Feeling sick. Feeling. Blah. Still. Sometimes these blog things and other pages make me feel very self-centered. Then again, if I couldn't write. . . I don't know what I'd do.

Sometimes I am beside myself with wonder of God's complexity. How we can be so complicated and messed up-but we are still His and a work in progress. The strangeness of relationships and people-getting to know people-figuring people out that you've known your whole life or people you've recently met. The complexity of a bug or an animal. They are important right? Because God made them? What about fear in animals. Fear even in bugs; when they run away or even attack you, bite you because you've ruined their home. What is that fear? Is it simply instinct or something much more deep and mysterious?

The issue of veganism, or such, seems to come up often. It's an important issue to me, so maybe I sniff it out without intention. I guess my biggest wonder is, other than what does God want us to think-what does He think, why don't people seem to care more? And why do people think it strange that someone else should care so much? I guess it's just more of a great divide, more of our complexities and uniqueness. But really. Why do people not think about what goes on behind closed doors? It's a darkness that goes way deep and infects many other areas of our lives that, I agree, are more important.

Why did God give the go-ahead to eat them AFTER the fall? And if trees clap their hands to worship, how do animals worship? In their reliance on Him? It seems to me they do a much better job of that than I ever have!

Today's a reading day, I need to go take advantage of it.

If anyone reads, please give your input. . . thanks:)