My brain must look like cheap siding after a hailstorm. And I can’t get half the ideas out my fingertips or mouth before they melt.
They pound at all times of day and night. Wherever I am. Whatever I’m doing. Or not doing.
I quit my job. To eliminate distractions. To seek tranquility. To declutter. To simplify. To focus.
I cleared some overgrowth. Tumbled some walls.
I’m a lone tree. A target for thought strikes.
Holy Discontent. Half Time. Popeye person. Passion. One thing. A good finish. Success to significance. My truest purpose. Eternal perspective.
The “stuff that stirs my heart’s holiest chambers.” (Bob Buford)
I contemplated past dreams and activities. Missionary nurse. Parish nurse. Nun. Airline attendant.
Words. Words. Words. The Word. Words in. Words out. Turn a word. Twist a phrase.
Makes my heart quiver. Throb.
Set apart. For words. Words that heal, encourage, and inspire. Words that elicit laughter and tears. Words that share the Word.
(Tweaked and reposted from Beholding God.)
Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King
What does my brain look like? It's melting in this heat! 🙁
Can you stick your head in the freezer?
Right now I envision my brain looking like my mother's soup pot — a whole lot of different colours, tastes and textures swirled together and ready to ladle into a bowl. I'm a little hesitant about letting anyone sample the fare quite yet… the flavours need to mellow a bit. 🙂
I think my brain is a big, colorful swirl…always moving, morphing and changing shapes. Too often things shift before I can write down a good thought. (!) And sadly, I move into a room with no earthly idea on why, exactly I'm there. Sigh.
Hope your week (and your brain) gets better from here. *grin*
@Carol: I love that image! Simmering.
@Julie: I know that feeling. And the room thing–I think that comes with going gray. 😉
Oh girl, you just described my multifaceted heart in an astounding way! I love the way your write. You blessed me today, my friend.