I decided I want to post a poem every now and then, maybe on Wednesdays, so I’m already a day off. The following is I think the weirdest poem I have – that truly came from a dream that Mama had a few years ago. I poked at it a bit today. I’ll show this one to just get it all out there that I’m not normal. The poem is nothing like my usual stuff, but every time I read it, it interests me.
Another thing: Colin and Leslie came over last night, and we talked about death, and I’ve never been so encouraged. Imagine that. Colin said that often we talk about Christ’s death like the physical part of it was the real trauma. He talked about what must have happened in the spirit world. Think Perfection taking on humanity’s history of sin, disease, guilt, addiction, pain, anything that came from the fall. All the while, Jesus must have been separated from the Father. I was able to worship Him this morning thinking about our true freedom from what He conquered. Any comments about Christ’s being separated from the Father? It’s blowing my mind.
Do we break the NO RELIGION OR POLITICS rule here, or what? It may be in my blood.
Another thing: My favorite verses today are Psalm 126: 5-6. Israel was celebrating His goodness and said it felt like a dream. They had believed in this promise for their homecoming. “Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting. He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed, shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.”
On to mothering: Isaac used the Bramlett’s window seal to put his first true notch on the Tough Guy Belt. His notches are also my notches. I got a notch on my Don’t Freak Out Belt (not at the Bramletts, by the way, but at the blood). It will make a cool scar.