Killing Me Softly...

Friends from all parts of my life have remarked on my (super)ability to match up the prevailing mood with an appropriate song (also from all parts of my life). Don't know how to harness it fully for the good of mankind, but today it's serving as inspiration for my next post.

Killing Me Softly seems to be the theme of what God is doing in my life lately. I had another little death today as I had to weigh out whether 'tis better to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune (or, in my case, to sit on how I was feeling about a particular situation and person contained within said situation) or to swallow my fear and general unwillingness to confront unless provoked and own up to needing to talk things through.

Many reasons why this is hard, even though I can be pretty gutsy otherwise, but today it was feeling like I already sensed what may be the reasons for said situation and could live with where things stood. But my tears anytime I thought about the situation spoke otherwise. So, I bit the bullet and had a really nice conversation, where now feelings have been aired, situation has been talked through, and we're both in a better place of understanding of each other. Really, there was no real reason why things would have been any different, since this person is amazing at all things regarding a good talking-out. Chalk it up to a great many more people who really aren't.

With death comes resurrection. In more ways than one, here. Pride and fear gave way to deeper friendship and understanding, and hope for how things will go in the future.