the art of conversation has died

I am sure if I had time to sit down and think about the things that bother me, texting during an actual face-to-face conversation would be at the top of my list. I know these days we are all very busy people with other things going on in our lives, but are we so busy we can't simply TALK to just one person for just a few minutes?

It's a nice-feeling-turned-empty when you finally get together with someone after rescheduling, and rescheduling coffee dates, then mid conversation they start constantly texting someone else. Suddenly "it's so nice to finally see you" turns into "uh-huh.."'s while looking down at their screen.

I love you friends, dearly, but texting while I am talking to you doesn't scream love back.

Perhaps I am too old-fashioned for these new aged techie things. But, to me, it's rude and disrespectful.

Devil's Advocate

Sometimes you gotta go a little crazy. Sometimes you gotta call your best friend and let it all out. Sometimes you gotta talk about your inner demons, and cry. A lot. And sometimes in public. But at least, your best friend has your hand. And tissue.

I've been my own devil's advocate lately. The devil in me has been testing, rather wearing out, my positive side. Breaking me down. I'm losing sight of myself.

I do not care to expand. I think it is time for me to step back in order to figure it all out.

I've lost touch with my sense of purpose. I have lost sight of God's plan for me. I thought I had it figured out, I was pleased with the Grace He has showered upon me. But, I am lost. Maybe I have lost sight of God. I seem to give Him my leftovers, maybe... I dunno? I need some time.




But the LORD has become my fortress,
and my God the rock in whom I take refuge.
-Psalm 94:22

I need to cry.

Breathe in, Breathe out.

At least I feel real.