You may be wondering where I've been. Here goes...
After the death of Julie, I chilled. I sat back in remembrance of a woman who had brought such a joy to my life. I knew God bowed his head in sovereignty and made a decision basis on his will and I was content and pleased by his majesty. I know HE knows what he's doing; however, I'm easing into tomorrow with a stride of hesitation. I should have been prepared for what life gives. I was unaware that life had the capacity to throw my emotions into such a whirlwind of uncertainty, as it is now. Although, my employment couldn't be more prosperous (I've gotten a promotion, supervisor no less), my social life has taken another hit.
On Thursday, in a parked Saturn on the Southwestern region of my home city, a gun accidentally went off and shot a black male in the back possibly leaving him paralyzed from the midsection of his torso down… to his feet. This person is one of the most important people in my life and can be partial credited as a (main) reason I am as destiny-focused as I am. I've had a limited amount of sleep since Thursday because I've been at the hospital above trying to keep him company and give him some reassurance. Yet, he reassured me.
Yesterday, I was sitting by his bedside apparently spaced out thinking of how I was going to prioritize my life, not only to accommodate me, but him also. There is no question my life is going on hold to help him become an independent man, I owe him that much. Noticing my reflective look on my face he asked me what I was thinking about. I told him how I felt without explaining too much to make him worry. Then he opened his mouth and startled me with a divine concept he'd receive years ago and now understands. He proceeded to tell me to wait… in the meanwhile.
An amazing and brief statement of confidence sent my mind into overdrive. I, first, was trying to figure out how a man, who was shot four days ago and possibly never going to walk again, could take his focus from his obstacles and reach into MY soul placing a nugget of truth such as… in the meanwhile. The …in the meanwhile notion, he indicated, was a point of waiting and NOT asking God to fix the problem, but fix ME in the problem.
It's where prayer, supplication, self-awareness, and reality collide to create a moment of serenity; an interval of supreme quiet; a period of universal oneness and is wrapped neatly in God's will and called… in the meanwhile.
So… I'm just going to wait and see what God has to say… and chill, cry, weep, laugh, scream, yell, and praise his holy name…and wait…
In The Meanwhile.
After the death of Julie, I chilled. I sat back in remembrance of a woman who had brought such a joy to my life. I knew God bowed his head in sovereignty and made a decision basis on his will and I was content and pleased by his majesty. I know HE knows what he's doing; however, I'm easing into tomorrow with a stride of hesitation. I should have been prepared for what life gives. I was unaware that life had the capacity to throw my emotions into such a whirlwind of uncertainty, as it is now. Although, my employment couldn't be more prosperous (I've gotten a promotion, supervisor no less), my social life has taken another hit.
On Thursday, in a parked Saturn on the Southwestern region of my home city, a gun accidentally went off and shot a black male in the back possibly leaving him paralyzed from the midsection of his torso down… to his feet. This person is one of the most important people in my life and can be partial credited as a (main) reason I am as destiny-focused as I am. I've had a limited amount of sleep since Thursday because I've been at the hospital above trying to keep him company and give him some reassurance. Yet, he reassured me.
Yesterday, I was sitting by his bedside apparently spaced out thinking of how I was going to prioritize my life, not only to accommodate me, but him also. There is no question my life is going on hold to help him become an independent man, I owe him that much. Noticing my reflective look on my face he asked me what I was thinking about. I told him how I felt without explaining too much to make him worry. Then he opened his mouth and startled me with a divine concept he'd receive years ago and now understands. He proceeded to tell me to wait… in the meanwhile.
An amazing and brief statement of confidence sent my mind into overdrive. I, first, was trying to figure out how a man, who was shot four days ago and possibly never going to walk again, could take his focus from his obstacles and reach into MY soul placing a nugget of truth such as… in the meanwhile. The …in the meanwhile notion, he indicated, was a point of waiting and NOT asking God to fix the problem, but fix ME in the problem.
It's where prayer, supplication, self-awareness, and reality collide to create a moment of serenity; an interval of supreme quiet; a period of universal oneness and is wrapped neatly in God's will and called… in the meanwhile.
So… I'm just going to wait and see what God has to say… and chill, cry, weep, laugh, scream, yell, and praise his holy name…and wait…
In The Meanwhile.
