Ticked off

Ever been ticked off: annoyed, bothered, offended? It happens. Big stuff little stuff by people we know or will never know. It almost seems inevitable that someone somewhere sometime is going to join you in a rubbing the wrong way match!

The truth is I have done it and I have had it done. It's no fun. Sometimes the sting lasts for a moment and sometimes we build a monument to it in our minds and make a really huge deal out of it!

One time, hundreds of thousands of seconds ago, I got into a tick match with someone. I said something they did not understand so they said something I didn't appreciate so I said something they did not appreciate and poof. It was over. Bridge burned, line cut, toilet flushed. I had done it. I let my fumble fingers create pixels formed into letters that were fatal. A friendship died, a relationship ended, an association dissed!

It left me wondering. Could the whole thing have been avoided? How and if can it be repaired?

It also got me thinking about ticks...the tick of a clock, a second. A tick mark, which is a small mark beside an item on a list. And of course there is the very small parasite. The point being they are all small.

It made me realize I want to be a person who has more time than a second, more space than an ink mark, and that is not so easily bugged.

What if we all became just a little less likely to strike a match, pull the plug, or press the lever. What if we were not so quick to jump to a conclusion that feels more like an amputation? Which is what follows the tick, the off.

So the next time you're down to your last tick, make sure you stop before the off.

The Setting Sun

The setting sun calls to the colors
Like a mother to her young
come hide with me for the evening
and I will set you free with the dawn




k.i.hucks

deeper still the love of God

deeper still the love of God
when I have reached my end
when the depth of hurt and harm
like an ocean raging

deeper still the love of God
as sorrow takes my breath
when death like an icy tide
wins the war we're waging

deeper still the love of God
when all my hope is gone
and like spilt water on the sand
is drunk with endless wanting

deeper still the love of God
no strength for holding on
caring not where I land
for there He will still be holding


k.i. hucks