Discipline…..

Happy New Year!

At the beginning of the year a recently-acquired friend of mine asked me what I wanted to achieve this year. I had a whole list. I’ve had a whole list for some time now only that I hadn’t written it down. When you write things down you have to face them, you have to commit. When you let people know, you have to do something about it because, in time, they will ask how far you’ve gone; and then what will you have to say?

So after my whole list, I asked the same question, and the main answer was discipline.

I felt like maybe this was God’s way of telling me something. I’ve had the same word in my vocabulary for the better part of

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This thing called mercy…

I will never fully understand some things with my mind. That is a fact that I have come to accept. Some things I only understand with my heart, and even then, my heart may not have the words to express this understanding save it uses action.

There are things I cannot fully dissect and get to the core to find something that does not need further dissection. How can I exhaustively dissect grace? Or love? Or mercy? Just when I think I’ve grasped either I am presented with a situation that requires me to learn something new, only to realize that Continue reading “This thing called mercy…”

He who begun this good work….

It’s been a pretty long minute….. so long that it has been two months. *shrieks* But we are back and hopefully more consistent with posting……

Have you ever been at that point where you know what God says in His Word but you forget that it applies to you because you are not feeling it? I want to go about describing just how easy it is to forget and fall into the mundane of life with no expectations, no grand dreams and just the desire to get to the end of the day; everyday. Instead, I feel a nudge, despite my desire to paint a vivid picture, that the bible says the just shall live by faith, not feelings. But I immediately want to ask how I can believe when I desire to but can’t get my mind around to conceiving the idea or my heart to flex the hope muscles; when I can’t get my spirit to resuscitate my soul from what feels like a severe form of apathy that refuses to recognize its existence. Still I feel a nudge, despite my question, that the just shall live by faith, not feelings, or lack thereof. Although feeling is an aspect of faith, for how can I hope unless I can perceive it with my heart, it is not the basis of it. Faith is trusting in the character of God. Selah. Continue reading “He who begun this good work….”

Clay

Sometimes you think that you have been broken enough. You wear your scars as badges, medals of Honor that show just how much you have been through pain and just how much you have or are overcoming; what testimonies are made of. But sometimes, you realize that you are not even half-way on the road to breaking, and all you have is a sprained finger or a broken nail. Other parts are yet to be broken; you are yet to feel true pain; you are yet to know pain beyond comprehension. But you relate with Job so much, you don’t think it could possibly get ‘worse’.

It’s easy to pray, “Lord break me” until you are actually broken; until you have tried to gather up the pieces and glue them together in a refurbished package (all improved with mini battle scars), clutching at your pieces but they keep cutting deeper until you lay them down; until you have nothing else to give but that brokenness; until you have no words but tears and not even your closest of friends can understand the mumbling beneath your breath, trying to explain where you are at; until God is all you have – not just in words, but Continue reading “Clay”