I am outside a coffeehouse in Kansas City. It is 64 degrees and everyone is out enjoying the day. Around me, people are eating and mingling.
At first, I thought a young man was hitting on two ladies, but it was outside my ear shot. When I listened closer (yes, I was eaves-dropping) to what the man was saying, I found his passion. He was quoting scriptures and telling the ladies all about God and Jesus.
As he monopolized the conversation, his passion rose up to almost to a fever. He spoke from his heart with a confident conviction even as judmental eyes surrounded him. After seeing his passion manifested to the outside, I don't remember one thing he said because I was too busy soaking up the remnants of this passion flinging in all directions.
I find myself simply admiring this unswerving act of obedience for all to soak in. I think I finally understand how people may be drawn to someone with an unbridled passion. I will put that in my bonnet for later.
Until then - I am looking for moments of creativity and inspiration to bathe on.
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