Poetry perhaps?

I wrote this short poem at a Burger King inside a terminal of LAX. The context doesn't really add to it. Enjoy.
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Urged to look ahead,

Gladly complied.

And sorry it took so long,

Staying with me longer than I want.
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It's short and simple. Thanks for reading.

-BDC

Resting in Grace

Okay. I'll admit I'm not one to get vulnerable easily on a blog. Something about it just seems steeped upon wishful thinking that random someones might stumble upon your humble little website, read your over-processed blog ramblings, and somehow "get you."

I'll further admit I've done a flat-out lousy job of keeping a blog during my time in California. Five months can move fast -- and it magically takes the eve of the Thanksgiving holiday to bring out my creative juices, heartfelt sentiments, and overall motivation to write something.

I'm intentionally listening to Christmas music for the first time this year -- Sufjan's opus of holiday tunes, of course. Blame it on my suppressed notions of the indie-kid aesthetic, but I shamelessly admit this collection of songs has changed my mindset on the holiday season for the better.

A red-eye flight from LAX to Milwaukee to Indianapolis brought me home, and for the first time in a long while I saw the beautiful desaturated flatness that is an autumn in Indiana. God knows I've missed this. Five months is too long -- but as always, in a semi-magical fashion, time seems to play a reverse effect. Five months is also not long at all. Despite a renovated kitchen and bathroom, not much has changed at home. The only thing I truly notice that has changed is the season. It's not just late autumn -- it's the holiday season. Officially.

That being said (and yes, my introductions are always this convoluted), let me say a thing or two about Thanksgiving. I simply love it. I love my family and I love the memories -- both the good and the bad (2009, I'm looking at you!).

Sunday's sermon at Pacific Crossroads in Los Angeles floored me. The pastor began with a unique welcoming, saying in light of the Thanksgiving holiday that we are to rest in the grace of God. That being said, I'm making an effort to rest this Thursday and dedicate time to reflect on the insurmountable grace He has shown to me. I'll stop before my nostalgic notions get me choked up, but I can't help but think of an all-to-familiar hymnal verse: "Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home."

So stinking appropriate. A Hallmark moment. My eyes are almost watery.

There you have it. I've gotten vulnerable to an extent.

Happy Thanksgiving.

-Brent