I've always been drawn to words written during times long forgotten. The impact of where we once stood still has strength in our act of forward motion. I came across a line that lays it on the line, "I can't sit in a church every Sunday and not want to try on a pair of shoes." Basically meaning. We are given lessons every day. But we choose to sit outside the circles of the decisions makers. Only to complain about their reasons with another circle created on the weekend. We do a lot during our every moment. But how much of that a lot do you use as the gifted experience? To teach it. Not preach it. With so much change. Can we ever regain control?