Befuddled!
I am utterly befuddled!
walked into a shop
right...
thought I'd have a calm night
right...
buy little this, little that and wine
right...
run out barely with my life!
grocery shop have saber toothed prices
right!!
Stressed and befuddled!
thought I could give some help
yeah...
cause I'm a good guy
yeah...
Samaritan and all of that
yeah...
expletives were my best friend today
yeah..
Now I know my place
yeah!!
dumbstruck and Befuddled!
Usually I give good advice
right...
so being a good friend
right...
I decided to help them out
right...
The tongue lashing almost crippled me
right!!
Now I am betroubled.
In this great, big beautiful life
all I have is Befuddled.
Tag: Life is a journey
Just Because
Just because I could I did and now I wonder why? But I wish I knew why before it falls a part.
Life
Life You don't need things to enjoy life- you need life to enjoy things (Myles Munroe) Why worry as if you have no life in you? You are rich because you have life. Why be sad and be confused? You know what you must do look for the answers theyhave been locked inside of you. Why stare in dismay and not pray? Once you say what you must say then do what you must do real dreams do come through. Life offers so much take your pieace
Grant Us Peace
Grant Us Peace I know how it feels when the arrow pierces your skin hits bone and goes deeper within piercing the very soul. I have cried out in anguish throat raw with blood choking in the blood from remember what has been. I have died a little each time I realise life doesn't get easier because you will it so or because you think you know the heart of your most loved brethren. I have woken many nights with blood shot-eyes after seeing the mangled bodies of innocent lambs slaughtered just because of man and man. I know of bone chilling things that languishes without and within of a trauma filled void growing wider and deeper it seems. I have tasted the petrifingly dark taste of putrid flesh as it melts away from the wasted. So in this hour, another dark moment a constant threat that will be filled with many regret. Grant us Peace!
That Day
That Day
S.G
That day
I woke up and the sun was shining
and all was right with the world.
It was an ordinary day
just another day...
That day
I laughed
ate
and played
just like any other day...
Then my world stopped
that day
I was faced with death
that day my world shifted off Centre
and has never realigned...
Now doom is everywhere
Father time smiles no more
and I can hear no longer
my own childish laughter
nor feel
the beat of the wonder of young bloom.
In my web of doubt
I am caught
and choke at my own uncertainties...
That day
not long ago
when you left me
you took a small bit of my soul...
Life is a Lie
Do not believe anything!
Well that seems to be what we should take from all the craziness we are expected to deal with on a daily basis.
It seems that the truth is only that for the person who does not want anyone else to know that they are lying. Fake apologies are now a dime a dozen, and we don’t know how Real looks anymore. We accept lies for truth and reject the truth for what our poor brains can accept as a desired reality – which is not the reality.
It’s now common to hate when we have to face our own shortcomings, because being the victim makes you a hero fit for your own pedestal. We have become suspicious of raw emotions and find comfort it rehearsed parts played by terrible actors. When you see someone who is the right package, it may be that it has been put together with the blood, sweat and tears of their poor victims- this time real ones. Also, if you look closely you will see that there are misfits and tapes where everything should be seamless.
So, here we are years later, with the truth. What do we do with it? Can we go back and reclaim our time from people who wasted it with their lies. Ah, no. Sadly, there is nothing we can do but accept that we have been duped by legions of distractions, ones who came close to derailing us from our truth.
We have become comfortable with the The Dream and life has really become a dream. An alternate reality to capture what we have decided is real.
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?
- Lewis Carroll (from "Life is but a Dream")
Tapestry Of Life
Can you imagine being at a place where you can say: EVERY aspect of my life was necessary and perfect, where each painful step you took led to you imperfect perfect and it was good?
Maybe some of us are there, wish to get there or are getting there, but we all what to have that eureka moment.
When I was younger I was introduced to Mills and Boons novels and I loved them until I did not. I fell out of love with them, because they all had the same story line. The same predictable start, middle and ending.
So too with life.
People tend to hate the mundane, the predictable and either make up things in their heads or chase the thrills and ultimately spills of life. However, when it comes to obstacles, things that challenge our ordinary world, we cry foul and ask why me. We want things to always be smooth sailing, to go exactly like we want it to go. But it never does, does it?
We bemoan those dreadful experiences, but at the same time, get a thrill out of retelling them, over and over and over again. We want to only be around good people and do good, yet somehow we find ourselves with the wrong crowd often doing the wrong things. This, after just promising that the last mistake would be the last mistake while doing the current mistake that will soon be the last mistake. In essence we confuse ourselves.
But you know what? It all matters. The terrible mistakes that you have and will continue to make. It all matters. When you look back at everything you have and are yet to experience, there will be plenty bittersweet moments that you will be glad you experienced.
Yes, life I think is like a tapestry.
I mean I have not seen many tapestry at all – if any in real life. But from what I can see we all have varied experiences. There are things that did not come together as we envisioned or planned, but they are a part of our story. Moments we wish we could relive because they were the exemption to the rules. Perfect – or so they seem-moments; remember people, perfect is relative.
Our tapestry though filled with imperfect stitches can be a masterpiece if we remember to let God direct the pattern that the final product will take. No one said that the pieces have to match, they just need be the layers that you become as the tapestry is woven by your actions.
We all need to remember this:
Every single thread of our lives is vital to our tapestry and arranged by the wisdom and power of God.
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