Blog That Ego

Who am I to draw attention to a narrative I call, “Mine?” An emphasis I present for someone else to compare to and compete with… A voice within, dying to speak louder and longer than… Maybe a 👍 to stroke the ego! Perhaps an agreement to boost the confidence! Am I the golden one with finger outstretched, pointing proudly, while the three of no blame … Continue reading Blog That Ego

No Help Wanted

I find it puzzling to see just how many people are resistant to others helping them in ways that would benefit them. I’ve been doing some work for a family member. There was a time when I thought much like this person. Not being focused on anything other than the past or future was always how I identified myself. You could not tell me that … Continue reading No Help Wanted

Form

A collection of who I am is what I saw as I looked over many of the writings on the site. My blog fist began because of a desire to project my unique experiences into the world with hopes that someone, somewhere, would see their life in a different way. The ability to think about our personal lives–what we experience and how we process the … Continue reading Form

Unfathomed

I asked the question in a previous post, ‘I wonder what lies beyond the objective and subjective world?’ My intention was to receive feedback of different viewpoints, but I only received one response from a faithful follower of mine. His response was, “I believe this unknown area is where Truth is found.” My first thought was that “the Truth” he was referring to is Jesus. … Continue reading Unfathomed

Yeah…

At 2:59 a.m., I sit a type out the truth of my life. It is not of any use to anyone but me, but being able to do so helps. I’m tired. My back has been hurting for the last eighteen or so hours and I am up way too early. I have to work all day and, to be honest, I would call in … Continue reading Yeah…

Bent

It was nice spending some time with the family tonight. Christmas has now come and gone, but the headlines just read had an impactful message that I am still trying to wrap my head around. Another bomb in Nashville, TN, on Christmas Day, was the story. Trump playing golf, avoiding the necessities, as usual. Covid-19 hospital workers sacrificing their time away from families in order … Continue reading Bent

Moving Day

I’ve been spending time of mornings away from the writing here at WordPress. Writing is just not as useful to me as it once had been. When I started this blog, I had a goal: share my personal testimony, with the hope of others seeing the glory of God through Jesus Christ within those accounts of my life. My road has had many ups and … Continue reading Moving Day

It All

Wouldn’t it be nice to remove it all? To take all of the pure filth we are exposed to each day and throw it away? To recognize the dumb stuff we do to fit in to a society of competition and comparison– now so, more than ever, with all of the social media and misinformation– and see that we are really only competing with ourselves? … Continue reading It All

A Man—No More Than A Dream

I knocked on my father’s door at the end of the hall last night. I knew that it was his apartment because of the items outside of his door. He didn’t answer at first, but he finally did. As he appeared, his mostly naked body stumbled backward as he let me in. His nose clearly had been broken, his words were slurred, and his eyes … Continue reading A Man—No More Than A Dream

Nah.

If the day is mine, then no, I won’t go. For the rain is enough for me to stay inside. It’s not that I don’t enjoy your company, but I have a need for my nothings. If the time is not right, why not put it off for another day? If the day never comes, it wasn’t meant to be. Is this a no-no in … Continue reading Nah.

Harassments

Out of all the things there are to focus on, people gladly choose the hell of the world. A man whom I have worked with for many years is really showing his true self lately. Every single workday I can hear his troubled voice, backed with his boisterous theories, spreading the negative to others. Twenty, thirty, or possibly even more minutes are spent on his … Continue reading Harassments

To The Followers

The first thoughts (as the coffee welcomes me) are the focus of my morning writings. It is the way that each day begins which encourages me to peck away at these keys. If I’m exhausted from the previous day of labors, I usually spell it out through the frustrated choice of word. If I’m cool, you get cool. If I’m amazed by His craft, you … Continue reading To The Followers

Lord

BOLD is the word that we use. Bold is the look that have upon our face as we accuse. BOLD is the finger of contempt. Bold is the authority that we claim to hold in our lordly attempt. BOLD is thinking we have the right. Bold is the correction we sternly give to their internal fight. BOLD is not lowly. Bold is the silent killer, … Continue reading Lord

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

The Personal Real

I suppose my willingness to remain strong comes from the constant fight to not fall victim to my circumstances again, and to not begin to see the world in the same ways that I used to. It was once all that I was–my circumstances. It was the only thing that I defined myself as. Failures: circumstances. Wins: circumstances. No power to get on with life: … Continue reading The Personal Real

