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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I’m getting antsy!
I’ve got some irons in the fire. Well, really, one massive iron that I pray will both retain its relative massosity (yes, I just made that up) and break off some of its mass to form two huge additonal irons. Like a planet named Possibilities, with its two moons: Opportunity and Blessings (Why yes, I am taking a geology class. How did you know?) There’s one tiny problem, though: I’m getting impatient. And it’s the kind of impatientness that stems from one part jealousy and two parts anticipation. That’s the worst kind of impatience that I’ve known, because it’s an almost impossible struggle to be happy for and encouraging to people who are ready to yank their irons out, when you have one that kind of mocks you when you steal a glance at it, hoping that it might be ready earlier than promised. What’s that you say? Irons don’t talk? Quiet! You’re messing up my narrative. Anyway, it’s selfish and petty and it’s everything I strive not to be, but there it’s still there.
Anticipation…you wouldn’t think that would be a bad thing, right? However, I’m finding that since I’m so focused on the upcoming stage in my life, I’m losing all appreciation for what’s going on right now. Today’s prayer is that God quiets my overstimulated heart so that I can revel in the stillness while I have it. Anyone feeling similar?
I…this has to be my child. Future child, hear me: you will wear this!
(Source: swimmiesofdoom)
Let me clarify…
How clarity is defined:
clarity |ˈklaritē|
noun
the quality of being clear, in particular
• the quality of coherence and intelligibility
• the quality of being easy to see or hear
• the quality of being certain or definite
• the quality of transparency or purity
How clarity sounds (hint: it’s beautiful)
How clarity feels:
John Mayer describes it as that feeling right after you wake up and right before everything that you were apprehensive about the day before comes rushing back. I have no idea what that feeling is; the good, the bad and the indifferent stays with me, whether I’m conscious or not.
For me, clarity is that time of day when the sun in much lower in the sky; maybe an hour or two before dusk. Something about the impending setting of the sun brings urgency to the matters that need it most and burns away my frivolous worries from hours earlier. It brings focus. It brings clarity. I have had more moments like that than I can count over my life and I had an especially poignant one yesterday. It’s like God’s way of saying, “What are you doing with this other stuff over here? I got that. You deal with the tasks that I’ve given you.” The feeling is kind of exhilarating and scary and peaceful. And fleeting. I know that I’ll need another one when I leave work Monday afternoon. I know this already. Thankfully, I also know that He’ll give it to me. One step at a time, right?
