Eyes On...
Eyes on...
David Rim
I shielded my eyes on the drive home. People's shitty Teslas (jk) with the auto highbeams blinding me. Low visibility, random rain storm, and bright stars glistening in the skies.
Blurry vision, as I stare out at the store floor. All the lights have halo effects does any of this make sense to you? As the sun dies down the lamp posts light up only effecting me more. Is it when my blood sugar spikes the effects are worse or is my yawning because my blood sugars are finally dropping to normal range.
Do I stare because I want to? My eyesight has been in decline for many years of glycemia. Do I notice funny faces being made at me? When my hyper fixation is balancing listening, talking, perception, and being engaged. Am I really staring at my coworker. Like a madman when I have laundry at home to hang up, finding more work, upgrading myself, and Jesus works in progress.
Where my time is reliant on your lack of effort for work. Where I have to move around your silent quitting and grumbling. Work is stressful, but I got to take it daily. The new Netflix drama called David's Love Island. The final episode has come to date. As I have been verbally warned. Stop staring it's harassment, end of story, this is my final warning.
Fk* You. Fk* Off.
As I continue to seek Jesus in the busy. In the smiling. I ask because it is God who guides my steps. No matter where my heart would love to follow. That fictional story of love. I ask for prayer. That no matter how many opportunities God gives me. Give me peace as I move forward with caution. Even though my spirit knows that the limited norms are not what binds me to this world.
Where I continue to keep faithful...
How am I experiencing God in all of this? I am running on a few hours of sleep. Uploading, on behalf of a friend the memories captured on my phone. Just weary from my heart being full and still wanting to share these moments. Not sure if my eyes averted the tension. I avoided as my starsSmitten hat covered the gaze.
People tell me one way to move and I always want to swerve and find a way to bend the rules of society. What are the limits to Jesus? My minds is hazy and vision sees halos. What will not stop is the kingdom of God. I have been reminded of what my soul really wants. It's to create and work with God hand in hand with one other to lead, develop, and nurture the generations.
I know. My spirit knows. God knows. They know. My eyes are observing with anticipation...