Just now, as I was sitting in my kitchen. I was eating my peanut buttered whole wheat bread after getting home, which is not a special occasion and happens at least daily…Something else happened, that was special, and probably doesn't happen daily. I had been contemplating relationships (not the special thing I'm referring to, this happens almost perpetually). Especially ones that are still relatively new. But faces are familiar and talk is, at the very least, translucent. I've learned so much from these different people. I mean that in the most literal way possible. One example being: I've reconstructed the way I ask certain questions because I've been shown a more unassuming, deliberate (yet still understand hopefully) way of doing it.
I realized though, that there's still so much ground to cover with some many things, not just relationships.
From an airplane you can see the shore line, it can touch you enough to cause you to do something. But you can't touch the sand and leave an indention. It's not going to get on every inch of your clothes from there.
God left me with a picture, because I've been contemplating how you have to discuss things down to the hair in the sink to really be in life changing relationship. You can't start with talking about the hair in the sink, and you can't stay there. But hopefully you get my picture.
The picture is this, my realization was that we have to smell peoples breath so that we aren't solely convinced by their words. That may not make sense to anyone else, and you probably wont sit and contemplate it at your kitchen counter for 15 minutes. I do hope that you understand and cherish the idea though. Every pearl is completed with a grain of sand (one that irritates, nonetheless). If you don't see the dirt and grime, you don't see completely. People chew gum, brush their teeth, bleach their teeth, carry breath mints with them everywhere. But it's not gone, our breath is still there.
I judge the drunkard because his breath is more poignant, because he doesn't cover up his dirt and grime. It doesn't matter if underneath it all my breath smells the same, at least I can cover it up with trident tropical twist. No his actions are not justifiable, but shouldn't I desire how much more quickly someone can touch his life? (this is an analogy so please don't rip open it's loop holes, I know it's not perfect).
In a community, our desire should be to gain the level of breath sharing. I know the Ultimate Tooth Brusher Teacher and we can seek Him best when people show us where the poppy seeds are stuck. I guess we should seek our teeth being as white as bleach, we just shouldn't seek it the same way the majority does.
It's not a thought I haven't thunk…
I hadn't been given this picture before though. Sometimes its easier, or more real, to seek things when you've been given a vivid picture. For me many times it is.
