Posting This On Behalf Of My Father, Who Is Just Dumb. #rstales
Posting this on behalf of my father, who is just dumb. #rstales
Dear future spouse,
I cradle every word as I write it; I don’t want to let you down in any way, but time is not on our side tonight and so I must say what I’ve longed to say as long as my memory holds. You are the craftswoman that captured my heart when my head wasn’t working the way it used to. Your voice calls out to me when I lie still at night. My breath is altered with every syllable that rolls off your tongue. I cling to your every word and wonder if you feel the same emptiness I feel when I’m alone.
I’d like to hold you in my arms tonight, and if I had a saxophone, I’d play it for you, although I suspect I’d quickly realize I can’t impress you with a sax in the way I’d want to — in a perfect way.
You know my bumps in life and roll over them neatly.
I listen over and over to your fellowship until I realize who the fool really is. (Hint: It’s me, for the record.)
And I know that I’ve fallen hard and just want to ask one question…
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My mother still doesn’t believe you even exist. She says it’s impossible. … If I can get a stamp, I’ll mail another card today. If not, I’ll try and mail it tomorrow.
If anyone ever wonders why it takes dreamers so long to carry out their dreams, you need to look only at the lonely hearts who have to overcome the objections of their own mother. I thank God that my brother had enough faith to die for me.
If you are wondering what true love looks like, it is shaped like a cross. ❤️ (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8_4B8IHHRy/?igshid=xvid8r52284x
#HappyChristmas!
Libby sleeping.
Something new I penned ...
The day I left in the rain
I have many “worsts,” but the night where I left you in the rain gives me chills and my stomach knots just thinking about it.
I remember that I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and find a way to make everything all right.
I was hurt when you tore my heart to pieces and slammed it on the pavement.
The next day, though, I was thankful to have been with you just for the short time we were together. (I had planned to pop the question the weekend after we broke up.)
Now I just want to find a way to jump to the end and see if what I think is what actually will be. (My mother says I’m putting the cart before the horse, which is true, but I feel pressed for time.)
I could live without you, but just typing those words made me cry, so I know what the real answer is: My life is not complete without you.
I’ve imagined it in many different ways. They all involve sunlight.
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The spirit of comparison Will rob you of identity Because you will be too busy Focused on who you’re not Instead of who you were created to be
Before you were in your mother’s womb You were known by God You are uniquely and wonderfully made No need for a facade
You don’t have to fake the funk Or try to be like what you see The anointing on our lives is on the REAL you And on the REAL me
I need you to remember And don’t you ever forget That the real you is a weapon And one of satan’s biggest threats — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2PDoqQp
A bonus mix for the night -- dedicated to my bros up in Memphis and all of you crazies in Tennessee (including my kin). Looking forward to a trip to Nashville soon! Hope some of you can join me!
Coming tonight (or tomorrow, depending on where you’re at) ...
