There Will Come A Day

When I was a child the world was so big. I would spin the globe in my father's study in wonder while the colors of countries ran together in motion, creating a pulsing of blue and deep browns. I knew no matter where the globe would come to rest there would be an adventure to be had. I would think, "One day I'll go there," as my finger found its place on the old sphere. In my mind I had a fedora, just like Indiana Jones, a whip too. I didn't know where Caracas was. I didn't care. It was somewhere else and it was most definitely full of temples to be explored.
I will get there.
Maybe not Caracas, but I have begun and I will continue to explore. There will come a day.

If I create...

There are times when I am eating alone that I am amused by the very idea of what I'm doing. Of course I understand the need for nourishment, but when you really think about what is happening it's kind of humorous. It is almost synonymous... no, metaphorical for why I, we, anyone creates anything.
The guy at the pizza place puts dough, cheese and tomato sauce together to create a pizza. Why?
So I can tear it apart. He takes time to make something so I can literally chew it into pieces. What does he get out of it? Some paper with green pictures on it which he will give to someone else so he can have something to tear apart.
I sew a shirt.
I write a song.
I paint a picture.
I bake a cake.
Why?
So we can be used. And we will be... but we'll enjoy it. We make careers out of it.
And it's okay because I'll chew your creation if you chew mine. I'll trade my conception for yours.

How Did I Miss This?

I should have been more aware...

jónsi: Concert Timelapse at The Wiltern Theatre from Henry Jun Wah Lee on Vimeo.

Thankful

Today I went for a run... outside.  It's early November in Indiana.  Normally this would not be advised, but for the past few days we have been experiencing somewhat of an Indian Summer of sorts.  I don't run far and I don't run fast.  My main goal is to simply get my heartbeat raised slightly to burn some coffee calories away.  My iPod was set to shuffle and my mind was intently focused on the rhythmic pain that emitted up my legs with each stride.  As my iPod chose the next song, which just so happened to be Filter's "Take A Picture" I was hit with an immediate sense of thankfulness.  "Thankful to who?" you might ask.  As the song progressed I realized that this beautiful day, my ability to run and breathe and laugh, and my future are all gifts from my Creator.  The pain of each stride was being replaced with thoughts of things that I should be thankful for, and as each one flashed into my mind's eye I whispered "Thank You."


Many times I find myself wondering what is next and asking God, "Will you do this for me?  Will you protect me?  Will you have your hand on my life?"  Too often I forget to say, "Thank you, God, for your many blessings and your will and plan for my life."  So, thank you.