Conversation Over the Roar

We are living proof of ourselves.    We are living proof of what we have agreed to become, of what we need, of what we want.     In the downtown streets of Chattanooga,  I played music in the loft today,  I plugged in my amp,  opened the windows, and turned on our flickering rows of cheap string lights..  I put my hands and fingers to the strings and just let out goodness.       And there was no hiding here.. no shame.. no darkness and hostility..  only the feeling of being accepted and desired.  Both by myself, and by God.      Admiration from across the room as well... wearing underwear and a grin.    

Andrew Tipton