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Yes, my soul.

    David, King David of the Bible, severally reminded and instructed his soul to bless the Lord, to put it's hope in God and so on. It always confused me as a kid. I thought it was weird and odd that he would have to tell his soul what to do.


     It's enthralling what helps put things in perspective for me and it's even more fascinating how random they can be. The news, a conversation, a line in a movie and don't get me started on song lyrics. Or Scripture itself! Anyway, anything and anything, and if you're old here you know, will leave me thinking.
    So, I was scrolling through Instagram lazily because it's now become one of those must do but really don't have to  routines. Funny how I love social media but hate it too. There I was looking at all this stuff, again about nothing and all things, flooding my mind with quick two second sights of I don't know, beautiful black women; drenched in cooking oil (those models always look like that if you ask me), short videos of people making food with lots of cheese when I decided to view people's stories.
    One of my friends from school, had posted something, I couldn't tell you in exact detail what it was,(I forget) but right under it she wrote three words, that really did change everything for me.
''Yes, my soul.''
              The way she gently was encouraging her soul with scripture, (I remember that much, it was scripture) and acknowledging that those Words could and would indeed bring life to her, straight out challenged me. I slowed down instantly, and realized how obsessively fast paced I can and had become, quiet but not really silent, idle but occupied and so on. 
    What I mean is, not slowing down. Delving deep into everything else except catering for my soul. Not slowing down to feed my soul with all things good and satisfactory. Or to say the least, not slowing down enough to let God's word be like honey on my lips (I'm not a fan of honey but that's scripture so I'll use that) but let's say; lemonade. I like that a lot. And it's the MOST refreshing thing especially in this humid hot weather. Not letting the Word be like lemonade on my lips or like a nap after hard work, or a swim when the sun's blazing. Not only that but also be like a rebuke from a mother, y'all need to see my mother's facial expression when I agitate her or do something absolutely ''off color'' (one of her favorite words): it's really priceless.
 Or be rest for a restless soul and hope for a hopeless one. 
    Anyway, how's your soul? I think it would love some attention and there's really only one 
Person that will deal with it intimately, none of that soul mate business. And this Person particularly has a Book for you to refer to. Plus, He loves you and our soul's are big on being loved, no doubt. 

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