From Mustache Smiles to the Wise Thots of Wise Men

I find joy in little things, perhaps this is a testament to the small size of my brain. Yesterday was a wonderfully complex day for my little brain - you see it was my day off. A day where I walked and talked to God, actually He talked and I tried to ignore Him.

During that time I was nearly run over, quite honestly. And I am now convinced that being run over would not be that bad...It would happen quickly - currently my opinion is more that I would dislike the recovery of the accident rather than the accident itself.

It was in this near splat experience that my gaze shot to the driver and he shrugged his shoulders and his mustache smiled at me. I loved it - immediately because of the mustache smile my heart forgave him and smiled back...

Yesterday was also a day where two wise thoughts by two wise men rattled my core:

Woe to those weak and timid souls
Who are divided between God and their world!
They want and they do not want
They are torn by desire and remorse at the same time...
They have a horror of evil and a shame of good.
They have the pains of virtue with out tasting it's sweet consolation.
O How wretched they are.
-Francios Fenelon

A damned soul is nearly nothing: it is shrunk,
Shut up in itself.
Good beats upon the damned incessantly
As sound waves beat on the ears of the deaf,
But they cannot receive it. Their fists are clenched,
Their eyes fast shut.
First they will not, in the end they cannot,
open their hands for gifts or their mouths for food,
or their eyes to see.
- C.S. Lewis

I am in an interesting place, and these words convict and convince me something inside of me must change. More accurately something inside of me needs to be changed. And as I pray for a metamorphosis, I will allow my little brain to be enthralled by the mustache smiles and overwhelmed by the wise thots of wise men.