Flee!
Don't just stand there
gazing
at your so-called-home.
Yes,
God scattered you to the land
of the north but
Now
is the time to escape
before Babylon steals your heart.
Not ever place we are led to
are we to stay.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Forgetting
Note: This is not a totally encompassing statement/thought. It probably doesn't include you.
I wonder about friendships. Real, true, honest, best friends forever.
Sometimes I see a friend on facebook, or an old picture and wonder what happened. What made everything become nothing. I evaluate my own heart--did you become less? No. No, you are not less. I still love and cherish our friendship. And so the question becomes about you. When did you stop caring. Or trying.
Being a real friend is exhausting. I'll definitely admit that's true. But is it so easy to throw away a friendship?
I had a friend once who knew everything about me. All the bad stuff and good stuff. I think that's because I knew I was safe to tell, to grow as a person and not try to hide all the scars. But now none of that exists. And I wonder what they did with all my secrets. More painful than telling others is, the fact that it simply doesn't matter to them anymore.
And so why invest in friendships as they come? I've been analyzing them recently. How much should I invest in this or that person because if we're not going to stay friends then I don't want to go through the effort to become real friends.
And so I wonder about friends. Real. True. Honest. Best friends forever friends. And wonder why it still hurts that you probably don't even remember we were best friends. And wondering why I weigh my words so carefully now with "friends".
I wonder about friendships. Real, true, honest, best friends forever.
Sometimes I see a friend on facebook, or an old picture and wonder what happened. What made everything become nothing. I evaluate my own heart--did you become less? No. No, you are not less. I still love and cherish our friendship. And so the question becomes about you. When did you stop caring. Or trying.
Being a real friend is exhausting. I'll definitely admit that's true. But is it so easy to throw away a friendship?
I had a friend once who knew everything about me. All the bad stuff and good stuff. I think that's because I knew I was safe to tell, to grow as a person and not try to hide all the scars. But now none of that exists. And I wonder what they did with all my secrets. More painful than telling others is, the fact that it simply doesn't matter to them anymore.
And so why invest in friendships as they come? I've been analyzing them recently. How much should I invest in this or that person because if we're not going to stay friends then I don't want to go through the effort to become real friends.
And so I wonder about friends. Real. True. Honest. Best friends forever friends. And wonder why it still hurts that you probably don't even remember we were best friends. And wondering why I weigh my words so carefully now with "friends".
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