Always to bed on time
Never miss a morning at the gym
Budget is perfectly maintained
Always on schedule,
never late
My life is completely in order
Is this the way God wants me to live? Is this why Jesus came to die? So that I could get a full 8 hours? So that I could save a certain amount of money each month?
I'd trade it all, the well rested nights, the nice toned body, the slowly inflating bank account, the weekly routine, I'd trade it all to express my love towards the one it beats for.
Stray animals
flowers on windshields
hidden notes
talks all night
hours in bookstores, coffee shops
nights in hospital beds
meals at food pantries
hearing the unlocked patio door open in the middle of the night with a surprise visit
making banana pancakes
singing the ballad of love and hate along the Scioto mile
screaming my head off holding hands on the wimpiest roller coaster
sleeping in a tent alongside the homeless
secret birthday snowmen
gardening
the expression on her face as she opens a perfect gift
and although I will NEVER admit it, getting tickled until I can't breath and that stupid laugh comes out of me
I'd trade it all.
I miss her very much so.
Sometimes love is the price we pay for wisdom.
I now know the destruction and the pain my old anger caused but what it cost me...the price...it was too great a price.
God loves me too much to leave me in my prison of anger so it took losing who I love for me to hear past my stubbornness.
I will never make that mistake again. I will never pay that price again.
Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life
Never miss a morning at the gym
Budget is perfectly maintained
Always on schedule,
never late
My life is completely in order
Is this the way God wants me to live? Is this why Jesus came to die? So that I could get a full 8 hours? So that I could save a certain amount of money each month?
I'd trade it all, the well rested nights, the nice toned body, the slowly inflating bank account, the weekly routine, I'd trade it all to express my love towards the one it beats for.
Stray animals
flowers on windshields
hidden notes
talks all night
hours in bookstores, coffee shops
nights in hospital beds
meals at food pantries
hearing the unlocked patio door open in the middle of the night with a surprise visit
making banana pancakes
singing the ballad of love and hate along the Scioto mile
screaming my head off holding hands on the wimpiest roller coaster
sleeping in a tent alongside the homeless
secret birthday snowmen
gardening
the expression on her face as she opens a perfect gift
and although I will NEVER admit it, getting tickled until I can't breath and that stupid laugh comes out of me
I'd trade it all.
I miss her very much so.
Sometimes love is the price we pay for wisdom.
I now know the destruction and the pain my old anger caused but what it cost me...the price...it was too great a price.
God loves me too much to leave me in my prison of anger so it took losing who I love for me to hear past my stubbornness.
I will never make that mistake again. I will never pay that price again.
Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life