Message From The Divine

And He gave some as apostles, and some as prophets, and some as evangelists, and some as pastors and teachers,

So,

Listen to the God in me as He teaches me to teach you.

Through His teaching, we are divinely inspired so this is the
DIVINE EXPRESSION


Sunday, March 22, 2009

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday love


Sitting here at the computer instead of somewhere between an REM cycle, I am engrossed in thought. Aside from working and schooling, this is what I do the most. I think too much, laugh too much, talk too much. John says, "Extra is always better" but I am still not quite sure if I agree or not. Sometimes just enough is enough and even not enough is acceptable but too much usually does more harm than good. Have you ever had someone to call you too much? Love you too much? Need you too much? Exactly my point. Heck, Jesus loved the world so much that He died. Now if that does not lend credence to my point, then I don't know what will. Too much of a good thing is a bad thing. Too much soda, too much pizza, or too much candy. Stick with just enough or a little less than enough. Show too much skin and you are labeled a whore, show just enough and you are labeled, "sexy." And sexy beats slorish woman anyday. What is a slore, you ask? A slore is a cross between a slut and a whore and who wants to be one of those? You know, when I started typing I had no idea where this would go but it seems to be a good place to park for a minute. Now I know sometimes my mind is faster than my hands so if I lost you we are talking about too much of a good thing. Life is all about balance. You have to find the happy medium. The median between abject starvation and seven-sin gluttony. You know, there's a fine line between large-sized and Whattasized. This medium is all about knowing yourself and I guess that is the hardest part. It is so easy to know other people and read other people, "like a book" but knowing thyself can prove to be pretty challenging. We spend so much time with ourselves that it is easy to overlook who we are. It is akin to gaining or losing weight. Until someone else comments on how svelte or samoan we look, we don't even realize we are teetering dangerously close to anorexic/overeaters anonymous. So with this and that said, I am going to bed to think about how to tread the line. Holding fast somewhere between giving too much or keeping something for myself.