Backlash

If I had the choice, I’d never do it all over again. Living in the past. Sure, I’ve written about the importance of living in the present numerous times, and I’ve found that it takes a great amount of effort on one’s own part to achieve this way of thinking. Years ago I never would have thought it was even possible. My whole life revolved … Continue reading Backlash

So Little Known

I ran across this song in February of 2019. It was just a few days after my father had passed. The song had so much emotion, as I also had, that was expressed through Thom’s unbelievably unique talent. My father was a mystery to me, but what little I did get to experience while knowing him was a mix of how this song makes me … Continue reading So Little Known

Humanity Harvest

Gathering the nourishment– picking from poisoned bush– we place our selection in the basket of reason. The berry appears so tempting, so ripe, with sweetness to indulge. Juice like wine. Pallet of splendor. The taste of a dream we’d rather not wake from. We knew we were poisoned from the beginning– yet, we ate. We didn’t care. We boldly placed our selection in the woven … Continue reading Humanity Harvest

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

Rise

I think I’ll look for peace today. Not worrying about the panic and the current, stressful way. I think I’ll enjoy the songs of the birds outside my door, and see the beauty in someone that I’ve never seen before. Maybe I’ll catch the sunrise as I’m heading towards the east– capturing the calm that, for a time, had sadly ceased. I think I’ll look … Continue reading Rise

A Shared Blogger’s Post: SIGNS OF PROBLEMS IN SECTS AND OTHER VARIATIONS OF THE GOSPEL [1381] — CROSSROMAN

Some of the signs of problems in doctrine are that there is a desire to retain some form of law by which to have control over people. A failure to let go of the Mosaic law, and to introduce further laws, even such as “The commandments of Christ” that then bite in as being a […] via SIGNS OF PROBLEMS IN SECTS AND OTHER VARIATIONS OF … Continue reading A Shared Blogger’s Post: SIGNS OF PROBLEMS IN SECTS AND OTHER VARIATIONS OF THE GOSPEL [1381] — CROSSROMAN

Late

Foolishly, we wait. Along the roadside of our expectations, we wait for someone to rescue us from our despondency. We wait for the new day to bring the same somethings that have been available to us all along. We wait for a change, to satisfy, with the hope of it staying for more than the familiar sojourn. We wait there, at the shoulder of our … Continue reading Late

On Fear Street

The haunted houses I used to visit were some of the scariest places on earth. The homes were filled with the same things that you could find within the usual home: pictures, appliances, furniture. The parts of the familiar when it pertains to daily necessity. Pretty lively places, overall. At certain times, though, the demons would manifest. The fiend would take on many forms. A … Continue reading On Fear Street

Times of Some

Sometimes, it’s the setting sun. It’s the way the tree appears featureless as the light on the horizon, behind her, is leaving for the eve. A silhouette, left in the dark, until the light returns to brighten another day… sometimes.   Sometimes, its the song. Three single notes, pulling the fears from the eyes, as the acoustic speaks what we couldn’t say. Taking all the … Continue reading Times of Some

Dear Friend

Dig up the awful and dwell upon its bane. You then begin to wonder why you feel the same old pain. A new way of thinking… No, that won’t work for you. It involves a change of direction, and we know what pity does for you. It keeps you grounded in your purpose. Right where you want to be. Your turn your head before observing … Continue reading Dear Friend

Descension

Anxiety stricken Beating heart On the verge of falling apart Nerves are shot Sweats and shakes Clinching this disaster as the still ground quakes Try to breathe Close my eyes Nothing works and it’s no surprise Everyone wonders why I’m exhausted now They offer advice but they don’t know how Ease today Doc pushed the pill Come back next month for another bill Pill wouldn’t … Continue reading Descension

Heavy Ways

Heavy is the weight of the trials; the load that is carried throughout the long walk of miles. Heavy is the stressful life we find; those demands and strangling hands of a love lost, never left behind. Heavy is the decision one wishes could have been different; the choice in a moment they are now sickened by, as it fell short of efficient. Heavy is … Continue reading Heavy Ways

Their Futile Rumination

When things are grey, much like the skies over our foreseen days of cabin fever, we look into ourselves. The walls close in. We begin to think of things that aren’t true: Do they care? Do I matter? Why me? Am I as good as I tell myself?   The grey impedes. Shortened days and wearisome nights. Patience restrained. Diving deeper into the abyss of … Continue reading Their Futile Rumination

Nothing Left

The boy of the past who lived in a home where comforts were seldom and while left alone he’d cry for his mother who stayed out all night after her shift she’d head for the light of houses tucked away in the cities and towns to smoke up her poison and then run around a little bit longer to hit up the bars laughing and … Continue reading Nothing Left

Days Of Old

I visit the places from the wonder years — around the streets and drives of my past. Down the walks around blocks once journeyed. Somewhere in time, they still last. A bit older and a bit wiser — I long for the days with Dad. He lived in the heart of the city, and now I see why he had. Peaceful and quiet neighborhoods, little … Continue reading Days Of Old

