Carried Away

Carried Away

freeverse about the beauty, yet complexity, that is life.

Butterflies, like Jazz;
Frenetic and free.
The chords corral
Into something fairly distinguishable.
Sound? No. Something deeper:
Beauty.
Yes, that's it.

Flitting along as best we can,
Some of us are better at improvising
Than others.
Some of us can play saxophone.
Some get "caught up"
In translucent melodies.

A zigzag journey
Through open space.
Humid this summer
With something like tears,
Or maybe like joy!

We meet in the center
Of the meadow.
Some of us land
On spindles of grass
Resting--
Before the music
Lifts us up again.

And we're carried away . . .

When I Am Afraid

Anxiety: Anxiety is a serious ailment of the mind--common among the human race, as serious as cancer. It may not kill the body, but it kills the spirit. See only proven remedy in the above video. 
  

That's from the official Oxford Lindsey Dictionary. Pretty legit.

This summer, I'm memorizing Bible verses related to anxiety and fear. I must find a way to combat this, or  as threatening circumstances loom on the horizon I will become, metaphorically, a zombie trapped in a haunted house, even haunting myself. Yeah, that doesn't sound fun. The book of 1 Peter says to "cast your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you."  Peter could have instructed us to "place" our anxiety, "offer" our anxiety, give, surrender, kiss your anxiety goodbye. Instead, he chose the word "cast," which means "to throw off or away"-- a violent action for a violent illness. Listen to this song I found. It is an anthem of trust to a God bigger than my fears, even the fears guaranteed to come to fruition.

I Love You

"If you love someone... you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise... the moment just passes you by."

- from My Best Friend's Wedding

I say "I love you" a lot, especially to my friends (I need to say it to my family more often.) Some say the words "I love you" have become stale from overuse. Some think the phrase is said too flippantly. True, the words can be said mechanically, without any truth behind them. Someone can say "I love you" without feeling it in the moment. It is also true that the phrase can be used in a warped, perverted sense. However, there can also be a positive force propelling the words, even in repetition.  

Couldn't the world do with a little more love, after all? Must we be so careful in saying these words, fearing our motives behind them? Love is not just a feeling! It is a choice: an everyday, every minute, every-time-my-heart-beats choice. And when I say "I love you" I am affirming that choice, whether or not I feel it. 

My encouragement would be to treasure these words, however rare you hear them. Cherish these words, though you may hear them a hundred times a day. Give them freely. Let them rain on dry soil and bring healing to hungry hearts.

"Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing."

- Proverbs 12:19 

Let's start a discussion! What do you all think of the words "I love you"? Are they said too often or not enough?