This Dichotomy, where logic makes no sense at all. Where instead of running parallel, all things intersect. A place where Last is First, and Surrender is Honor. This place where Death became Life.
The Dichotomy
The Unknown
I have no idea where I am I have no inkling as to where I am going Certain uncertainty that is all I am sure of
Motive
What is my motive for that which I say I believe? What is my motive for following Him? What is my motive for all that I do "for Him"? Do I even know 'what I believe and why I believe it'?
Stumble & Fall
I stumble. I fall. I bruise myself, and sometimes I bleed. I stumble, I fall. I battle mind against Spirit, body against heart. I stumble, I fall. It all seems too much, what would it mean to give up? I stumble, I fall. Over and over it seems.
Accomplishment
God can accomplish more in a day than I can accomplish in a lifetime. Let's take a moment to let that sink in...
A Follower of Christ?
So, what does it mean to you to be a follower of Christ? I look forward to reading and sharing in your responses.
“Out of the wreck, I rise”
Out of the wreck, I rise every time
For when it comes to You, Logic makes no sense.
The Process of Letting Go
"If you have never begged God to help you let go of someone, you have never truly loved"... I push myself to release, and each time I try, it is like trying to kill a part of me in many ways. You are a part of me.
Stretch
The more you resist it, the harder it is.
The more you tense up,
The more difficult it is to get into the position you need to be.
The more you try to force it,
The less you are able to accomplish.
Running
Running used to be a method by which I cleared my mind. Not in a healthy clearing kind of way, but in a way that I allowed the pain and unease that came with running, overtake my mind so that I could escape my thoughts, even for a little while. The pain gave me something concrete to focus on. When the pain was not enough to drown out the thoughts anymore, when I could not outrun myself, I stopped.Â
BLACK
Our stories are unique in their similarities, different in their commonalities, and heartbreaking in the reality of this modern world.
This is the call to action, a BATTLE CRY that rings out, that will mark this generation. Will you heed the call?
My First Winter
I thought that this was a curse I would have to learn to live with for the rest of my life. So, I began to deal. I learned how to live life with the emptiness, the brokenness, the pain. I learned how to smile even when everything inside of me was weeping. There was no light at the end of this never-ending tunnel.
So It Seems
Nothing changes
Yet nothing remains the same
Each sway simple
But its purpose unique
The momentum, always timely
If Today Be My Last Day…
I would not think of the things that I own, nor of the things that I wished I could have. I would not think of the career I was able to attain, nor of the amount of money in my account. Instead, I would think of opportunities. Opportunities taken, opportunities missed. Opportunities to laugh, opportunities... Continue Reading →
I Would If I Could. I Will When I Can.
Dear Lord, I go back and forth in my mind about the many reasons why none of this makes sense. The truth is that I know that I may be holding on to the ideas of what was, but that does not seem to be enough to deter me. Why? I am definitely not like... Continue Reading →
