The Part That's Supposed to Be part 3 of "A Flesh Colored God"

I thought I would be able to write part three sooner. I really did. But every time I thought about it, it didn't feel right to write.

(photo: LindaCharlene)

As much thought as I have given to the 3rd part of my experience on the road and in relationship with A Flesh Colored God, I really COULD write it, but here is the problem:

It's too big to write.

What I really want to do is tell it to you. Not in words on paper or a screen but in the flesh. My mouth speaking and your ears earing.

So maybe I will be able to overcome the "issues" that would prevent me from pursuing the telling and your subsquent hearing.
Or maybe I will tell it to a group (at my next opportunity) and ask for it to be recorded and then upload it for you.

Perhaps you would not feel it as I do.
Perhaps you would say, "Well, actually that's all quite simple. I don't know what the fuss is all about."
And perhaps you would be correct.

What I have gained from pursuing A Flesh Colored God is very simple. Yet it is also quite complicated in the living out of it.
And that is what I have begun to do in just one week.
Living out some very simple sounding words which may not be so simple to live.
Yet in their simplicity and maybe even in their complexity, they free me.

Freedom is complex.
For though it speaks of doors opened, weights lifted, shackles loosened and restoration of rights, there is a price to be paid for freedom.
Freedom costs dearly. 

So while at this particular moment, I do not feel "free" to write part 3 of A Flesh Colored God, I have tasted freedom this week and I don't want to return to doing life with a shackled heart.

My son, Avery, jumping in a rainbow. May his heart always remain unshackled.

(Photo by Erin Morgan)