Sensoring my head

If God held morning meeting for my brain, I imagine he would tell me that I need to keep 80% of what I feel compelled to say, to myself. That's what I have decided after having several uncensored conversations in a row the last few days. So....here is an experiment. I am going to write 200 words or less of my inner-most desires and confessions, then take 80% of my words out. Just count 1,2 then remove 3-10. What is left?


I wish love me better when I am compromises room have a need worse than I plan more I in 10 years. I would wish babies, have having accidental I that's not humble. more comfortable treat people parents than peers. I miss phone ring it doesn't depressed, what want engaged, married...even God. Can I?

Yeah, that does not make much sense, does it? Maybe it's not that I should keep 80% of my words to myself, but that I should try to curb the compulsion to speak ANY of them in the first place? But you know what? I got that all my chest, AND you have no idea still what any of it was.....how cathartic!

What it comes down to is this....There is always another page to turn if this one is too hard to read or that one makes you wants to put it down. But the book is, and eventually someone will call it their favorite. Eventually we ALL get that pleasure. If even it's God. And, if only God loved your pages, or made it all the way through to the end, would you complain? I can't see how I could. It's God after all!

That's how I see it.....100%.

Oh, and Joe? I'll try to shut up now. My lips are a bit foot-shaped, and its beginning to draw attention. (XO)