night we were sitting in chairs by the river, eyes closed, breeze blowing, and we were taking long deep breaths. When was the last time I did that? I can't remember. The sun was still shining and it was quiet and peaceful.

I kind of hope Heaven will be like that.

When I listen to the news I long for the return of the Lord. It breaks my spirit to see the mess the world has created. Sadness and oppression swirl all around me and my heart aches for the rapture.

I desire to make heaven my home...

I have been pondering many thoughts lately...some of them deep and some of them not so deep. I often wonder if pondering is a good idea. I have had many good illuminations come from pondering but sometimes I make myself sick with it.

It's quiet where I am right now and I can actually hear the ticking of the clock which is unusual. So now I must decide if I should force myself to 'do' something or allow myself a few more minutes of mindless pondering...what to do...

Psalms 17: 8; "...hide me under the shadow of thy wings." What a comforting thought to be hid under the shadow of the wings of God. There are times that we are wounded and our emotions are very raw. The potions this world offers to bind our wounds only make it worse. God is the only one that can bring the true wholeness that we desire. We are safe in His care.

There is a writer that lives inside of me. She desires to share her thoughts with anyone that is willing. However life has taken over and she rarely comes to life. There is so much beauty in the world to see and write about it. So many moments of wonder she would like to capture. Sometimes I wonder if she were given free reign what would she say and would she ever stop writing. We may never know...