Crossroads

Everybody reaches one. It's the place where right meets might. Where carnal and spiritual disagree. The place where the straight path meets the broad path. It's when the gangsta lays down the gun and the prostitute closes his/her legs. The place where the wrongs you have suffered don't even matter. Sickness of the body is only a phase. Addiction no longer has control.

The higher road is a road less traveled. The road that is not the beaten path. It's what makes you speak to those who you don't want to speak to...not act like you don't see them and pretend to be deeply immersed in something and feel like you can only be a minister to those who you feel will follow your every step. To act like you are on a golden paved road to Heaven and everybody else is walking on thorns. What makes you so much better than anyone else when you have your own issues and ordeals to deal with? No, I am not perfect. Never claimed to be- I know I got my own issues. However, when you feel like you are right and everyone else is going to hell, that's when you gotta do some self-evaluation cause my Bible says that all have fallen short. How can you tell someone they are going to hell but you're walking right next to them? But I digress.

It just plagues me how Jose really thinks that he is Jesus incarnated on Earth with 666 tatted on him and how Google tracks your every search and stores your IP address, and that information can be used to incriminate you in the court system.

It's like having a crush on someone, and having a crush on the idea of someone. I have what I like to call "forbidden fruit." It's the idea of a man that hits me in all right ways and places except for my spirit. It's my kryptonite. It results in what I call the "Eve syndrome" it looks good to the eye, satisfying going in, but the end thereof, is death. So you get to the crossroad. To do or not to do. Not. Not a back-burner babe. That's why I have a list, a very long list that is constantly changing, to avoid falling into the "forbidden fruit" trap, again. And the pimp in me just died~ But I digress.

Choices, choices, so many choices. Choose the low calories or high fat... I Eta Pi.

So I just want to say that I am sorry. I am sorry for being the bad guy. I am sorry, sorry, sorry. Whoa - major digression.

In the end though, everybody gets to a point of self evaluation. But, it's a good thing. It's where you learn about who you are and stop running. Running away, whether it's physically - by being too busy to take your mind off of the real issues, by changing your major with the wind, by changing your (wo)man with the wind, whatever - or emotionally - shutting down, denial - is avoidance. It's not until you look in the mirror, really look in the mirror, and see you for who you really are that you can take the road less traveled. Cause sometimes you reach a crossroad that you don't even know is a crossroad because no one has taken the other road in such a long time.

I think I took that road, and I have the Benadryl to prove it. Thank God for medicine.

Did I mention that God loves you and me? Jehovah-Nissi and Jehovah-Jireh.

Not just unconquered, but more than a conqueror. Amen, amen.

'Tis All.