Every weekday morning I drive 1 hour in the hill country arround Canyon Lake, TX. I meet Scout’s nanny in Startzville, TX. To get there and back I must take a long trip down a road named Purgatory. It is a beautiful road. Full of goats, horses and other livestock on hills and wooded creeks. There is a long stretch where there is no radio or wireless phone recpetion. Guess that is why they call it Purgatory
(from Motorcycle rides across the best of Texas - “Our home territory includes some of the most popular rides in the state with hills, curves and spectacular scenery wherever you go. Devil’s Backbone, which encompasses San Marcos, Canyon Lake and Wimberley, is an all-time favorite of Texas bikers and tourists. … go right on FM 306, and head to Purgatory Road, which is desolate and usually only taken by locals. Full of tricky curves, limited sight distance, cattle guards and a very narrow bridge, this rocky road provides a challenging ride. When Purgatory Road dead-ends onto RM 32, go right and then take a left onto RM 12 and head to Wimberley, a quaint town populated by artists, writers and musicians.) This is my second of epiphanies in purgatory…Transparency Incohesion
I guess I need to call this ephiphany interrupted. I asked for closeness and vision today. I asked to be shown God – I asked God to show me Him…as if it was a short order at a diner. “I’ll take the see God #67 for $4.50″. So naturally I saw the sun rays burst out of a cloud and shine down on my path ahead. Thanks God for that. And then I headed for Rafikis to get my 3 shots of espresso and figure stuff out. But today was weird. Between a few wiffs of Jesus had boundaries, rest and be quiet in God, I’m not perfect, ambivilence towards religious folks judgement of what is wrong and evil, God’s love is unjudging, and I should be a mentor to young girls…nothing. No epiphanies. No cohesion. A bit of spiritual static to report. Transparency. I really have always wanted to be real and transparent and be loved despite what people see. But alas, I feel that my transparency has made be just a pool of boundry-less tears and incohearent rambles to others. But I spose Jesus holds those tears dear and God has no blind spots in his eye and if I were to strare at the sun burst without the swiss cheese holes of the clouds (i.e.; straight at the sun)…I would become blind. So thanks for that God.
