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Archive for June, 2010

Grow

Sunday, June 20th, 2010

I didn’t really know at first whether or not I’d put verse on this site, but guided words are guided words no matter the pattern. That being said. . . structure or not. . .

Sat in a familiar place late into the night
Sat there lost in my own little world
Barely hearing sounds, seeing no sights

Felt an itch on my arm
Scratched the bite that wasn’t there
And I came to terms with was and is
As Was and Is spoke to the air

There was time for old
Now is time for new
Shed the skin in prayer
What you were is put behind
What you are is there

You’ve come so far
But far to go
Take these words to heart
As you come to terms with old and new
And shed this skin of scars

I kept my silence
But my face showed weight
Can’t hide when it’s all so clear

Sometimes all you want to do is run
I chose to stay and wait
In the background while others carried on
I listened close to only One

There was time for old
Now is time for new
Shed the skin in prayer
What you were is put behind
What you are is there

You’ve come so far
But far to go
Take these words to heart
As you come to terms with old and new
And shed this skin of scars

Words of another came ringing back
From a bittersweet afternoon
Now I understand what was meant

A time of growth and being and light
A time to learn and love
Branded with a clean, new soul
Wings of your own will grow

My arm continued to itch
Straight into my heart
I understood. The light came on
Now I must move on

It’s a walk not always easy
Even though it doesn’t ask much
And there will be days your back will hurt
It’s just your own wings coming to life

There was time for old
Now is time for new
Shed the skin in prayer
What you were is put behind
What you are is there

You’ve come so far
But far to go
Take these words to heart
As you come to terms with old and new
And shed this skin of scars

Angels in the darkest places
Helped me stumble towards His light
And though I’m still the same man
I can’t ever be the same

You ask of me what happened
You ask what and why
I tell you truly
I made a choice. That’s all I can really say

I’m still so new for having come so far
I still have skin to shed
By the time the old is gone and burned away
What’s left is only life

But I ask of you one favor as the changes come about
Don’t see me for what I’ve become
See He who would mend you too

A call to duty

Sunday, June 6th, 2010

Hi, friend. So you found your way here. Good. By what means you arrived, I don’t know. Maybe you followed a link I posted somewhere. Maybe someone else told you. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you were curious enough to come and see. That’s all I need.

Several people have noticed a rather drastic and very obvious change in me. A few have inquired. I gladly explained what was going on. However, now the story dives deeper. Right off the bat, I will tell you that I am a man of faith. I believe that I was created by an omnipotent God with a wonderful sense of humor. I believe that He manifested Himself in the flesh out of love for His creation. I believe that manifestation called Jesus was sent as a Lamb to the slaughter to pay a price that a rough boy like myself could never pay. I believe in salvation. I believe in the presence of the Ark of the Covenant called the Holy Spirit. I believe in miracles. I believe in being made whole by having faith and belief in all these things. It is a blind man’s belief, but it lets me see.

These past couple of days, I took a little trip to the Dallas, Texas area. I went to visit my dear friend Kelly. I attended church at her chosen location of worship, a small but very powerful venue called Mercy Place. What words I received there, I am guided to now relay to you. Granted, they may not sit exactly in line with your own brand of faith, but that’s how we grow. Learn with an open heart.

Called to be a father

  • I have a daughter.
  • There are things I must teach her.
  • I must raise her in a manner that is not in line with what the world says is okay these days.
  • I must train her for a larger purpose.

You may or may not know, but I will be a divorcee come the end of this year. The circumstances are trivial to this. Regardless of why, who, or whatever, I was given one gift that I am very proud to have. . . fatherhood. It is something that ought to be taken far more seriously by many. It is something I must take more seriosuly than I already do.

Called to be a guardian

  • I have been blessed with an empathetic heart and understanding mind.
  • I have been blessed with shoulders that can bear the weight of another as needed.
  • I have been blessed with people worth protecting.

And He said to me “You wear the shield over your soul. Let no man have any doubt in his mind. Show them why you stand for Me.”

Called to be a warrior

  • Sometimes, defending means fighting.
  • Fighting has many forms when it comes to spiritual warfare.
  • It can mean driving away evil using that one name of Jesus.
  • It can mean sacrificing everything you thought you once knew in exchange for a new way of life.

Being a man of faith who has answered such a call is akin to being in the Mafia. The Father will bless and provide without end. Sometimes, though, He will call upon you to play an active role in carrying out His plans. Sometimes, what He asks will seem unpleasant or. . . inconvenient. He asked such things of Abraham. He asked such things of Moses. He asked such things of Jonah. He asked such things of Jesus. It takes blindness to say “Okay, I will do this.” Following through can be fearful or even painful, but He won’t let one who said “okay” break.

I’ve been called to duty. I am a father, a guardian, a warrior. I have begun walking down a new path. It is a blind man’s walk. I do it with peace and faith.

Has He called you?

And I recall a time…

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

Hello, and welcome to this place.

What you see here is one of the first steps of a very longĀ  journey… A journey I’ve been unknowingly preparing for some thirty years now. For now, I leave this short and sweet. To be continued, as it were.

Come and listen. I’ve much to tell.