gray night & fluorescent day
melt and fold into a million dreams
then break and fly away to meet tomorrow
today is built to be beautiful
and tomorrow the same
today is beautiful
and tomorrow will be too
Before me is a path that seems forever long. But it’s days are counted. While I do not know how many bad days and good days there will be, this one thing I do know. God is faithful every single step along the way and is worthy of all my devotion.
I do feel quite inadequate when viewing the grandiose vision of where the Lord is leading me. And I suppose I should. Part of it makes me feel crazy, and on the other hand, it assures me that God in fact is the one leading.
To love, serve and build alongside ministries and churches. To partner with individuals, bringing my faith as a hand in their back, pushing them on saying “yes” to the call of God on their lives and reminding them.
Nothing brings more joy than to walk with friends and comrades through the difficult times and into the “ah ha” moments. Those brief and pivotal minutes of seeing clearly just long enough to mark your course out according to what the Lord is revealing and setting trail.
I think fondly of the trail blazers who I have been graced to cross paths with. Bob Reagan. The Buchanans. The Evrist. People who have on more than one occasion been the hand in my back.
If anyone is reading this, remember the path the Lord has had you on. Think back on your first days of knowing the Lord and how far He has taken you. Farther still, the journey has just began.
freedom has captured me
it grips me tightly with it’s mercy
allowing me to run
in fields of grandeur and hope
peace and life
crawling skin and aching heart
darkest night has passed
and new days heat smiles freshly on my back
turn and stand firm to promise
hold tight to crimson truth
a fiercely narrow apex of creative, explodes. coercing the ordinary it is capsuled by, to scream its anxious cries no more and take on the boldness of it’s creator. thus ceasing to deny its destiny.
I ramble. I run. I laugh. I am…
I am hopeful. I am bright. I am honest. I am believing…
I am believing for peace. I am believing for breakthrough. I am believing for greater life.
trapped in swaying emotions of time
each beat drowns the next
fleeting but only a few steps
till the next invading of hope
scours the current
dismay in dismal return
for tiresome efforts
cry out to shut the night
drawing to a close another day without end
sinking heart and crying skin
aching for wholeness
stretching for belief
transposes now to a key higher than my own
focus onward oh lonely mind
to a day when evenness of weight
distributes to all points equally
weigh me down no longer
nor tie me to a wider path
I cringe in gasping remembrance
of days passed by
I callapse slowly
as if saying again, I surrender
this day does pass
and with it fear
this hour does pass
and with it shame
this minute does pass
and with it a loathing mind
this second does pass
and with it the next
Each moment has but one chance to breathe. After it has passed, it can never be retraced, not one second lost can be recovered. Live fully every instant. Choose wisely each word. Every day is a collection of significant seconds.
I focus. I focus. I refocus towards promise. Towards dreaming. Toward the end of hopelessness just past the end of me. The end of fear. The end of barriers that have trapped me. That have held me back. That have trampled at times on my sight. Blinding me. Impairing my vision. Darkening the steps that I must take. That call to me. That stir without cease my soul. That I have been born for. That I have been born for. That I have been born for.