As I think about the past weekend, I cannot help but contemplate the whole idea of inner truths and inner lies.  What we tell ourselves for a long time, even years can affect the rest of our lives.  We all have things that we tell ourselves that we can just get over or forget.  Those things always come back, no matter how well we think that we stuff them.  The events that transpired as we were children will always affect our adult lives.  The better we learn to cope and live with these events and frustrations, better off we can be as people.

I cannot help but talk about this also.  God has been laying things out in my life that I extremely look forward to.  What makes me frustrated is to not see these things played out immediately.  I know God has His timing and all, but why make me sit and wait for what's right in front of me?  Is it lack of faith? I can work on that.  Is it restriction of culture?  God's true plans never seem to fit in with the culture anyway.  Why do I question all of these things?  Truth is meant to be lived, and sometimes that really sucks.