Writing In A Chair In the Middle of the Grass

Out here I'm alone and I like it. I don't particularly enjoy being alone, but sometimes I prefer to be by myself and just take in the silence. It's funny: most people don't know when to stop talkingm but at the same time are completely unaware of when to speak up and say something. i mean the words that are meant and intended to be said. Not the gross gossip, or latest updates on other people's private lives. The newlywed sneaking up behind his wife to kiss her on the cheek when she's doing laundry and he says, "Be careful with my delicates now!" The old man bringing his wife of 40 years her iced tea and says, "Want some sugar too?" as he grins and tenderly gives her a peck on the lips. Okay, I've been reading way too many romance novels lately, but you catch my drift.

The point is God has given me this perfect part of the day to sit outside and clear my thoughts of anything but Him and His love for me. Seriously, the wind is blissful because it reminds me of the ocean, or open fields of grass and never-ending directions to frolic in. Yes, frolic. It is a very awesome past time everyone should try at one point. It's like dancing for Jesus in the fashion I believe He intended for us; shameless, exciting, and liberating while being surrounded by His glorious creations.

I shall conclude with lyrics to a song I'm listening to at the moment of my ruminations:

"Because of Your cross my debt is paid
Because of Your blood my sins are washed away
Now all of my life I freely give
Because of Your love, because of Your love I live"