Westwoods

Maybe it's forty something years in me Or maybe it just new found independence.  Either way, I find I don't fit in Anyone's boxes. I won't. I shouldn't. It's not  One size fits all. I know my size I see my flaws just fine. Sometimes glaringly Like monsters under my bed. I'm working on it.  I spend time with God too. My ears hear you But my heart has another thing going on. Your thing is important. Mine is too. Both important things Are best understood, In the presence of Our Lord. Instead of predicting, sorting, Confusing the facts With words... Instead of turning the crank On that jack in the box And smashing it all back inside With an arm poking out... You can't figure me out It's not your job. I won't fit in your box  But you need me. We need each other To understand and trust That we have the same tools Jesus, God, and The Holy Ghost. Pray for me. I pray for you. We are not the enemies Of each othe