bread&tea

There's one fact swirling along the periphery of my brain today. The close proximity and familiarity by repetition of co-workers resulting in care for people I don't care for. There's only so many people that one can emotionally connect and intentionally build relationships with, and the cold fact is that time has a lot to do with friendship, because time is valuable. Spend time leveling in an rpg (thank goodness those days are over) and try not caring about losing days of progress. And so on and so forth with additional analogies. Jesus does say to love and pray for enemies, but also had only twelve "close" followers, or friends. My old lost and dead flesh dislikes people, but Christ within loves. So it happens that I end up caring for people I don't care for. At the same time, we are the salt of the world. Christianity isn't about holing up in our home with best buds all day and staying away from all the bad people. What a bad influence. This fact

It's been some time- inside of which I've aged. In ten years- or less- I'll be able to read this bit and chuckle and say, 'I've aged". Yet it really doesn't matter that my immaturity still exists, it's comforting to simply make progress. No one just clicks and becomes perfect and ceases to grow in wisdom for the rest of life. That 'click' point merits its own article. At seven I thought it would be ten, at ten I thought it would be fifteen, at fifteen I thought it would be eventually... but of course with so much wisdom now at least I no longer guess any more ages. Ha. Blogging is a pretty good way to exercise writing, even if it does require consciously telling the grammar police and editing moguls in my head to shut up occasionally. Can't get a straight sentence out otherwise. And I declare- says the least disciplined youngest of five- 'writing shall be in my life, whether I like it or not!' An astounding argument of logic.