He Sat Alone

I couldn’t drag the man away… from himself. From himself — long enough for him to take a look. To take a look… to peer into the man that others see. The arrogant, self-centered and proud man. The man surrounded by trophies and awards. The man of importance. He wouldn’t step aside. He wouldn’t come over to the table where my friend and I were … Continue reading He Sat Alone

Setting

The autumn evening sun reminds me of then; The days of the past — I remember when. My life was much different and the moments were bleak. The consequence was not a lesson and inner-voice did not speak. Sequestered spaces in shade with those of my kind. We’d wait for the darkness to alter the mind. Praising and passing our pleasure around. Burying our sorrow … Continue reading Setting

Choose This Day…

The time is now to accept what is true but to not stay there if it is harming you Time is not promised and the days are only so long Take the time within this day to recognize what is wrong How to know what is right is evaluating what is real the things that are your true essence are not the emotions that you … Continue reading Choose This Day…

The Short Distance

Time is not on our side. The clock is ticking–counting down. Life began in a flash, and it ends the same way. We breathe in life, and exhale our demise.   The heart and brain. The skeletal structure. All of the fibers and… the blood.   The imagery gathered by the eyes that examine. The mind that translates. Tasting, touching and feeling; sensing what our … Continue reading The Short Distance

Love Me

She couldn’t love anymore– nothing would ever be the same. She died on that October morning– all of life consumed by shame. The man she called her hero had robbed her of her zeal. He closed the door behind them, and the villain was revealed. Time and time again, his hand would take a little more of the light that once shined brightly in those … Continue reading Love Me

Two-Way Street

Tell me, my friend, what it’s like being me Have I forgotten what I had chosen to be? Perhaps–outside, looking in–you know better than me Maybe I’m the one who cannot see? Tell me, my friend, how does life look through my eyes? Does the vision you have speak as clearly as mine? Maybe I should step away and give you my mind and see … Continue reading Two-Way Street

Are You Righteous?

I threw out all of the past bitterness and tried to love again. Without getting into much detail, I will tell you a bit about my recent, personal experience with forgiveness. It truly has taken me a long time to learn how to knock down a few barriers; those walls that have been built up over my life. So many different avenues that led me … Continue reading Are You Righteous?

Superficial

What kind of love is defined as you go about your days? Do you view love as an emotion that slowly fades away?   Do you find love in your nights as you hit the bar in town searching for perfect face and body– one night–to comfort the daily frown?   Is love found in the food: pizza, burgers and fries? Do you like what … Continue reading Superficial

Ashes To Ashes

Saturday night alone Just me and the thoughts at hand Reading the writings of my father His pen, his marks, scribbled firmly onto his yellow sheet I sit and stare into the fire The mysteries pass before its light My dad: no longer like the wood that fuels the flame like the thoughts that passed away with him like the pen that scribbled his voice … Continue reading Ashes To Ashes

Surpassed Understanding

Yesterday morning, I read the following: The peace of God: This is the peace spoken of in Philippians 4:7. It is beyond “all mind”; that is, beyond our power of thinking. “What is God’s peace? The unruffled serenity of the infinitely-happy God, the eternal composure of the absolutely well-contented God.” (Spurgeon) Which surpasses all understanding: It isn’t that it is senseless and therefore impossible to … Continue reading Surpassed Understanding

What The Morning Holds

I remember a time when the light of day was a burden. A completely dreadful time. It was the beginning of another day of worries, anxieties, worthlessness and hopelessness. Each time I would rise in the morning began a course that ushered in the nightmarish realities of my existence. I had to take action. Their is a quote from a fictional character in a movie, … Continue reading What The Morning Holds

It’s Just A Move Away

I have vivid memories of my grandmother and I playing checkers. It is probably one of the first board games I had learned to play. The fairly simple game, introduced by my grandma, quickly became a favorite. You probably know its simplicity. This illustration: a simple move that can overcome the opposing obstacle, shows the opportunity all of us are capable of. If we learn … Continue reading It’s Just A Move Away

In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter

I watched my grandfather, who lived to be 93 years of age, lie in bed after his wife had passed. He was dealing with a lot of sorrow after she had moved on to her eternal life. He would just stay in bed most of the time. I had a few limited interactions with him within those few months between my grandmother’s and his passing. … Continue reading In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter

What We Choose To See

The anticipation of spring; the long awaited event that is greatly appreciated after a cold winter. The blooming of the new, full of the bold colors of God’s choosing. My wife requested that we surround the house with flowers this year. We had moved into a different home a little over a year ago and the landscape was pretty bare. It needed a lot of … Continue reading What We Choose To See

