deja nu

everyday there is something new i uncover like a child turning over rocks in the backyard garden. amidst this i am still finding the remains of days past, remnants of each hour gone by. the beauty of life is the wonder and the mundane, the old-the new. its as if God is weaving new threads into worn tapestries... renewing each day even while some of yesterday finds it's place. -a random muse (picture by la)

best of...

i'm listening to foo fighters "best of you". the question in the chorus is "is someone getting the best of you?" and this question has begun to haunt me. who is getting the best of me? it's such a simple question, yet how potent the answer must be! first, what is the best of me? in my opinion, the best is all i am that is good. the best of me is my time, my talents, my love, my passion, my faith, my trust, my person. if i was to answer this question at this very second, i would answer that many people are getting the almost best of me and God is suffering. see, God is the one who should get the best of me and only the best belongs to Him by right. in all honesty, i have yet to even give all my best to Him. i long for the day when i am found devoting my all to Him. yet, the very reason i hold onto Him is because i know that i am imperfect in this very sense. all i cannot do, all i lack, my imperfection finds completion when i give Him my heart and soul. the day i give God the truely best of me is the day my soul longs for.