If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
I was a student in your class and my life hasn't been the same since.
ReplyDeleteI was a bit overwhelmed by the 3 morning pages, but in just a few days time, its been a monumental tool to build my confidence as I see how God really is in my thoughts and in my writing. It has transformed my journal writing from "outside" myself to something which is bubbling up from down in the deepest parts of my soul. I feel like I am finally connecting with God's will and finding more peace and comfort.
I feel like God is breathing on me and closer to me rather than being somewhere out there at the end of the tunnel.
Thank you for being an instrument of LIFE for me.