as blood drips from my open wound, self inflicted wound, I notice pain. pain the sense that doesn't make sense. I never understood it really, I guess cause it was always here with me. I have an uncle who's doctors tell him he's on the scale used for measuring womens pain, for childbirth and unimagineable pain as such. He oddly enough is the most amazing uncle I have. His heart is pure, when he says he loves you, that is including the crap that you've screwed up in... he won't find out about something that blinds him to who you are .... I think that's what God is like except on a bigger scale... but pain... it's not just a feeling, it's a tool to get our hearts back to him.... B.
Posted by whitacre at September 18, 2003 05:20 PM | TrackBackI like what you say.
Posted by: JosiahQ at September 21, 2003 03:17 PM