Living Broke

Having a broken spirit can be a very humbling experience. Gets you to thinking about what's really and truly important to you...or it can lead you into a very disturbing wave of what I'd like to call otha shyt. I am truly glad to know that God's got everything under control. I forget at times and it becomes a whirlwind. Know what I'm sayin?

I would wonder if that is some sort of mind control of some made up idealogy/formed theology, but it ain't really set up like that to me. You know how you live life and feel like you can truly say that you've seen it all? Then something else happens and slaps a new reality in front of you? Well fast forward a lil bit, if you can. Even that situation has been worked out. Why not KNOW then that the present will soon be known as PAST. I don't know. I'm rambling...right.

I had to learn this again; you know REMEMBER? Forgetting is an interesting action. We switch our thoughts to suit the environment that we are dealing with. Living in fear of something or another.

Katrina did it for me. My city is still strong, though nobody thought it'd be so. I have to make a trip to the Mississippi coast, though. When I get [10-20 miles from] there and see life bustling, I'll know that God must have ALREADY had things taken care of before the storm ever got there.

So as the storms of life keep on raging around us and in our life (there's a gospel song by Wintley Phipps that is straight gutta...but I digress), we should have comfort in knowing that what we see right now does not matter for the long haul.

Call me crazy if you must. What I truly am is comfortable.