Today, as I pondered my Heart, I realized something very interesting. Years ago, I obtained a book that I truly wished to have. I opened it and read, "Once upon a time......." and there was nothing else. All the following pages were blank. Who would do such a thing? "Oh well", I thought. So, I set the book aside and went on with my life, as I thought I knew it should be. Over time, I found myself on a cycle, one big alpha-snake-snake circle. My life moved forward, on impulse and on feelings & emotions, rather than thought out plans, intelligence, and wisdom.
Not too long ago, I decide to break this cycle to the best of my ability. At this point in my life, I found this book again and decided to keep it close. Every day, I'd open it to see if there was any change. Over a year has passed now and there is writing on more and more pages, yet the book is nowhere near finished and I don't think there will ever be an ending or final chapter. I have come to see that I was the author all along, the only one created to fill the pages of this book. Fill them, I shall.
Where I am in my life, now, is at a point where life is no longer gonna just happen to me. I'm gonna HAPPEN to life!
HAPPY TUESDAY!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!
**inspired by the spectacular six**
The term "Lion Tamer" came up in a conversation the other day, and my mind ran away with it. I am going to try my best to articulate where it took me. After much thought and toying with words, I came up with a few types of lions. These are not just regular old lions. These are lions that I've either seen or been in relationships. There are dead lions, broken lions, and tame lions. The dead lions are lions who have lost all desire to be lions. They have no recollection of their true nature or who they are meant to be. Dead to their purpose and dead to the will of God, they have become. The broken lions are similar to the dead ones but they DO remember who they once were, but have lost all hope of being their natural selves, ever again. They've simply forfeit their very nature, their dreams, their desires to that of those so undeserving. Finally, the tame lion comes about. The tame lion is all lion, just a little better self-controlled than one who may be freely roaming the Serengeti.
Who these lions are, has lot to do with who their paired with, mated to, married to. There are hunters, abusers, and tamers. The hunters are all about the sport and trophies to hang and boast about. There is no love for the lion whatsoever. The hunter wants the lion, but wants him/her dead, lifeless and going along with the flow. The hunter doesn't want a lion with desires to be great or better. He/she simply wants one there who will make him/her look good or stand out. Now, the abuser does what his/her name commands. She/he degrades, ridicules, mistreats, and abuses his/her lion until the lion breaks. The abuser tends to expose, exploit, and capitalize on his/her lion's weaknesses, flaws, and not so great things of the past. Lastly, there is the tamer. The tamer understands and respects the nature of the lion. He/she does not wish or aim to harm the lion. If anything, the tamer protects the rest of us from the lion's nature by helping the lion to control and refrain from unleashing his/her fire. The Tamer loves the lion and tends to the lion's need. Over time, that's all the lion desires, the love of his/her tamer and to return such love and protect the tamer of his heart. The tamer allows the lion to be a lion, while helping him/her to focus his/her energy on the right things, and in the best of ways.
I'm not sure if anyone has a piece of a crumb of a clue of what I've just said, but that's the way it hit me. I'm just think about the fiery whirlwind that I tend to be.......more of a fire breathing lion than anything. As I think about my ways, my struggles, and wildness of heart, I've never had a tamer in my life, until now. She told me once, "I love you in spite of you!" She understands the fires and fury inside my chest and where much of it stems from, if not all. My Tamer brings new perspective to help me see things better and in ways I never have before. She protects the unsuspecting from my abrasive tongue and harsh impulses. She has even helped me to be a better father. I'm a much better man, I think, than I was a year ago. My Tamer does not seek to harm me, claim me as a prize of which to boast, or look to change me in any way. She allows my nature to be, while helping me to see it and know it better. My Tamer simply loves me. in the ways that love was meant to shared.
HAPPY MONDAY!! I LOVE YOU ALL!! HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!
Bryan Hollomon Williams