Are you joyous?

Being beaten down by the forces of this world and living so isolated tends to make one's spirit less than joyous although there are times one can forget in a moment of Blazing Love or creative ecstacy which may constitute any ideas one has of joyous and I find that saddening because there's so much more
(My somewhat well-thought out answer)

Tom often asks me this although I don't think he means much by it.

It's a good question to ask yourself. Are you joyous? How could you not be with the new sort of life Christ has given us? All things are new. That's the problem, it makes you more vulnerable to evil when you are new. It means you're a threat and you must be dealt with. But I guess no one really thinks that when their life seems to be going horribly astray from what they think it should be like when they've accepted Jesus in their life. And I suppose it's more than that, it's actually trying to live for Him. And that's such a struggle, more than a "normal" life sometimes. But why stop there, why not show us a new struggle in order to shape and mold us into a more perfect being, the way we were meant to be? This means, as I've learned over the months, don't get too comfortable or you'll forget where you're going. I say that a lot, before I really knew what it meant.

I don't expect you to agree or understand what I'm talking about, I'm not entirely sure myself, but I'm finding whatever this is to be true whether I understand it completely or not.

Please pray for my family and me. We're a threat apparently and are being dealt with in all sorts of ways, which makes living hard to want anymore.

Also, I forgot to say hello. So... Hello.

lose yourself in lines dissecting love. (or this stuff)

Hello. How are you?

I'm okay.

Normally I would argue against that, but I am okay. I'm spacey and content and I'm not thinking much at all and somehow it's not bothering me, although soon if I read this over again in another state of mind I might be bothered by the writing or the failed attempt to get this feeling again. So I'll make sure I remember by this blog entry. Now here comes the part where I'm suppposed to say something meaningful to remind myself later of how meaningful this feels now.

...

Yes.

Okay, so...

I'm not lying though. It's a nice feeling.
I saw Garden State, the inspiration for this loveliness. And you know, someone in England is probably excited now, or was if they have found sleep by now. I'm glad for them. I love them a lot. And I think they love me even if they can't say it. We are lovely silly people. That's a good thing. We aren't "in" love. We love. It's not a part of speech though, it's not what you think it is, a verb, or an adjective, or even a noun. It just is. If it wasn't we wouldn't be here. You wouldn't either.
Perhaps that's why we can never seem to define it and we get it mixed up with other things that we just assume call love so we don't have to work too hard to figure out the real one.

But this is a good thread and all good threads talk about disco kitty pet rocks or coconut soup or multicolored objects that propel you through highways, skies, time, and certain non-potentialites and limitations. And other good stuff. Especially the way Tom says that word or the other word that I like. But only the way he says it. I mean the word "stuff" or "only" is only cool when the right person says it, otherwise it's overlooked. But now I have those words going through my head everyday along with "hello" and "degradation" and "yar". It's fun.

Ah well, now I have forgotten what this was all about. Seriously, what a silly glue-sniffing person I am.

PS- This looks so out of place here but it's the lyrics of the week that were meaningful.

"You realize that the sun doesn't go down. It's just an illusion from the world spinning round"
-The Flaming Lips "Do You Realize?"