We all laugh. Sometimes in silence or even; out loud.
Why, ever notice children trying to be sneaky. And the reality is; it's all be done before. The funny thing is we're speaking on adults. Being sneaky in the real world.
The Bible reads. Once an adult, twice a child. How so, the Bible meets Life. It's on you to watch for the human side; demonstrating the signs.
I remember as a child. My uncle love to play with his favorite niece. The Pop OUT game. He would hide are was hidden behind objects. Are the master in moving around; big or small objects. As the silence of something is about to occur. Became the element of surprise. Once I would enter the room. And we All know the circumference of a space. And silence in darkness. Verses silence in the light.
But unless you're not aware of your environment are surroundings in the world. Are live in a mindset of; comfort zone. You will miss the point in this message. Moving on.
Then out of the blue a giant figurine appeared. If not some type of object moving in a shadow on the ground.
If not an artifact; that unexpectedly pop out. Immediately in the air, my intuition sparked to run as far as you can. If not remember the stance of a; chameleon.
The element of surprise. Everyday expect; the change. Most of time expect the change; presents itself in a different form. And this uncle was alway's expected to be full of surprises. So, I learn to expect. The obvious. Something new this time. Which was a giant spider. So I would run as fast as my mind over feet; could process. As I yelled as loud as I could. And from that day. This uncle planted in my head; a seed. That grew for years ahead.
Then there was every Wednesday night; mission. Grandma was the matriarch. Of the twisted root that's run deeper in our; family tree is history. And she was without a doubt; committed to God. And once the door lock clicked. There were the other family members that waited in silence. And at any given opportunity they went in high gear. To taunt & for fun. Oh yes, auntie & cousin with the green eyes. Would lock me in the dark room & whisper in creepy voices. The boogy man is coming. Well the boogy man haunted my thoughts; for decades. That's why pillow talk; is a mind game. And while those green eyes now are not the element of seduction are surprise. The statement exist for a reason. And why of those eyes; are the genetics throughout my blood line. Those peepers remind me of a time. Of what lurks beyond any door; of a window are peep hole. I was just an innocent child. Who like to play. Until the game was played on me. I would pray for my grandma to return quickly. And tap turn that key. But until then I had to survive; playtime.
One day we had business to attend to. And playtime became with this game adults enjoy. In a world Time does not allow US in All to stay small as children.
The moral is this blog. Is in these moments on earth. Regardless of our protectors, guardians & family. We are living in a window of opportunity. To learn what is taught. To us of different things; even in the dark. For me my lesson was seeds invested. How so, memories. The memories created. I also shared with my son. That surpass his youth on earth, and because of the memories. His children have engraved in their hearts. Is a family filled of history. It's what family does.We all play a vital strategic role.
It's what internally, if in the wiring. We're built in us to do! To bring out the Laughter, embrace the Pain, and to alway's remember. How to Pray & eventually Joy resumes in it's sacred place. The heart. It's the mind that stores the information.
Together we created the memories that we either cherish, are blemish. During grief. Is of the missing. The moments shared during a loss; Overtime with each other. It's the bruises that heal in the human hearts. Broken, healing are of those hearts. That sustain in; comfort, peace & Joy.
On yesterday remember the laughter, cherish the tears. To realize time. Recorded every; human intention. Was not alway's intended. But could be intended. To hurt one another.
We only in my story. were All being mischevious; in every age category. While joking around with each other. Until time grew us in All-up. To piece our minds back together. And ensured the homesteads stayed; in love & of permanent order.
Life is going to happen; regardless of who we are. But never forget to live. And create Memories. They are forever. No matter our age, gender, creed, race are religion. It's the human experiences. In how we treat or treating one another. That will determine if bridges are built up. If not the bridges; that are burning down.
Always remember; the why we're watching out, over if not for the good or bad of each other.
