What’s Inside?
As I was looking back at some of my former posts, the question marks at the end of my sentences had me asking yet another question: “Why so many questions?” Of course, it is the only way to learn. Curiosity seems to drive us in the direction. We are constantly “learning” by asking ourselves questions. We set our focus on the world around us in … Continue reading What’s Inside?
As The Heart Pleads
My heart has changed through a way of love I now choose to see the other unfortunately not always but most of the time as a close and respected brother My heart has changed through a way of compassion I now see the trouble we share I sometimes question why people are hurt but for them I say a prayer My heart has … Continue reading As The Heart Pleads
I Give You Rest
A well-rested mind greets a day in a defined way. Set aside — unlike the tired mind; the worried and wounded. More of the natural beauty of His making, His nature, His gifts, can be captured through the bright eye of morning. Continue reading I Give You Rest
The Gift Of The Unknown
As I wake this morning, I sit and wonder why I exist. Is there a bigger plan that I am somehow a very small part of? I believe so. I believe we all are. Somehow, we are an intricate part of a divine whole. I do mine, you do yours, and somehow, the end result has purpose. Just my thoughts. But, is this great working … Continue reading The Gift Of The Unknown
Piously Preachy
I cannot help but think that other brothers love to compare They study you and I and hope we aren’t aware They look at us with disgust and quote their tattered Bible Finding reasons to belittle God’s children as if their judgment is viable Pick a particular sin, kind sir and pick on me today Pick one that you’re not guilty of and declare how … Continue reading Piously Preachy
I Sometimes Wonder…
What makes us who we are? Is it the outward appearance? Is it the display for the rest — varying in ways that are specifically crafted for each one we meet? Is it the talk and the walk — the good show we can knock out of the park? Is it the experience? The knocks? The comforts of love found within the moments of … Continue reading I Sometimes Wonder…
