sean sits. globe spins.

so often i want something big to happen. to be different. i want the world to change. i want my world to shift into some new reality or atmonsphere that causes the air to feel fresher somehow and the faces within it to be brighter.

but that's not really how the world works. its slowly spins on an axis around a sun that will someday go out. until then, until we're all dead, the world will continue on slowly with some points that earthquake our conscience, place, or worldview. but most of the time, its simply being aware of the simple ways God nudges us along towards fulfilment. the ways he uses the hazy days of frustration and stagnation to create within us a creation-renewing spirit that mimics his own.

so here i sit, a half-month into a new year and relatively nothing has changed in my world. the beard is longer, the ice has melted, the job remains monotonous, the war rages on, the poverty increases, the resources decrease. the globe spins slowly.

i sit, asking: make my will yours. a prayer. to a God. who loves.

and i truly believe that makes all the difference in the spin.