Saturday, March 19, 2005

Restrained Elation

It struck at around 2:oopm. "Oh Mother I'm high!" I said with a smile that could not be cast down. I'd made the decision to listen intently - an unspoken thing that I do best when I'm "high". Thoughts were beautiful - pure and beautiful. A taste Christ gives me now of when I'll be with him. I know in a way they must be irritating to others, but for me, liberty. But that liberty must be held back because it's unhealthy now. The "then" Paul talks about is coming, and as a bipolar, I will "see" and "know fully", but now I'm waiting for my King. And I must restrain my elation. (i.e. take medication)