If you read this

Now understand He makes no mistakes
and all appointments are His
that's why I don't blame you
and I stick by what I did

You always looked so tall to me
so high on a pedestal
But God, it all came tumbling down
along with your awful rules

You want to talk about inclusion
and the way things ought to be
I listened for far too long
but you never listened to me

Can't you tell I have so much to say,
so much that I can show?
Not all of it is sorted out
but if it was, you'd never know!

Go ahead and criticize the world
with all the people in it
It's Ok to slander them
You'll repent it in a minute

Don't continue to conform
to the world in the name of Truth
I'm sorry that I spent so long
swallowing arguments gone moot

Possibilities

Choices overwhelm me today. Sometimes I feel trapped by freedom.

When I was little I used to ask "what ifs" all the time.

They were fun then, but somewhere along the way "what ifs" drew nearer to the surface of reality. That, I suppose, is when they melt into the realm of possibility.
To entertain some of these thoughts is to play with fire.
Temptation lends itself to possibility
after possibility
after possibility...most of which, by the Spirit of God, can be resisted.
But what if the line between temptation and righteousness is blurred?
A great haze surrounds me and it's most uncomfortable.
Peace and clarity come from Him, so I'm praying.
God, if He will, can blow away the smoke and leave me in open air.
Draw the line for me.
Bend down and write in the sand, things that you need to show me.
I don't understand.