Get behind me, lazy bum.

I have a friend who sits. I mean, not only is he physically capable of making use of his hind-end, he's also proficient at it.

I have watched, on multiple occasions, people ask this person to do a job, or to help with a task, or just engage on something. But these requests seem to fall on deaf ears. This friend will apply himself for a brief period - then POOF... Gone. Not to be seen again for the duration of the task.

I like this friend. I really do, but he's going to have a tough life when it comes to work and life. But I'm not writing to belittle him. I'm writing because I see me in him. The spiritual me.

I'm not sure how many times in my life I have heard good life from Daddy and have forgotten or vanished mid-lesson. I everyday I have an invite to know and be known - but I'm too lazy for that. I'll do it for a little bit, then something distracts me, or it requires too much time and energy. I spend more time on my spiritual ass than I do in the daily task of knowing Daddy.

And yet Daddy spends more time constantly creating me into something new. It is more than I could ever be worthy for. So good to a sitter like me!

I have another friend who is lonely. He's older, a widower. An incredible, caring guy. But he is shy. He doesn't really go out to meet new women. He is where he is.

If we want to know love, we must chase our lover. We must cast off the stuff that holds us down and go after our lover. That's what daddy did first.

I don't know scandalous love. I know good love, safe love, love that isn't, love that is conditional, love of family - lots of different kinds of love. But what is this scandalous love that is Daddy? I want to know. I want to run to that.

I want to be created again today. And get off my ass.