Stretch

Who doesn't love to stretch? Physically speaking, it feels great, its like something is being released in your body that makes it feel good all over. I feel like a "thats what she said" can fit somehwere in here, especially if I keep describing how a stretch feels.

Not all stretching feels good. Being stretched as a person, like seeing a homeless person and knowing that you can help them out, you don't really want too, but you do, and its a stretch, and I suppose it feels good afterwards. Or giving someone a ride while its either really hot or cold or even a nice day. Giving people rides its actually something I do often, wither they are hitchign a hike or just walking, I tend to stop. Its a bit of a stretch, but also a joy. But stretching... like praying or confessing or really doing something you don't wanna do cause you know that somehow it will be good.

I first think this: if it doesn't feel good, then why do it? If its not fun, then why try it? If they aren't cool, or entertaining, then why talk to them? And again, the curse of Jesus Christ comes back to haunt me. We do it because He would have. He loved the unloved. I suppose I can stop my post right here. Its just a continuation from the last one casue it got me thinking. I have my roomate and a dear friend of ours in the kitchen right now cooking, and the last thing in the world I wanna see is a human face, and unfortunately, I make that known when I see a face. I don't want too, but I feel like I am out of control. Anyways, Jesus loved the unloved. Not only that, he died for them.

I say that I need evidence or historical accuracy to help me believe in Jesus. If only this would line up then I can believe, or only if this would make sense, then I will act. But I know those are just things or obstacles I try to put in front of the Holy Spirit, to slow Him down, if you will. I can have an actually true blue footage of Jesus on Youtube Feeding that damn 5,000, and still not believe. What a depraved and unbelieving heart I have trapped inside this bag of bones. Jesus may or may not be real, but the truth is, and for some reason, He is real, and He is truth.

Now ought that not command and recieve my submission and actions? Ought not his Death on the Cross demand every ounce of my life? All he asks is that I love him. Love, God Allmighty is trying to tell us and show us that love is much more powerful than we can imagine. If all we are to do is Love Jesus... life is supposed to be right? Well not easy, but at least right? Is there a right way to live life? Is being a Real Christian living rightly, or living fully?

A few weeks ago I was journaling at the Ozark Library and decided or complained that at times my brain just stops. Like all the doors that were open, which could have been numerous, or just a few important ones, suddenly close! and all my mind hits the closed doors making a loud thud, and me left being confused as to what happened.

I guess I can't think no more. Then I wonder, is this a sort of device that God installed in our minds, like a shut off switch? Maybe its not in everyone's mind, but I know there was one in Chris Judalets 98 Chevey Silverado, when you hit 95 mph the truck would shut off then start again. Perhaps God installed one of those in my mind so that I wouldn't think to a supreme all time new low depression, or think until I think I'm so smart that I do something stupid like denoune my faith or my friends or family.

whatver the case, my shut off switch just happened.