I identify closely with these lyrics to the song “Missing Person” by Michael W Smith.

“Another question in me
One for the powers that be
It’s got me thrown
And so I put on my poker face

And try to figure it out
This undeniable doubt
A common occurrance
Feeling so out of place

Guarded and cynical now
Can’t help but wondering how
My heart evolved into
A rock beating inside of me

So I reel
Such a stoic ordeal
Where’s that feeling that I don’t feel

There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain
And like a child he would believe without a reason
Without a trace, he disappeared into the void and
I’ve been searchin’ for that missing person

Under a lavender moon
So many thoughts consume me
Who dimmed that glowing light
That once burned so bright in me

Is this a radical phase
A problematical age
That keeps me running
From all that I used to be

Is there a way to return
Is there a way to unlearn
That carnal knowledge
That’s chipping away at my soul

I’ve been gone too long
Will I ever find my way home

Where are you,
where are you
Where are you, where are you
Ohh

I’ve been searchin’,
where are you
For that person,
where are you
Where are you, ohh”

What song best descibes you?

Welcome to MoMo’s! HERE are the guidelines. If this is your first time giving your “amazing story”, PLEASE take time to read them. It will save us both a lot of time.

To join me, write a post today (or a post you’ve written from last Monday to Sunday) sharing something tht has happened to you this last week - anything funny or interesting, crazy, fulfilled, too busy, hilarious, wistful, or any number of out of the ordinary happenings that made you happy or miserable last week.  Put a link in your post to this post permalink (not my general URL) and then put the permalink of your post (not your general URL) here at the end of this post. Thanks.  By the way, I do this because I love stories.  To tell them, to hear them, and to read them.

So tell me your “Inspired by the truth” story every Monday…

Here’s mine.

As many of you know from here and here and here and maybe even here, last week was an amazing week, and I learned more than anything that I wanted to “live in the speed of love.” (This is a quote from Vince Antonucci’s book, “I became a Christian and all I got was this lousy T-shirt”)  But in thinking back to last week and toward the future of my life, I want one more thing.

I want to be the person who lives his life, not who watched others live theirs.

I love watching TV, and I love watching sports, but I don’t want to waste my life watching everyone else do their thing.  I want to be used by God to live a life of action for Him (when He calls me to) and when He doesn’t, still I don’t think moving is that bad.  Things like exercise,walking up to someone I don’t know and talking to them, and taking the occasional risk are all a part of doing living a full life, and I want to be that person.

For me, more times than not, that means relationally.  I love talking to people and learning from other people who have been there and back again.  But sometimes I get slothful and would rather just sit back and watch TV.  As I get older, this is not happening less, but more, and I want it to change.

I want to actively find out about you and what makes you tick and succeed, so that I can learn something to better prepare me for ticking and succeeding.

Except on Sunday afternoons.  I still like to nap and watch sports on Sunday afternoon.

What does “Living your life”mean to you?