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Frustration meets disappointment... :/

Beyond the surface.

So this my first attempt at writing a poem since like middle school/early high school... Be honest.

Beyond the Surface.

There's more than the eye can see,
Beyond the surface of that face;
Often we assume what may be
Not wanting to slow our pace.

That woman you rushed by;
Conceals a story worth telling.
Even though she may deny,
There's more than what's showing.

There's more than the eye can see,
Beyond the surface of that face;
Often we assume what may be
Not wanting to slow our pace.

The man standing over there;
who appears to be content.
Sings a song, only he's aware.
The song inside that won't relent.

There is more than what they see;
to that beautiful face of yours.
Though it is hard, please tell your story.
The time it takes are precious hours.

What would happen if we took the time;
Exploring beyond the surface
Searching for more than a dime.
Realizing there is more to that face.

Growing Pains

When I was a little girl, maybe seven or so, I'd lay in my bed and my legs would throb. My grandpa (my mom's dad) lived with us. He'd hear me crying, come in and bend down next to me and ask, "what's wrong punkin?" I'd tell him the reason for my tears. He'd respond, "Oh, those are just growing pains. It means you're getting taller... all i can do is rub them." There were probably two or three times that this happened, and each time I'd eventually fall asleep as he rubbed the ache out of my knees and ankles.

Growing Pains. I had forgotten all about them until about a week ago. I was sitting next to a good friend catching up on what God was doing in our lives... Community is an amazing thing. I've been trying to put into words the tension I've been feeling. While chatting with my friend, I realized in a moment that lately I've been experiencing soul aches.... Growing pains if you will. Its a process that most of us don't welcome with open arms because we know that as our character grows we feel tension. That tension is a good thing though. It acts as a potter's hand through clay. That tension begins to shape and mold our inner life.

But no means am I saying that all tension is growth or even if there is no tension there is no growth. Like I recalled earlier, I don't remember having them that much, maybe three times in my whole life. But when they are present, push through because the outcome brings great fruit.