Lilies

Generally, if something is taking too too long to complete I believe there MUST be an easier way for me to do it. For example, pounding salt. One can buy salt in rock form and hammer it oneself. But after observing my friend try this in many different ways with painfully slow success, I asked her to give up and do something else while I was over. Maybe something with boiling and evaporation. Google is here for a reason.

This same friend is very knowledgeable about natural essential oils and for some reason I was a nonbeliever and distanced myself from her enthusiasm as much as I could. One day by chance she offered me orange oil for fatigue and I accepted. I felt a wall break in our friendship. It was incredible how afraid of and against something as innocuous and even positive as essential oils! I told her later and she told me she didn't feel anything groundbreaking happen.

I told her before I left that her aura was very bright that day.

There's a song that says "if the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece." Which obviously shows that the singer has had Very Bad experiences at church. But it's also beautiful because he's singing about his love and it shows the depth of his trust in her. When he says mouthpiece I totally think of clarinets and other band instruments. And prophets. The lady of the song also giggles at funerals "to everybody's disapproval" which I think is so cute because it shows she does have a unique perspective on life - one could even say eternal. I couldn't laugh at a funeral unless I was sure I would see that person again and they were just visiting God for a time. Or if I was whacked out on something illegal, maybe.

I wouldn't know.

Someone told my friend that he had a vision of me: pretty much I was a dead water lily and God would or had the power to bring me back to life. Another person told me directly that while praying for me he saw this indescribably beautiful diamond-encrusted heart that was part of a fruitful tree and that I could have it if only I wanted it enough.

At the time, those visions were frustrating to me because I wasn't at the healed stage yet. But now - now I want to go back to these people and ask them what they think of their visions - and seriously, if they even remember them.

People need to be careful of what they say when they have "a word" or "a vision" because it's easier to say one than to hear one.

Did anyone else have invisible pets when they were little?  They were perfect. I could get rid of them when I got tired of them, conjure exactly what I wanted when I wanted a pet, and make it do whatever I wanted it to do. I could also give myself rainbow unicorns or pretend I owned horses from my favorite books. I always tried to top my best friend and make sure my horses were better and higher-ranking than hers. My second-grade self still had the mentality of keeping the best for myself. And I'm pretty sure she did too: she got two identical horse training cards and gave me the one that was ripped at the top without asking me which I wanted. And I sure noticed! 

Well, I'm sure we're all guilty of this at some point, but I've recently said a few things without looking over my shoulder first. One time I was sort of glad on top of my embarrassment because I was talking about how this group of girls never reached out to anyone on the outside and one of those girls was sitting within earshot. But she was one of the nice ones, I guess. Whatever. It really pays to say good things behind people's backs, you know?

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you stood up and confessed a "big" sin or asked the pastor a question right in the middle of his sermon? Pastors are pros at ignoring the loudest of babies but if an adult tried to break the unspoken wall of silence between the congregation and the speaker, what would happen?

These thoughts from someone who gets really antsy in church.

They should at least have question and answer time afterward.