
Emotion...
A human expression
That can't be resisted
Almost always is requested
By forces that can't be explained
Tears...
An expression of emotion
Can't be forbidden
Must be unladen
A part of our anatomy
Heart beat...
An expression of life
Can't be suppressed
Unless in death
A part of our being
How fragile we are! One day we're strong, the next we're weak. One day we're whole, the next we're in pieces. One day we're laughing, the next we're crying. One day we're in the wilderness, the next we're in paradise. How fragile we are.
I have been looking for a way to express how I can be transported from one emotion to another in a split second, and also a way to write about this. I still cannot fully describe the feeling I get during transitions of emotions, but listening to Fragile by Jason Castro reminded me of just how fragile I was (original song is by Sting). Life is indeed turbulent...one day you could be somewhere and another day you could be in another man's land. No one owns tomorrow, except the God that I worship. He's the One that gives me stability in my instabilities, the One that can command the winds to stop moving in the middle of a storm, and the One that can command the waves of the oceans to come only to a certain point on land, and then recoil back to their original position.
If you know this God, then you won't be transported by the waves of life, but you will become the transporter. You won't be carried by the breeze, but you will be a breeze-carrier. Your emotions won't rule you, but rather you will become the ruler of your emotions. If I were to point at someone who I knew to be really emotional, I would point at myself first...I have the potential to cry and wallow in self-pity. But somehow, I have seen myself become a warrior and a fighter, and it seems like I'm insane. On-lookers who call me a fighter don't even understand that it wasn't really me fighting. If only they can see that it was the Rider on the white horse, the One who was described in the book of Revelation, that was there beside me, while I fought my battles...they would understand. I feel like David, who ran to the giant and said, "who is this who defiles the army of the living God?" Lol. He didn't run to him with a sword or an armor, but the little stones and his little sling. He knew he didn't have the power, but because all power belongs to God He was safe.
He makes me smile just thinking about him...because I think I'm getting to be more and more like him each day.