Dying to Live

    How often do we ask God for direction and get fed up because we don't get an answer? We grow weary of seeking and asking because we feel as if we're yielding no results. The fact is, maybe we are seeking emotion instead of listening to His voice? We're waiting for that "ah ha!" moment and trying to "feel out" His answer. God gave us feelings, they're humane and natural. But He doesn't ask us to go with our "gut feeling" or "follow your heart". In fact sometimes what He asks of us is uncomfortable and hard and the opposite of what we're asking for. He gives us answers that don't make sense. He gives us answers that we can't explain to anyone else except to say "He asked me to." As humans we demand explanation. We have a hard time reasoning why we should do things without all the facts. Facts and emotions are what the world tells us we need, but in God's reality, in our reality as believers, we only...

The blots of ink from raindrops run grey the black and white So lost inside the chaos pointing fingers all in fright. Bands of unity in one, no longer in a line. Divided are the very hearts morale once defined. What was wrong is not a right A right is now what's wrong. There's a race of finding justice where all consequence is gone. Alas this parchment paper is thinning day by day from constant friction of rewording everything we say. Life is now the great debate on every body's tongue. The sands of time are counting strands of prophecy undone. Inch by inch we're moving further from the light to where all life grows weary, blinded by the night. Victims pointing fingers each and every way looking for their power as grain falls upon grain. If all the pointing fingers should fall upon their knees they'd see the ones their pointing at are not the enemy. Divided hearts distracted, strategic, easy prey. Revelation swarming, time ...