I find myself caught in a whirlwind of love and chaos. I have all these good things happening around me all at the same time and it’s hard to soak it in. Right before I go to bed I find myself thinking of the day. It’s a bunch of silent white images until I explore them and then colors begin to pop out. Every day things pass by so quickly it’s like I’m living in a black and white movie until bed time and then color is added. These colored images are images that God is showing me in people and things. This past Sunday was a prime example for me, I went home right church services and cried…..I mean cried, I haven’t cried like that in a while. And just felt that everything in me was dark and wrong. That night before I went to bed I found myself rethinking about those tears. The images in my head began to receive bright colors from children running, smiling, and excited to be at church. They didn’t care that stuff went wrong or what was said…..it was to be in a room with people who love God and love them. I found myself in awe of these children and wanting myself to go back to childhood to feel that love from God again. I know though that God loves me the same today as He did yesterday but being a child of God now seems harder. It’s only harder because I make it harder. Life as an adult is to fast and full of distractions. I need to take the white and black images and turn them into color by slowing down. But how does one grasp the slowing down?