Valor

My personal life has been nothing short of dangerous. From the beginning, the mess my parents had caused- the ongoing physical and mental abuse between themselves while I sat helplessly on the sidelines, with no comprehension of why it was taking place- set me up for a dysfunctional life that is still, at times, resonating throughout my current days. Forty years later. Times, much like … Continue reading Valor

What We Are Owed

“But I’m entitled!!” Have you ever heard someone say this when it was clearly not true? It may not have been with these exact words, but the statement, or focus, was based upon their self-importance? I think I have not only heard it, but have also thought and said it at the most inappropriate times. There is currently a little boy who believes the entire … Continue reading What We Are Owed

Deep, Abiding, Ineffable, Love — His Eye Is On The Sparrow

If “God is love,” well ok, then! But it must be a love we as human beings can barely comprehend. We have nothing in experience to compare it to. It must certainly be a deeper, wider, higher, sacrificial, stubborn, consistent, unconditional, unwavering, and committed love than anything we have experienced or known. We are not […] via Deep, Abiding, Ineffable, Love — His Eye Is On … Continue reading Deep, Abiding, Ineffable, Love — His Eye Is On The Sparrow

The Harboring

A young man walked into a bad situation one afternoon as he was confronted with an item found within the pocket of his pants. His grandmother was emptying the pockets before placing the pants in the washer. The item was used for something illegal. The young man’s grandfather waited until the boy had woken up from another night of partying before asking about the item. … Continue reading The Harboring

Forgotten Silences

There is a certain moment within many mornings throughout the week. I start my vehicle and sit for a few minutes under the large trees lining our street. I usually find some music to listen to and lay my collection of items in the passenger seat. That time is a routine I’ve had for many years. There is about a half-hour drive to my place … Continue reading Forgotten Silences

Don’t Give Up

The following is an excerpt from the Christian-based book: Overcoming Anxiety, Worry And Fear by Dr. Gregory L. Jantz and Ann Mc Murray. If you suffer from any of the three, or a combination of, I highly recommend the book. It is a book I have referenced, recommended and gifted for the past three years. It is a great aid in learning how to overcome … Continue reading Don’t Give Up

We Fail To Trust The Walk Upon Our Waters

22 Immediately he made the disciples get into the boat and go before him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowds. 23 And after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up on the mountain by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, 24 but the boat by this time was a long way from the land, beaten by the … Continue reading We Fail To Trust The Walk Upon Our Waters

My Two Fathers: One Flawless, One Fallen

I write with a very heavy heart this morning. Monday morning, my father passed. It has taken a few days for me to really sort through all of the emotions, and today I am writing about some of the many thoughts I have had. If you grew up in a home that was full of torture as I did, then I pray that this post … Continue reading My Two Fathers: One Flawless, One Fallen

The Tired Truths

God knows your heart. He knows your hurts. He knows your weakness. He knows the sins that you are trying hard to let go of. He knows your sadness. He knows your feelings of inferiority when you stand next to the esteemed. He knows your best. He knows your worst. He knows the people who judge you. He knows the ones who take their own … Continue reading The Tired Truths

Learning From Our Consequences

My wife and I were having a brief discussion about the consequences of actions as I was preparing to leave for work this morning. The topic was about the mistakes we had made by choosing to run into past intimate relationships and marriages without first getting to know the person. You see, both my wife and I did not practice what we, me more so … Continue reading Learning From Our Consequences

In Between

There once was a time when I had to wait for the results of a blood test that I had done. I was ordered by my doctor to give blood in order to have it examined. The testing would show whether or not I had, what would be, a very life-changing disease. It was also possible that I could have had more than one disease. … Continue reading In Between

Joyrides

Trying times can bring many different things to us as individuals. I took a long drive today. My wife works thirds on the weekends and two of my three kids always go to their grandparent’s home for the two days. Our twelve-year-old stays secluded in his room, literally all weekend, and plays Fortnite. It is absolutely his obsession right now. I have my feelings about … Continue reading Joyrides

Emphasizing The Necessity of Christ

Pinned to my taskbar was a link to the following article. It must have had an importance somewhere along the way for me to pin it within sight for later reference. The message is so incredibly prevalent within each day. The holiday my family and I will celebrate today is absolutely unprofitable, for me, unless I genuinely embrace the Lord in His fullness of spiritual … Continue reading Emphasizing The Necessity of Christ

The Beautiful Spirit

Sometimes it is an amazing thought, an unfathomable thought, to know that He dwells in me. His Spirit. What does that mean? John the Baptist Prepares the Way 3 In those days John the Baptist came preaching in the wilderness of Judea, 2 and saying, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand!” 3 For this is he who was spoken of by the … Continue reading The Beautiful Spirit

Real Faith

Thomas, like many, doubted that Jesus was resurrected. This morning in John 20:26-29 (KJV), I read, “And after eight days again his disciples were within, and Thomas with them: then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, ‘Peace be unto you.’ Then saith he to Thomas, ‘Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, … Continue reading Real Faith