Scribbling On Paper

By grace are you saved and that my friend is just the beginning, by grace. Grace is a vast ocean to swim in. It’s a deep place of diving for pearls and there is no need to fear the sharks. Grace is a love that forgives sin. Grace is not a magic spell but can create a smile in the hardest of situations. Who is entitled to grace? No one. But whoever receives the epiphany of grace has found a treasure worth more than gold and riches. Continue reading “Grace”

The revelation of your own shadows is revealing your secrets. You know who you are. The path in front of you has shade trees, swamps, and grass. But wandering around again, you fall into the ditch. Why can you see your shadow on a cloudy day? No one around you understands each decision that leads you astray, but you’re enjoying the pain of your pleasures. Facing yourself in the mirror is a delightful stumble. So here you are again…. Continue reading “You Know Who You Are?”

It’s a long road called “life.” Friendships seem to come and go like hobbies. Interests change, desires change, and friendships change. Most of the journey is walked alone. We live on the inside looking out at the surroundings, studying life and looking for opportunities. We slowly change. Continue reading “We Walk Alone”

The flesh of a man is a violent creature with strength.  He has been fed day and night with immoral thought, desires blood, and is willing to fight to the death. Who can possibly defeat him?

In stealth, I attacked. Even this great King was so easy to conquer. My flesh had won the battle. Using all of my strength, I twisted one arm behind His back and I pinned Him to the ground. With my foot, I held His arm in place and swung the mallet. The steel spike pierced, crushing the wrist bone. Continue reading “The Flesh”

My own honesty requires me to be true to myself. With a simple statement from a friend I heard the challenge. “Don’t ignore God,” was all that was said, and the ripple effect of the stone thrown into the pond sent me thinking. Continue reading “Honesty”

Have you ever watched someone struggle at wisdom? No, I am not saying they are stupid, I am saying I see the struggle they face.

With our own blind eyes and ideas, we approach the situation thinking our plan is logical. We proceed, never realizing the cart is bigger than the horse, yet alone in front of it. Continue reading “It’s a Difficult Thing”

Before your head has lifted from the pillow, before your feet touch the floor, before the first sip of coffee, you have lost the battle. You just don’t know it yet. Day 3 of the boiling emotion has you troubled.  Patiently and with every ounce of information, gathered in a lifetime, you’re controlling your temper. Continue reading “Temper Temper…”

I think the most difficult thing in life is “putting in your time.”  It is difficult living in deserts, in caves, and in dark places only known to your own heart. By cherishing suffering, we can enjoy flowers. By understanding pain, we can include peace. The balance of living is measured in wants, but for the joy of it we are lost. Continue reading “Putting in Your Time”

The old woman lived alone in a shack with her cats, ’til she died.  Her critters, who knows what happened to them? For several years I drove past the dilapidated old house twice a day. In the winter, you could see a path up to the house and a car in the drive. Continue reading “The Old Woman”

Laying awake again in the silent of night, you approach the edge. It’s the greatest place to “fall” into the shadows, into the night…black. Your abyss of the heart is a never ending depth of regret, remorse, and “what if I would haves.” You are the only one who knows the depth. Searching the feeling and sorting the emotions, you’re reminded of past missed adventures. Continue reading “The Abyss”