The Robin and the Sparrow.

Said the robin to the sparrow,
“I should really like to know,
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about and worry so.”

Said the sparrow to the robin,
“Friend I think that it must be,
That they have no Heavenly Father,
Such as cares for you and me."

- Unkown Author.

I think that will be my next tattoo.

Of course once I am out of debt and have developed a habit and a passion of giving generously.

Hehe.

Seriously though.

Hush it.... I can't hear.

I know it's 1-something in the morning, but this spilling of words won't relent until I release them. So prepare for some blogger spillage.

I just got off the phone with a friend. We had a long, challenging, difficult yet beautiful conversation that revealed his incredible fear of the unknown future;

which made me realize

I am jobless. I am single. And I have 14 dollars to my name.

I have no clue what is going to happen tomorrow,

and it is sweeter than Grandma Shirley's homemade chocolate birthday cake.


When I wake up in the morning (which I'm gunna say will be around 10-ish) there waiting for me will be an endless amount of opportunity and possibility.

I can allow my past to tell me that my future will be filled with nothing but disappointment, rejection and failure.

Or I can humbly listen to my past for it's opinion, thank it for all it's worth, and then tell it to sit down and please be quiet.

The key thing here is telling it to be quiet. Because, you see, my past only has one volume; LOUD. And if I continue to let it talk, then I won't be able to hear what the opportunities and possibilities are saying. The future will be drowned out by the past.



I can honestly say that I do not know what God has planned for me in a few minutes, tomorrow, next week, next month, a year from now, ten years from now.... (you get what I am saying).

And on this night of August 26, 2009.... I find pleasure, peace and excitement in that.


It's an adventure waiting to be had.


It's Megan Lee's Adventure.
Goodnight.

The leap.

"You are a breathtaking reflection of God's heart for me. Of how he pursued me and loved me, even when I didnt love myself."



I CANNOT wait to say that one day.



But the getting there, the time between right now and "that one day" is terrifying at the least. Allowing the possibility for someone to love and/or reject me is scary as hell.

Well maybe not as scary as hell. Cause I hear that place sucks pretty bad.

But you get what I'm saying.




One thing's for sure: It will never get to the point of "gritball."
(I know I'm 5 years late on seeing Medea's Family Reunion, but I think seeing it today was perfect timing)