My favorite outings start with a trip to my local 7/11. Carrying an armful of snacks and a slushie brings me emence joy. The memory of it takes me back to the sky painted as the sun rises illuminating the flowers. I remember loving the scent of the early morning. I miss the feeling as I drove those early mornings. Travel has always been close to my heart. Some mornings the fog would be so thick you couldn't see past it. These were the days I would rub the sleep out of my eyes. Still I loved it. Singing to the worship music not realizing the meaning of everything I was singing, until I did. Jesus awoke me one morning. Awoke my spirit. I decided then to follow him. In a stuffy car with a 7/11 slushy, fog on the horizon, and worship music playin on the radio. An unanswered prayer became answered in an instant. And for the first time I felt his peace. For the first time I knew he was real. For the first time I prayed knowing he was listening. I decided then to tell him that I would seek him until I found him. I would love him because he first loved me.
But that's all bullshit, put into my head by people I wanted so badly to fit in with. Peer pressure is a bitch.
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PoetryPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.
