~ Sometimes a song comes on the radio and I’m really glad to be alive and hearing it in that moment.
~ Sometimes I wish the warm water worked in public restroom faucets and the air conditioner didn’t.
~ Sometimes I dislike religious bumper stickers! I saw this today, “R u ready for J.C.?” Okay there’s no sometimes about it – I always dislike them.
~ Sometimes I want to run amok screaming at the top of my lungs, “This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be! Don’t you see it? Can’t you feel it? It’s all backwards and upside down!”
~ Sometimes I wish living in the tension of the paradox of this narrow road was less tense and paradoxical.
~ Sometimes I wish I didn’t know what I know so I could do what I wanted and not what I know is right. See comment above.
~ Sometimes I wish I could completely obliterate all pat-answers and cliche’s from the mouth and keyboard of every living person. Our wounds and stories and struggles and triumphs are deeper and more complex than the one-liners. Stop it. Please.
~ Sometimes silence really is best. See comment above.
~ Sometimes I want to shut-up and hole-up and never speak or write again. But I can’t help myself. Story of my life.
~ Sometimes I’m so utterly stunned by the reality of Jesus - His life, His words - that the much-ado-about-nothing in this world, both the secular and the religious, makes me angry and sad.
~ Sometimes I want to be spiteful, resenting and shutting people out of my life, for not doing for me as I have done for them (in whatever capacity. See self-righteous in Webster’s). But then I remember grace.