Today is Mikey's hearing day. God I pray that your truth and your justice would be done today in this man's life. I pray that you would open the hearts of those listening and reading the statements presented to them. I know if You will it it can be done. I ask that of You now. For my brother Mikey. For his life and his name's sake.
I ask for more of You in my life God. I think I can feel the upward climb of the valley. God I miss You. I miss knowing You are there. I'm not sure why we humans need to know we are not alone but it seems to be a deep desire in us all.
I am Yours and You are mine.
Is this relationship mutually necessary?
I wonder.
I think about love as my mind strays during the day.
I think about Bea and how I miss her.
I wonder what love is without the other person.
God is love but what is love without that other?
Can love exist without it?
Therefore can God exist without us?
Or rather Who You are now.
You are eternal, but I wonder what You were before the first human.
Before free will.
Like parents when their child is born
Both need each other to exist.
A father is no longer a father without a child.
The parent creates the child just as much,
the child creates the parent.
I wonder if love could have existed prior to the biting of the fruit.
You looked at creation and said it is good. But did You love it?
Could You love it if it wasn't given the ability to choose and thus love back?
The difference between angles and me...my freedom. My ability to love.
If a parent loses their child are they any longer a parent?
What if God lost humanity? What if we became extinct?
Who would You become?
Were You merely a scientist and mathematician prior to that fall?
Breathing stars and painting planets what is it all if Your beloved is not there to awe in Your unspeakable works?
I wonder what Your heart felt that first time a human chose You.
That first time they left the garden and You gave up that control.
How terrifying and yet You know no fear, only love.
Bea knew I was making a huge fucking mistake when I broke up with her.
Now I see that.
I wonder if she still views it through the same lens. I wonder if she still thinks it was a huge fucking mistake.
I do.
It's amazing how these tiny pebbles we toss can create such ripples in our lives.
I want her to wear my ring.
I want her to be the mother of my children.
I want to be by her side if Alzheimer's begins to grip her mind.
I still believe no other man could love her better than I can.
I wonder if she ever misses me.
If she ever thinks about those nights we would lay together.
Those mornings we would wake together.
Life is so strange.
What if David and Bea's mom were meant to be together but they both made their own huge fucking mistakes when they were younger and love corrected eventually?
I wonder what she would think about all of this.
What would she say about God before humans.
Could love exist without the 'otherness'?
I suppose there is the trinity aspect but if the three are one is there an otherness?
Even as I think about the hearing that will take place today I think about life's ripples.
How one accusation can change the path of a man.
One day, however, no one else was around when he went in to do his work. She came and grabbed him by his cloak, demanding, “Come on, sleep with me!” Joseph tore himself away, but he left his cloak in her hand as he ran from the house. When she saw that she was holding his cloak and he had fled, she called out to her servants. Soon all the men came running. “Look!” she said. “My husband has brought this Hebrew slave here to make fools of us! He came into my room to rape me, but I screamed. When he heard me scream, he ran outside and got away, but he left his cloak behind with me.” She kept the cloak with her until her husband came home. Then she told him her story. “That Hebrew slave you’ve brought into our house tried to come in and fool around with me,” she said. “But when I screamed, he ran outside, leaving his cloak with me!” Potiphar was furious when he heard his wife’s story about how Joseph had treated her. So he took Joseph and threw him into the prison where the king’s prisoners were held, and there he remained.
-Genesis 39
An innocent man punished for an accusation. Life is not only rare and beautiful but in it and throughout it the temporary moments of it. How a whole life can change so quickly.
God I pray for Mikey be with him today.
Noah Gundersen - David
I ask for more of You in my life God. I think I can feel the upward climb of the valley. God I miss You. I miss knowing You are there. I'm not sure why we humans need to know we are not alone but it seems to be a deep desire in us all.
I am Yours and You are mine.
Is this relationship mutually necessary?
I wonder.
I think about love as my mind strays during the day.
I think about Bea and how I miss her.
I wonder what love is without the other person.
God is love but what is love without that other?
Can love exist without it?
Therefore can God exist without us?
Or rather Who You are now.
You are eternal, but I wonder what You were before the first human.
Before free will.
Like parents when their child is born
Both need each other to exist.
A father is no longer a father without a child.
The parent creates the child just as much,
the child creates the parent.
I wonder if love could have existed prior to the biting of the fruit.
You looked at creation and said it is good. But did You love it?
Could You love it if it wasn't given the ability to choose and thus love back?
The difference between angles and me...my freedom. My ability to love.
If a parent loses their child are they any longer a parent?
What if God lost humanity? What if we became extinct?
Who would You become?
Were You merely a scientist and mathematician prior to that fall?
Breathing stars and painting planets what is it all if Your beloved is not there to awe in Your unspeakable works?
I wonder what Your heart felt that first time a human chose You.
That first time they left the garden and You gave up that control.
How terrifying and yet You know no fear, only love.
Bea knew I was making a huge fucking mistake when I broke up with her.
Now I see that.
I wonder if she still views it through the same lens. I wonder if she still thinks it was a huge fucking mistake.
I do.
It's amazing how these tiny pebbles we toss can create such ripples in our lives.
I want her to wear my ring.
I want her to be the mother of my children.
I want to be by her side if Alzheimer's begins to grip her mind.
I still believe no other man could love her better than I can.
I wonder if she ever misses me.
If she ever thinks about those nights we would lay together.
Those mornings we would wake together.
Life is so strange.
What if David and Bea's mom were meant to be together but they both made their own huge fucking mistakes when they were younger and love corrected eventually?
I wonder what she would think about all of this.
What would she say about God before humans.
Could love exist without the 'otherness'?
I suppose there is the trinity aspect but if the three are one is there an otherness?
Even as I think about the hearing that will take place today I think about life's ripples.
How one accusation can change the path of a man.
One day, however, no one else was around when he went in to do his work. She came and grabbed him by his cloak, demanding, “Come on, sleep with me!” Joseph tore himself away, but he left his cloak in her hand as he ran from the house. When she saw that she was holding his cloak and he had fled, she called out to her servants. Soon all the men came running. “Look!” she said. “My husband has brought this Hebrew slave here to make fools of us! He came into my room to rape me, but I screamed. When he heard me scream, he ran outside and got away, but he left his cloak behind with me.” She kept the cloak with her until her husband came home. Then she told him her story. “That Hebrew slave you’ve brought into our house tried to come in and fool around with me,” she said. “But when I screamed, he ran outside, leaving his cloak with me!” Potiphar was furious when he heard his wife’s story about how Joseph had treated her. So he took Joseph and threw him into the prison where the king’s prisoners were held, and there he remained.
-Genesis 39
An innocent man punished for an accusation. Life is not only rare and beautiful but in it and throughout it the temporary moments of it. How a whole life can change so quickly.
God I pray for Mikey be with him today.
Noah Gundersen - David