Scribbling On Paper

So what kind of encouragement do I need to give myself today as I stand and pull up my boot straps? Should I spend another year attempting to increase my paycheck? Will I give more of my heart to just the ones I love, or will I share some compassion with a stranger? IDK all the answers but I know I must march forward, even when I am confused or afraid. I know there are people in my life that God himself choose to stand next to me in the dark. Continue reading “Stumbling Along…”

Love….Sometimes I wonder where it comes from? Is it like a river that begins in the deepest part of the soul that flows outward as each beat of the heart pumps life giving blood?  Is it a stagnant pond that has no outlet because wounds have blocked the flow and is filling more and more each day with sadness? What are so suppose to do with love? What is love? Where do we find it? How come some people are so cheery with the glow of giving that others oppose with a lifestyle of always wanting their needs filled, but never give from their own abundance? Continue reading “Rambling Love….”

This portion of the night is reserved for myself and the venting of my soul. No one is allowed to dictate my thoughts, my pencil, and tell me that my adversities are asleep. I alone stand and look into the future of the dark. I shine my own light towards the direction I wish to travel. Dark times are the brightest path to walk when your focus is a step by step discovery of who you truly are. Why be afraid of the shadows? Why let the next step into the unknown cause a tremble in the heart, anxiety and become a shaking? Who said fear might win, only the ones who stand still in the shadows and have stopped trying.

Continue reading “Thoughts of the Bright”

I think it’s a question that many who believe in grace ask themselves. What is God thinking about me? What is the truth about what will take place on the day I die?  Is there going to be an audience cheering me on into an eternal reward and what, out of all the chooses I made in life are going to be the final factors that cause the pearly gates to open and I am excepted into glory? Or not. Continue reading “What are you thinking?”

Who cares what they say as long as they say something, tolerating not knowing is torture.

My old friend, at one time in life we laughed about fishing and the turtle I snagged on my hook. We rode dirt bikes and emptied beer cans, but we never crashed. Hunting, shooting deer, and the carcasses we drug from the swamp, so many killed and thanks again for the help you were my best friend. We did eat meat together. I have always enjoyed our walks in the woods, long talks and laughter. So why are you quiet now?  What thing has disrupted the flow? Is it money or madness; is it the children or wife? Who can say, only your heart knows. But your silence, your silence is screaming. And I keep wondering why…. Continue reading “Ignored”

Today’s discovery is telling a lie to my soul and convincing myself I am  truthful. Who am I as I walk among men?  I wonder, is the educated man more intelligent than the man who follows his heart? Or is the quite man, a man with a loud voice, who has learned to temper the volume? I have a hidden truth that I lie to myself about, and each day I walk down the path to no mans land.  So again, who am I as I walk among men? Continue reading “Discover”

And you begin again. A good night sleep is over and the day starts. Nothing really on your mind so you just type.

The past few weeks feel like a blurred rush and you have noticed you are off track from the goals you want to accomplish. Read, write and exercise are the targets you’re shooting for, but the real challenge is facing the under current of things that sent you a drift into a remote world of thinking. Continue reading “Expected to Walk”

He was just a young boy writing poems, humming songs, and enjoying all the playful things of his creations. He was expecting approval from his elders, but the child was treated more like the sound of a dripping faucet. Annoyed with the conception of childhood dreams, a stern voice spoke and stifled all confidence. The young lad discovered pain, and the faucet was shut tight from that moment on. He was innocent and vulnerable, and the damage was done. Continue reading “Inspired Again”

Well, let’s just slap this crap of an emotion down on paper and talk about the reality of life. Oh goodie goodie gum drops, the trials continue. No, it’s not a self-pity or a self-destruct. It’s a face the music and learn to play the violin kind of emotion. I’m making love to the pains of financial pressures. What a screech across the stings and no one will recognize the beauty of this harmonic tone. Deep breaths are a sign of I will never quit, and I am more determined than ever to vent a little fear and  face the challenges that tap into my pocketbook. Oh fiddle-sticks, what a terrible way to learn to play the violin.

Continue reading “Determination”

Who came up with the cycle of life? Has God designed us to die? Can anyone tell me of one living thing this rule has no application for? Eternity is spoken of in a book that is “forever,” yet the theory can never be proven after death grabs hold of your carcass.  In the end, are all these questions answered by faith? Continue reading “The Cycle of Life”