Wear more white.

On September 8th, 2010 I was wandering around Long Beach while Aleen was at work. I was at a coffee shop and met a guy who told me he had been crack-free for 6 years, used to be homeless and was getting a laptop that upcoming weekend. His parting advice to me was to “avoid the miserable.”

Then, as I was walking, I met this old lady named Elsa who had frizzy read hair and an accent. She was on her way to the hospital to get tests done on the tumor behind her eye. She was out looking for comfortable navy blue shoes. I walked with her for awhile, because I had nowhere to go and nothing to do so it seemed like a good idea to talk to Elsa.

She had a crazy spirit of discernment and was very faithful to it. She looked me straight in the eyes and gave me a few commands. Wear more whit. Rid my home of black and red. Keep at least one fresh flower in my house, never keep dead ones. Enjoy California. Then the bus came, so I hugged her and tried to remember the things she had said.

Of all the ones I’ve remembered, I’ve tried to remember to never keep dead flowers and keep at least one fresh one.

This is weird, but I always keep dead flowers. I guess part of it is because I’m lazy… but part of it is because I have a hard time letting go. of DEAD FLOWERS. Come on, look at that picture… they’re not even beautiful. They remind me of spiders and they’re depressing.

The Bible says to count ourselves dead to sin but alive to Christ, and that is a nice idea until I realize that you don’t keep dead stuff. I re-read my journal from California and a common theme is this idea that I sometimes feel so enslaved to sin. I keep dead things in my life, and that is just unhealthy. Why keep death when there is LIFE to be had?

So today I threw out my dead flowers and replaced them with live ones. and I wore cream.
For you, Elsa.
and for me.