The mind is a busy place.
I find myself wondering what the world was like before sticky notes or who says that cereal is a breakfast food. I love challenging myself to see just how long I can keep reading before I fall asleep with the light on or how fast I can run up the tremendous hills out here before I think my lungs are going to collapse. I wonder what God's intentions were when he created such beautiful sunsets and sunrises in some parts of the world, but a completely breathtaking autumn bloom in others. I wonder how I would remove cacti from my arm if I didn't have Elmer's glue, or what how much money I would of saved if Einstein Coffee existed in East Lansing. I feel enthralled with all of the terrain in the desert that has yet to be grazed, walked on, or touched by human hands. Constantly I desire to know the reason for politics, for sides, for arguments. Talk radio is my friend in the morning right now, a song list on Grooveshark keeps me company during late nights at work, and the chitter chatter of 474 students at Sunrise loving P.E. fills the gaps.
It's simple really. If the mind is filled with good, so will be my heart, my intentions, my actions. If it is the alternative - a result will be less desirable.
I'm desiring that overflow of goodness. Not these busy thoughts that lead to dead ends - but clarity and understanding that my mentality needs to be rooted in truth and not always meandering in my opinions, my desires, and my life.
Tucson pictures to come soon friends. It's big out here.
Big with mountains and sunshine. Big with populations and commercialization. Big with poverty and politics. Big with diversity and hospitality. Big with lifestyles and appearance.
I guess it is a simple kinda Big, know what I mean?
