Maturity

I thank my parents for making sure I was at 123 Wessen St. Pontiac, MI every Sunday at 9:30am. Not only that, but I thank them for living what I was learning. Because of that, and because of them, even my unholiest moments, I'm still covered. I'm rooted and grounded. Looking at society and today's future, I HAVE to represent that solid rock. Too much sinking sand.

On most days, my mind moves faster than I can process. I feel like John Nash. I haven't been perfect by any means, but I feel like God and I have grown closer than we've every been. Fact of the matter is, we may have been this close before, but before he had his training wheels on me. Now that I am riding my bike, I can look over and see that he's riding right next to me. It feels great.

I don't know much about what I am doing, but I thank God for the calm spirit that I have. I am okay. I am happy. I love life. Each day is truly a blessing and I realize that as I see each day.

When I was online (don't suspend me!) I had no problem learning information (Einstein Que), especially poems. My ADP would always say "you might know the poem, but wait till you go through something and the poem takes meaning - you'll never forget it." 7 years later, he's absolutely right. Roo. But the prayers that I have been saying since I was a kid have so much meaning now. It is truly amazing. I am past the point of repetitive information, and each night and morning beside my bed, in front of a meal, before an interview, before and after travel, and so on is a chance to grow, reflect, praise, ask for council, and just talk. Failure to do so results in a serious disconnect.

Ha, This thing called life...