Crazy World

Once again things have been whirling around in a never-ending slew of problems and stuff. Things are crazy. School started so I'm teaching now, and then college starts on Monday so I'm getting ready for that. Everything is happening all at once, and my cat licked chemicals so he was rushed to the vet and got medication for a chem burn in his mouth and ran up a beautiful bill: crazy.

It never ends does it?
The particular crazy I want to talk about today, however, is the crazy my medicated cat is exhibiting.
So since he has gotten back from the vet and is on his meds now, he is ballistic. (and just to be clear this is my cat we're gonna talk about)
He has been running around chasing an imaginary mouse under our pink chair literally all day. Last night my mom walked up to him while he was sitting and he wagged his head like at tipsy drunk seeing 5 people. All night last night he raced around my room pawing, "talking", pulling at my door, knocking things off: being crazy.
The medication he is on has altered his perspective, but also made him numb to any pain (or consequences) he might have from trying to rip my door down or knock it down by throwing himself at it.
Watching him race around all crazed about something imaginary, and frantically try to escape my room makes me think of myself.
How often do I find myself in a situation where the occurrences of my life have altered my perspective and made me numb, or just plumb crazy? I think it's more often than I realize.
We all have things that have happened to us that kind of medicate our responses. Those responses may be carefully weighed, but it's still coming from a skewed perspective of reality.
My stress about so many things comes from deep, medicated responses.
But why is my medicated response the fear of past things instead of Gods proven provision?
I personally think that it's because we go slightly crazy.
Just like my cat and his medicated responses we forget what's real, and what's not. We go into this psychotic whirl of busy-ness, chasing things that aren't there, throwing ourselves against doors that won't open. We forget what is real and what is not.

While it may take a while for the "meds" to wear off, my cat will eventually return to normal, and so will we. But we have to take care of ourselves, of our minds. We have to admit that we have "medicated responses", and being to deal with those repercussions, and slowly "wean" ourselves off what feeds the fear into our hearts and minds.
So yea things are going crazy, but you and I don't have to go crazy with it.

Crazy World

Michelle B. Rose

Welcome to my crazy world, 

where things spin round and round. 

Where left is right and up is down, 

and square is curiously round. 

Where the high tide shrinks on the banks of the sea, 

and from mountains their height does flee, 

Where a whisper is a shout

and anger a pout

in my crazy little world it be.

Welcome to my crazy little world, 

where the universe spins around me. 

Where a day is too short

and the night never starts,

my crazy little world surrounds me.

Where I stand by fear, and not by faith

But yet inside my soul I hear,

a small still voice calling out my name,

 "Stand tall by grace and do not fear"

I close my eyes

and just ignore 

the swirl of chaos around me. 

 and then I hear,

loud and clear, that still small voice

inside me. 

Finally, as I stand,

in my crazy little world

my universe crashing down, 

I stand by myself, 

filled with peace, not with doubt, 

as the presence of my God surrounds me. 

So welcome to my world, 

though crazy it may be. 

I hope you can find peace,

and my God I hope you see.