This conversation was about marshmallows that my son took the liberty of grabbing out of my dad’s refrigerator and began munching on. I was heated that he would do such a thing without asking. Yet his response after I spoke to him about why at that moment it wasn’t quite appropriate to do so, made me think. He felt he was in paradise.
Given the current circumstances here in the great US of A I felt that response is something we all could learn from. If not us all, I certainly took it as a learning moment for myself. It made me think back a bit to Matthew 6 in the Bible when Jesus talks about God providing for His children. The key thing about that last portion of the chapter, for me anyway, was to not worry and know that all that I (we) have need of will be provided.
And perhaps I’m reading too deep but perhaps my child has a better/more innocent view on paradise than I do. Despite what goes on with this country and in our individual lives paradise really does start in the mind. If you believe that you can do then you will do and no one can stop you but you. A little faith goes a long way and it’s all about how you choose to look at your own circumstance. My son believes that being at granddaddy’s house is being in paradise so he can have whatever he likes (lol) and he acted on that. Now, I’m not saying to just do things lawlessly. I’m saying don’t let the fear of man hold you back in your mind from believing that you can still accomplish your goals in life no matter who is “in charge” of this country.
Hopefully my Sunday night ramble reaches someone somewhere but if it doesn’t I got something from it and I guess that’s all that matters. 🙂
Baby let me whisper in your ear,
Darling you are not perfect but you are the best thing I know,
Sweet heart they’ll never love you like me,
Because honey they just don’t know you like me,
You don’t have a perfect body,
But you sure do have it going on in my eyes,
That smile of yours lights up my eyes,
You might not always be the sweetest,
But you’re sweet enough for me,
Yes you’ve got things to work on,
But I’m in love with your mind,
Your heart may be tarnished,
But it’s value is still priceless,
So when others come and try to rock your world,
You just remember how much I love you,
Don’t let them get too close,
I’m the one for you,
Yes you, you there in the mirror
I’m laden with hidden insecurities,
Built up over time from breakdowns in self confidence over the years and or the lack of experiences to establish it.
Constantly measuring my self worth through relationship failures and the eyes of others.
I think that if I’m not interesting at all times to the one I partner/want to partner with that I’ll lose them.
I feel like I don’t always have a lot to bring to the table to out weigh all the baggage I do bring to the table.
My body isn’t what it once was before my dumb decisions.
I need to talk about my problems but I don’t want to be a debbie downer.
I feel like my parenting skills suck sometimes and I missed opportunities to correct behaviors to establish a norm to eliminate problems I now have with my children.
It’s hard doing this alone but how will I ever attract anyone if I don’t have a good enough handle on this already.
Will anyone want to give me more children?
I fear that trusting people results in my most intimate thoughts/feelings being left exposed and exploited.
You smell like you. Your smell is better than sex. It awakens my entire being. It’s ever so tantalizing. I’m almost addicted to it, in fact if you were around more I’d be so accustomed to it that I’d find all other smells utterly deplorable. I’d be forever loyal to you and only you.
Your touch, mmm, yes, your touch does wonders. Like magic your touch makes every doubt disappear. Cupping my back side the way you do making me feel like a rose. Delicate yet hard not to admire with your hands. Gripping every curve my body offers you. Making me melt in your hands. Never do I want to be touched like this by another man again.
Your voice, ha, yes, the way you formulate your sentences and your tone go beyond turning me on. It’s inspiration. It’s like love making to my mind. Amazing. Keep talking and I’ll never want to listen to the voice of any other man because only your voice matters.
Your eyes, wow, yes, your almond shaped eyes, even when they’re tired they’re still worth gazing into. I can even close my eyes and still envision yours. If you give me the look I’ll never look into the eyes of another man the way I look into yours.
Tonight, this morning, you are what I’m grateful for.