this is just my opinion, but i feel like everyone should be a blogger. that, and a starbucks regular. these past few days in indiana have been rain and thunder. do i mind? not at all. when my body is tired and my soul feels slow, i find it glorious to be damp with raindrops imprinted on my clothes, my feet slipping out of my sandles from puddle stepping as i try to get from my car to the inside of a coffeeshop. moments like this, being this exhausted, there is more of my soul for god to touch. i couldn't care less of the cold, my own clumsiness that comes with barefeet, sandles, and puddles, and i certainly couldn't care less about being wet with discolored hair flattened to my scalp. i'm this walking soul today. and i found, appearances do not matter when your soul appears. it's the norm though, to keep it buried under a body and pretty jewels, and the norm... it's the death of us.
its pure terminology, the words life and death. terminology. they have to be. it's something i've been contemplating. people are here today, gone two days later, how can you cross it off your list of things to think about, especially when you see a body in a casket? perhaps this is graphic, but hear me out and be comfortable being uncomfortable. god is creator; god is alive. you can't tell me when death do us part we are no more. physically we are no more, okay we agree, but there has to be more unseen. god is intangible. we would become intangible, still alive, but alive being defined differently. it's a wonder what happens behind the scenes.
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