Ooh Chloe

"One Day" One day I won't look over my shoulder when I leave my room. I won't scan the parking lot looking for your car. I won't get a lump in my throat when I hear your name. Your face won't be the first thing I see in the morning. I won't smell you during the day, Or taste your lips at night. I won't think to tell you when something funny happens. I won't ache all over with loneliness. I won't entertain the "What-ifs...." I won't feel a thing when I see you around town. These bitter, salty tears won't cloud my vision. I won't replay our old conversations. I won't miss you. One day. That day won't be today. It probably won't be tomorrow. But I know that day is coming. And it's the thought of "one day" that gets me through today. I wrote this poem earlier this year. I hadn't thought of it for a while, but I did today. For some reason I felt different

When I hear the words, "make me," I immediately imagine a child throwing a temper tantrum. "Johnny, be quiet," and in a loud, shrill voice he replies, "Make me!" No one ever says this regarding something they want to do because no one has to make you do something you enjoy. Nobody makes me eat brownies. Nobody makes me write this blog. I just do it because I enjoy it. My roommate makes me workout on the days I don't want to (bless her). My conscience makes me eat carrots. Let me tell you, there is a huge difference in the way I eat carrots and the way I eat brownies. It doesn't take rocket science to figure out the difference between being made to do something and doing something out of pure want-to. Maybe it was the basic knowledge that made the author's words in Psalm 119 stand out to me. Verse 35 says this, "Make me walk in the path of Your commandments, for I delight in it." This sound like an oxymoron to me. "Make me... I