I’m being humbled.
What I avoid and steer clear of because of its putridity, I’m learning has a home in heaven. The most deplorable experiences that I have been a part of can all be cleaned up in the healing arms of Jesus.
I fight this. Wanting for a soul to learn their place in the world, what occurs instead is that I am pushed down, and taught. It isn’t my place to project my own stench on another when I’ve got to be cleansed from the inside, deep in my soul.
I spend too much time worrying about the cents of the world, and not stopping to enjoy the roses.
A Brave New Heaven 