The Next Big thing

I'm frustrated. I'm stuck wanting the "Next Big thing" to happen in my life. Maybe its a awesome business ideal, a multi-million dollar invention or winning a sweepstakes. It frustrates me that I equate money and joy when I see people all of the time who have tons of money and are miserable. Maybe I'm thinking about how our car could die... but I don't remind myself enough that we got it for free. Or maybe I recall how I haven't purchased new clothes in years ad have tons of holes in mine... at the same time I often fail to recall the person who made my tattered jeans possibly earns 9 cents a day for making them... or think about the millions of people around the world with no clothes at all. I just wish our society didn't make you feel bad for looking less than- because for me, accepting the "less than" puts my heart at ease because today, I'd rather appear less than and give all the money that I would have spent on a shopping spree to the poor. The irony is that I have to go spend money on new jeans anyway because in my society, I can't walk around naked.

Hmm

All I need is one line, one Word from God to make me see

One time, one try from Him to me.

Then I give Him one glance, one listening ear.

He's told me more than one time

I'm not listening enough to hear.

He's told me again today how I often waste my time.

I've become the Martha and not Mary

haven't embraced peace sublime.

All it takes is one time

one minute for me to see

that in His two arms lies peace

In just two arms that this break-back pace subsides

Those two arms carried me from my live to die.

So die I must if I want to be free.

Die again today

Dying to me.