Despite Me, Love.

I sometimes wonder why I’ve had the opportunity to become myself. The person I have become. I consider myself overtly blessed, beyond proportion. In the course of my lifetime I’ve experienced only mild hardships; even so, I have the proclivity to complain. Yet, I own an earnest hope and motivation to participate in the changing … Continue reading

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Bad Day’s End

Where do bad days come from? Maybe from a crooked world, filled with crooked people or from a crooked night’s sleep; or because we’re too emotional and proud. But if that’s true, where do good days come from? Yesterday, my crookedness was rebuked by friendship and good conversation. Then, as I witnessed a coworker having … Continue reading

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Comeback

It is likely that at least two or three persons have noticed my absence from the blogosphere. I know I have missed it exponentially. So this post is meant to begin a comeback, a return to a dear love of mine. Writing. There are, as you may or may not wish to know, reasons why … Continue reading

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The Owl and Me

I have considered myself young for many years now wishing for the wisdom of elders quiet and still, waiting for the right moment to speak. Wanting and practicing patience, waiting-out unwanted moments. I’ve seen the folly of pride and the grip on its fool. I desire wisdom above many things and I’m trying to give … Continue reading

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Significance Syndrome

In a world of complex complexes, our efforts serve emotional dependencies, feeding our cravings for significance. Because, when we go without, the feeling of insignificance overwhelms us, and the cycle circles. I’m only talking about this because it concerns me, because it affects love and loving. If a soul is contending for significance, he is … Continue reading

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Weather the Weather

Camping does something mysterious to me. Where the real air meets me, and comes inside without wiping its feet. Where the wood-smoke takes over every other smell. Where the gentle fear of unsound shelter pushes me to trust. I always leave the camp feeling a little tired, with more eye-wrinkles than when I came and … Continue reading

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Trust Me, Trust Me Not

Trustworthy. Whoa! What does that even mean? Seems alien to my nature. Seems unheard and unseen. Seems I miss trustworthy, and I don’t know if I ever knew it. In the serious series of posts of late, I’ve discussed much of the bunch of topics that I’ve been wrestling (wrastlin’) with. I’m not an expert, … Continue reading

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Phat Ministry

I feel as though I’ve come to a ministerial standstill; as if I ate too much, and can no longer move. Because I’ve called something I’ve done, “ministry” and I can’t tell whether or not I’ve been a minister of anything important and real or if I’ve only convinced myself and others that I’m doing … Continue reading

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Humble Persuasion

Persuasion and humility seldom meet. Yet, they’re soul mates, balanced and healthy, motivating and innocent. Humility alone is quiet, reserved, and satisfied with the current speed. While Persuasion grips the lids of closed eyes and pries them open to something new. When persuasion is alone, gripping and prying, impeding on the space where facts flow … Continue reading

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Disconnected Discontentment

A fearful woe goes to the foe of pleasurable satisfaction. A hideous shout-out to the men and women who set our lives on autopilot and cruise control. Ever so peaceful, submitting to ‘the way things are’. As if there were never a more pressing time to ignore the Gospel. I can remember singing, “I am … Continue reading

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