Words

To simply get them off, the emotional and endearing, the ones I used to put on paper aimed at another, the ones I still use towards friends and family. To reel them in because they can so easily flow from my soul I forget the intended target, I forget that these words are almost worship and those are meant for Christ alone. For he has given within us a passion and desire, though it does not always seem like it is pushing us forward. This feeling of forward motion is addicting and I hope in it far too often. I love to feel as if I am moving towards something, not taking into mind the scenery, nor the road under my feet. This forward motion is addicting and a gift that was intended to keep my eyes not on earthly goals but in eternity, BEYOND the sun, not underneath it.