Re-entry is everything all at once.
I am a man in transition.
I’ve started writing again. It seems to come and go. Here are a couple snippets from my recent scribblings, which hopefully will help to illustrate the beauty/difficulty/confusion/fullness/brokenness/hope of transitions:
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“So aware of life
love has that affect
the fragrance of the present
the sweetness of His presence
cold winter air fills my
lungs as I breathe in
melodies from heaven
fill the air as I breath out
the future is waiting on
my doorstep, keys in
hand, full tank
of gas, ready
for the open road
(we’ll drive with the windows open…)”
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“I don’t know how to do laser tag.
I’m too broken.
Their are women in dungeons
and boys with empty stomachs
and people freezing
and thirsty
and hopeless
and sick.
I don’t know how to relate.
I just sit there and
can’t think of anything to say.”
…
“And I had money,
I could have given my lunch or the money I had,
and I didn’t.
I just kept walking.
I was overwhelmed
because I couldn’t help them all.”
…
“I’ve been venturing out
into deep waters and
I haven’t yet learned
how to swim.
(I need to find a shore.)”
…
“I am:
Absolutely in love with Jesus! Christ the King!
Absolutely blessed with the friends God has brought into my life.
Absolutely excited for what the future holds.
Absolutely sure, that today is a good day and its only getting better!
I am, absolutely, so aware, of life.”
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Thanks for taking time to read thoughts from a man in transition. If you would like to help this man in transition land on his feet, ask God how you can do so. If you would like prayer for anything feel free to contact me. It’s gonna be a good day!
~michael
