He Was With Me

So . . . I do Halloween. My family does Halloween. We do it because it’s fun. It’s pretend. We’re not worshipping the devil. We’re not doing incantations. And we’re not welcoming and allowing evil in. No one is performing seances or sacrificing anything. We’re just dressing up, eating a buttload of candy, and having …

I swear sometimes someone puts life in a slingshot and aims that sucker straight at me. Is it just me, or is life seriously ridiculous sometimes? If you don’t believe me, just sit back and look at it. Study it. Forget world events for a minute and just look at what’s in front of you. …

Let me tell you how feezing funny God is. SMH. I tell Him what I want to do and He tells me nope . . . this is what I want you to do. Then I tell Him He’s GOT to be kidding me. There’s NO way I’m even remotely interested in doing what He …

You ever kick someone out of your house who just wants to linger and cause all kinds of mess? You know . . . that dude who just wants to create continuous chaos and havoc and disrupt the very fiber of your being? You ever just go to your front door, open it wide and …

Dear Mr Thief, You got me good. I lowered my standards because of you. Shame. On. Me. I accepted what you tossed at me without a second thought. Without a second glance. You threw substandard at me and I caught it . . . easily. No qualms. No complaints. No buts. Anything you wanted to …

So I’ve decided to be my own cheerleader. I’m gonna pick up my pom poms and cheer me on! I’d like to be cheered by others but . . . not necessary. I know what I’m about. What my intentions are in everything I do. I don’t need accolades and big-ups. It’d be nice though, …

Alright now, God. Don’t let me go out like this. You know what’s up. You saw it all. You were witness to it all. You LET it ALL happen. Nothing happens without YOUR approval. Your stamp. Your OK. So come on now. Don’t let me go out this this. I lived it. I went through …

When did it all get so complicated? Everything. Everyone. All of it? WHY does it have to be SO feezing complicated? EVERYTHING? I mean E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. I know life is deep. But really . . . does it really NEED to be THIS friggin’ deep. Like a dark, smelly cesspool? Like muddy, sludge thick? Knotty and …

Bad boys. Rude boys. Why are they so bad yet so good? They’re just like candy. They get in my teeth, stick there and cause some serious cavities. They’re like fried, greasy foods . . . artery clogging and bad for me but yet so daggone yummy. They’re like a jack-in-the-box . . . looks …

What’s the thing you think about doing with your life all day, every day? The ONE thing that’s so palpable, you can just reach out and touch it. The thing that when you inhale, you come alive with its smell. What’s that ONE thing that would bring you joy if you could only do it …