Feeling Like Doo-Doo

Today, thanks to the spreading of germs, I am sick. Ugh. I didn’t sleep well, have a fever and the beginnings of congestion in my head. I’m not sure what my stomach is planning on doing? Overall, I feel like doing nothing but typing out a few things, lying in my recliner and sipping some coffee. We all have gotten sick at one point or … Continue reading Feeling Like Doo-Doo

High On Our Hell

We used to live for the party. My friends and I would make it a point to find anything that would alter the mind and body. A bottle of booze, low-quality, mid or high-grade weed, powders in baggies that were, hopefully, what the dealer had said they were. Anything to numb. Anything to excite. Drugs and alcohol weren’t the only things that would get us … Continue reading High On Our Hell

The Derelict, They Say

Unless you’ve lived the hurt, you may not know how it is to walk in the melancholy, in a world such as his. The pull of the persuasive; those things of degrees not seen by the onlooker who boldly agrees the inward matches the outward, as they peer at the skin of the withering man wrapped up in that sin. Mistaken, they are, as they … Continue reading The Derelict, They Say

My Reveal

Sometimes I sit and wonder if this blog of mine is really of any value to anyone other than myself? We all desire to be heard. We spend a lot of time speaking and listening, so it is obviously what God intended for us to utilize. With this thought, I am thinking deeply about the real reason why I am currently blogging. Is it really … Continue reading My Reveal

The Christmas Saunter

He walked right by us with his head hung low. His heavy bags of belongings were busting. No one looked up to acknowledge him. His odor was disgusting. Just behind our backs after passing, he turned to us to say, “Do you know what Jesus gave to each and every one of you today?” Dumbfounded by his question we just stood there, silently. Perhaps we … Continue reading The Christmas Saunter

It’s All Love

I’m up so early this morning, and just maybe it’s for good reason? I have been noticing how everything that has been going on within my life — outside of the inevitable wages of sin that tend to show up everyday; the fallen world we live in — points me directly to the love of God. I’ll do my best to explain. Everything — from … Continue reading It’s All Love

Cleaning House

Why do some strive to fix others when they can’t even fix themselves? They’d rather avoid their own mess and tidy up someone else. They kick and scream about the failures of men, pushing aside their own mirror image of sin. It must be pleasing to avoid such decay — no focus on the inner, just how others will pay. Way up high, looking down … Continue reading Cleaning House

Growing Within The Power Within Yourself

Oh no! A Christian writing about “self”! He must be a fake?! We’re supposed to deny ourselves (Matt. 16:24)!! HA! Okay, so the title of my post this morning may look a little self-centered and deceiving. Allow me a few minutes to explain? First and foremost, this is my personal experience. I am not here to preach, argue or correct, and I won’t discuss apologetics. … Continue reading Growing Within The Power Within Yourself

I’m Losing Faith…

…no, not in the Lord. I’m losing my faith in men as they drum up continuous discord. They all claim, “absolute truth”. Twisted flesh interpreting Word. “Look at my way — ignore your own, for your way is absurd!!” The temple of stone erected, with label and fable within. No room for arguments of meaning, just ranks and imperious men. They leave a lasting impression … Continue reading I’m Losing Faith…

The Foundering

Your said that to yourself yesterday, did you not? That truth that is, again, the lie? You’d promised yourself, and God, that you would not break, but your chance to prove it passed by. You said to yourself it would all end. Repentance is what you labeled your aim. But look at you — back it the same boat. The same sinful act and shame. … Continue reading The Foundering

Bring It To The Storehouse

Watch out for the polished preacher The one with the salesman smile He is keen and knows Scripture and will make it worth while to get you inside his palace He’ll promise to shepherd you in truth But he will add to his scrupulous teaching a common and accepted spoof not found anywhere in the Bible One crafted by men and their pride A denominational … Continue reading Bring It To The Storehouse

Sunday Service

A woman asked if I would help her with a tire that had lost its air She didn’t know how to inflate it So I showed her and eased her despair She paid me quite generously I was reluctant to take the money from her She thanked me and insisted that a reward was what I deserved     I sat with her and conversed … Continue reading Sunday Service

When We Long For Idols

The Way of the Cross ( Matt. 8: 34-38, NIV) 34 Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. 35 For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save … Continue reading When We Long For Idols

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

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?

