THE TIME: 1:05 aM
THE MUSIC: flustered sounds outside my bedroom window.
THE MOMENT: bed, pajamas, writing by laptop lights.
Tonight I was walking home when a question snuck up behind me…
“Lyndsi Shae, WHAT are you doing?!”
I realized… that I didn’t really know.
That wasn’t enough.
It jumped in front of me, blocked my path, and demanded an answer.
“LYNDSI SHAE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
These days…
Answers aren’t coming in like clean-shaven black-and-white suited messengers.
They’re more like big burly cave men that just grunt and point in a general direction.
I know the vague outer-workings of what I should do.
I know where.
I do not know why.
I do not know how.
I do not know with who.
I am tempted to want God to explain the very interior of His will for me.
Tonight, I let the uncertainty shake me to standing still.
“Lyndsi Shae, what are you doing?”
That is enough.
"I just noticed that you talk to strangers like they're your friends."
--Girl in my line last night.
1 comment:
no worries. i have no game, either. as was painfully evident in the past 24 hours. but regardless of your lack of game...i love you and i can see that plan formin within a cute boy's head.
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