Searching in the Dark

With the drapes pulled tight,
and the door securely locked,
frantically I search the house,
looking for my socks.

Was that all I needed?
Is this all I want?
There was something else,
wasn't there?
I guess I don't know what.

The lights are dim,
the music's low,
and now,
so is my heart.

What am I searching for?
I think I used to know.
Climbing sideways up the mountain
is the hardest part.

Quarter-Life Crisis

I almost went to bed, but thought this article was severely important for most people my age.  We bought a Relevant Magazine today with some encouragement for the people somewhat new to the real world.

What To Know at 25ish: 11 Proven Ways to Avoid a Quarter-Life Crisis

From the Moon

My baby girl is walking and trying to run all over now.  I call this second year, The Year of Perpetual Head Bruises.  It never fails, as soon as one dent heals, another takes its place, if not before.  She comes running to me after the pavement makes its mark and wants to be squeezed.  I try to squeeze out all the pain, but in reality, me hugging her will do nothing for the pain.  But alas, it does help her to feel better.  

Right now, in this dirty world full of selfishness and carelessness, people are getting hurt.  It is a time of perpetual pain.  Yes, there are good times, too, like as soon as I set my baby down she takes off running happily again.  And of course, life is easier or harder for different people in different situations.  But while we are here, bad and horrible things will happen.  During those times, we need to run to our comforter for a squeeze.

For you've been a safe place for me, a good place to hide.  Strong God, I'm watching you do it, I can always count on you God, my dependable love.  

Psalms 59:17

Lots of different religions and philosophies encourage meditating, clearing the mind, or even just taking a break from whatever is bothersome.  But nothing beats just sitting quietly next to a good friend.  For some reason, God has not whisked us away to heaven yet, where there are no tears, but until then, he is there to hold our hand (or toss a football, if you prefer) to help us make it through.  I often imagine myself sitting with God on the moon, looking down on the frail world we live in.  Escaping from time and space, as if it is only a memory.  I only need a few minutes with a Good Friend to take a break, get a hug, then say, ok, it's time to jump back in.