Fulcrum

There are times, like right now, when I begin to wonder how God could love me. The are ways in me that, if I can, He can see, that are sinful. Brothers will say, “You MUST change your way”, yet, I’m selfish. I sometimes believe that a devil can deceive, while a God has saved. Other times, I am lost… If He died on the … Continue reading Fulcrum

Under The Blue

Under the blue, we breathe the springing onset. New has arrived, and we miss what we’ve met.   Songs of the season– the rustling of tree. The voices of organic life. The sorrow we see.   Sun shines on opportunity– our lighted ambitions. Darkness hides our intent– impeded positions.   Standing firmly in the rays of exuberant determination, under the blue, in His creation, we … Continue reading Under The Blue

My God…

Pilate asked, “What is truth?” Jesus replied with, “I am.” Yet, they need more than that…  Lending God a hand.   Move over, God, men have found more to add. They interpret your truth, negating what you had. It’s way more complicated than a simple faith in you. So many educated scholars, telling others what to do.   Oh, God, so many men have robbed … Continue reading My God…

Hush

He wanted to be a Christian. They told him to repent. They said he must join a church. They demanded he celebrate Lent. The led him to believe that he was a slave to sin. They made him feel unworthy when he stood in front of them. “You need to change, my brother.” He heard it three times a week. On Wednesday, and twice on … Continue reading Hush

In Ways

I heard from God today– He spoke through the chatter of the morning birds. I saw God today– He rose with the sun over our unbalanced land. I tasted God today– the sweetness of the berry He gave. I touched God today– caressing His craftsmanship as I held her close. I smelled the Lord today– bending with aches, I breathed in the fragrance of new … Continue reading In Ways

Behind those Foster Grants Of Life

It is interesting to see how the emotions play such a huge part in our experiences. I turned on my computer this morning to see a small monkey gripping firmly to a tree branch as the Windows program was booting up. Random pictures appear in this process, and they are usually accompanied by a few words to draw interest that pertains to the image. Anyway, … Continue reading Behind those Foster Grants Of Life