Surfing through a few writings this morning, and after reading the specific focus of one writer proclaiming that his dad was his “hero” while growing up, it occurred to me: I had no heroes. One can look at the word in a number of ways. In this instance, the guy was obviously talking about his father being the role model that he looked up to … Continue reading I’ve Always Been My Own Hero. I Had No Choice.
Everybody copes — one prays, one mopes. Another spends their time shooting dope. Everybody dies — one of the natural , one from the lies. Another finds the way to commence suicide. Everybody has a pain — one is the physical, one is whom they blame. Another uses it to maintain. Everybody lives — one takes, one gives. Another purges themselves of their sins. Everybody … Continue reading Sum Of Us
A few frames from our country. Enjoy the moments etched in your time. Continue reading Before The Fall
This journey of mine has really led me to some very interesting places within myself. In retrospect, I am seeing just how much wasted energy has been placed upon becoming my negative thoughts, opposed to simply observing them. This morning, I am thinking deeply about the difference, as well as the development of the strategies I have encountered throughout the journey that have kept / … Continue reading So Much More
Enjoy the joyous blessing of getting to experience another day… Continue reading Autumn Rising
Why do His children fool themselves by believing the obvious lies? Pulling wool over their own faces; blinding prideful eyes. Point to Scripture — and if they don’t like — they talk and talk some more. They talk around the sin at hand, while tiptoeing for the door. If in error, or if doctrine corrected, the proud man makes excuse. If you back it up … Continue reading Soapbox Sabotage
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