Thank you for not falling asleep.
Thank you that you don’t dilly-dally and piddle around. You don’t watch TV or cruise the net or check your likes.
It’s interesting that you’ve got all the time in the world (wait—really all the time in the universe; wait—you’ve got more than time, you’ve got eternity), and you could piddle all you want and STILL get everything done. But, somehow, I don’t picture you piddling.
All your waking hours, you fulfill your purpose, your love, your goals. I’m guessing that’s a pretty joyful thing to you.
Did you cause Bruce Springsteen to say, “It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive,” or was that just him?
When I play the bongos, is that piddling, or is that being glad I’m alive?
I may go hatin’ on myself and second-guessing myself, but you never do. Forgive me for always questioning my motives and judging myself, as if I’m my own God. It can sound like humility, but really it’s me setting up my own standards and then being my own judge. which means I’m kind of taking on your role, right? Forgive me.
When a person thinks too much about himself, it goes sour, doesn’t it…
I’m rambling here, but just now when I read this
he who keeps you will not slumber (Ps 121.3)
it made me grateful and relaxed, and it made me think about how this world is yours, and I’m yours, and you know exactly what you’re doing, and you’re always awake taking care of things, without ever getting tired. It’s wonderful.
Thanks for making me your kid,
Gary