Chapter One

Today will be an entire chapter being written in the now Not yet finished-  not completed until the moments have shown me how   Today will be a choice to allow this chapter to unfold Forgetting the words of yesterday forgiving the mistakes its chapter holds   Today is like a breath inhaled, then let go A single, escaping breath a single chapter, not yet … Continue reading Chapter One

Dilapidated

I sometimes wonder why I am still standing. There is a word I had written on a familiar wall many years ago. The word, “Why” was running through my mind as I stood in a stairwell, staring into the void of my heart. In between a break-up with a woman I had been engaged to and a girl I had nothing in common with, I … Continue reading Dilapidated

Writers Cramp

No words to express the feeling No wisdom to share No junk cluttering the mind waiting to escape waiting to be typed out Nothing to bring others the encouragement the entertainment the inspiration A break from the normal is welcomed The roadblock is embraced Lifted fingers blank glowing page No glory in this collection of thoughts No desire to speak No battles within to project … Continue reading Writers Cramp

The Reality Of A Man

Broken windshield and burned out taillights Punched in walls and empty pockets No money for food, just for booze Morning is here What misery can he find? Maybe a negative thought to brighten his day Perhaps a scratch off to cry about after instant loss The world is to blame!!!! Misfortune will come tomorrow Again, and again Nothing to win over a day of peace … Continue reading The Reality Of A Man

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

My Faith Made Me Crazy

There was much to repent of. A time, not long ago, which laid the truth of my life out before me, exposing the very real and very factual ways of who I was, had me on my knees and begging for forgiveness. It had me killing myself. Each morning, I would wake up to another day of inadequacies. Another day of feeling like I was … Continue reading My Faith Made Me Crazy

Arising

Our front porch is probably one of my favorite places to experience peace. The morning has much to tell from this little place of comfort. If I could express in words all of the constant chirps that surround the area. It’s like a symphony of harmonious chatter; a natural beauty that is created by God’s amazing creatures. We have many trees that shelter our families … Continue reading Arising

It’s Hard To Find The Good

I consider myself a faithful man, but lately, I’m feeling pretty mundane. It’s difficult to explain my current position. It’s not that I’ve given up on the Lord, because I know He has never given up on me nor will He ever. It’s just that my current position in this life of mine has reached a milestone, and I’m currently standing still, not sure of … Continue reading It’s Hard To Find The Good

Remnants

When my father died, my family and I went to his place and took what we wanted. There were many things that were selected by myself and my half brother and sister. We took a look around our father’s place and brought the things that we deemed as valuable back to our own homes. I took all of my dad’s tools. Within the collection, there … Continue reading Remnants

Why Is Jesus Called “Son Of Man”?

From John Piper- He was a son of man, that is, a human being. And he is the Son of God, in that he has always existed as the Eternally Begotten One who comes forth from the Father forever. He always has, and he always will. He is the Second Person of the Trinity with all of the divine nature fully in him. He is … Continue reading Why Is Jesus Called “Son Of Man”?

Foolish Faith

Several days ago, after being trampled under foot by a horrendous event, I was on the verge of losing my composure. I will admit, I was freely letting my feelings and distresses be known about some of the personal troubles I have been dealing with in many places where they should have been contained. Reluctantly, I later unloaded and expressed them in front of my … Continue reading Foolish Faith

Not Really Yours To Claim

Let’s get down to brass tacks… You’re sometimes not as faithful as you claim, and you are probably afraid to admit it. Yes, it’s true. There is so much left undone within every single person’s walk with the Lord. There are things that you have not done correctly in the eyes of our perfect Father. Each and everyday, you screw something up. So, you aren’t … Continue reading Not Really Yours To Claim

Just Another Day

Today, I am turning another year older. Yay, me…I guess? My family has made arrangements for they and I to go to a local restaurant and celebrate my birthday tonight. They have preplanned, prepared and invited family and friends to come together and lift me up on this calendar day; the day I came into the world. Yet, I feel like it is just like … Continue reading Just Another Day

From Little Love

At the age of four, something happened between my parents that left me with a life-changing, unbeknown obstacle, which would forever alter the future of my personal life. Although I had no idea how the event would cause me to think differently about my life as I would grow older, it didn’t take long to feel its effects. The divorce of my parents was not … Continue reading From Little Love