He was not oppressed by a crowd because in the midst of all the hullabaloo he always found a quiet place for his soul.
From the outside, my life may look chaotic, but inside I feel like some kind of monk licking an ice cream cone while straddling a runaway horse.
Nothing lasts forever. Highs, lows, it's all fine. A little gentler with it. Because I really used to think things going well, for some reasons, would be much more terrifying internally than things being a bit chaotic for me.
Nature is never other than serene even in a thunderstorm.
I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
I like it that order exists somewhere even if it shatters near me.
May the Lord protect me as the world gets hectic. My voice projected, my life reflected.
In the midst of chaos, you've gotta be able to slow it down. That's one of the things that God's gifted me with, it's one of the things that I've trained for, and train for now.
