Broken on my Knees

Humbly I stand before today before realizing that my feet aren?t holding me up. I?m on my knees realizing what lays ahead and how little I know of what is head of me. Finally realizing that the hands that are embracing the floor aren?t able to reach forward to you Father. That the feelings of…

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2am Monday

I wasn’t really not sure what to title this entry. While I’m working really hard on releasing my personal concerns and frustrations to God and trusting Him with them this month I feel as though I should write about what’s gone on this past week. The speaker last Thursday got to me, he was talking…

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Poetry: What I’m scared to say

Fluttering lights flicker past Windows streaked by rain Tonight as the sun sets Hidden behind confused clouds Ringing themselves into nothing As horns sound in the distance Turning my eyes to streaks Drips who glide so consistently Its rhythm sends my mind. Away, back to you Thoughts suddenly flood in Remembering nights alone with hope…

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How Far…

If you were to start walking how far would you go before you reached the end? What time would you walk until, what hour would you turn around at? This weekend has made something real that I wasn?t sure could happen. Not matter how many times I had seen it foretold I still put it…

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Into the Orchard

The sun rises and shimmers across the tops of the trees with the start of the day. You stand there looking out to what is set before you. You’re there to pick the apples in an orchard and bring in the crop. You’re there picking handful after handful until your arms are overflowing with apples!!…

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I don’t deserve this

The last several days have been, not so sound over dramatic, AMAZING. Well since Sunday anyway. Sunday I was realizing that I needed to seek harder after Christ again in my life (could have something to do with Peter Haas’ sermon on Saturday night!) and was brought back to what I’ve really been focusing on…

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Poetry: The Future

The Future My soul longs for words to say, For direction to show the way, To find comfort in this place The world revolves within its grove, For me it doesn?t seem to move, No matter how hard I try. It’s adorn me with no face, This cold world and quickened pace, What I?d give…

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A Question of Time

No matter how hard I try or pray it seems as though the timing is never my thing. If you don?t believe me lets list some examples? -Growing up to fast It could be that because I grew up to fast (a combination of my depression with my business work forced me to grow up…

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This Last Week

Ok I know most of what I write is metaphorical and if you aren?t in a similar place as me it may not make a whole lot of sense. It is on purpose, it is written that way so that others who are experiencing similar situations can learn from what I went through. Plus I…

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