Friend

I think friend is one of those words that we toss around like love.  If we really understood the meaning and took it to heart, we may not use it as often as we do.  I like a lot of people and have many acquaintances, but I love few people and have few friends - and I good with that.  Because I know they really mean it :)

Truth

The word seems so simple.  So easy to understand.  Yet so many find it hard to muster.  I am tired of the lies, tired of the shadows, tired of the mystery.  Through all of the pain,  I am beginning to see why Jesus found it necessary to say "I am the truth."  When all else fails - He is truth.  He can also filter truth out of lies.  I am finding; if I pass everything through Him, I can see truth.  While others continue to deceive, My God is Truth.

Holding on to the Dream

Even though I am pushing 40, I still have this dream of what I want when I grow up.  With each passing day, my brain tells me to let the dream go.  It tells me to face this reality I am living in; accept where I am and what I got.  But my heart won't let go, no matter how hard I try I can't make it stop.  So, I keep holding on. . . Because I'm thinking if God keeps it in my heart, then maybe just maybe it's in my future, too.

Restless Sundays

Sunday's are one of those days, when my restless spirit tends to overwhelm me.  Sundays are supposed to be the day of rest, but I find it extremely hard to go 90 to nothing all week and then suddenly spend a day with no agenda or goal.  I find on Sunday's, more than ever, I want to conquer the world.  I want to make a difference.   I want to make a impression with this life I lead.  So am I really restless, or just convicted!?!

Quiet Mornings

I love quiet mornings.
Why do we long for things we can't have?
No matter how early I start, they beat me every time!  Something tells me one day in the not too distant future, I will long for hectic mornings.
See just like a told you . . . we long for things we can't have!

Discipline . . .agh

Discipline is a word that haunts you your whole life.  As a child it means retributions for the wrong you have committed and justice for the one wronged.  But for as much fear as the word strikes in you as a child, I am finding that as an adult the fear is more.  As an adult discipline means consistency - getting up early, eating right, EXERCISE, etc.  And while none of those things are horrible on there own - there is something about having enough discipline to make them happen that is excruciating for me.  And I find myself wishing discipline meant now what it did back them. . . I could just take the beating and it would all be over with :)

Puddle Jumping

We take so many things for granted and wallow in so many small puddles.  That when we finally fall in the big puddle we are so muddy from the little puddles we sink straight to the bottom.  My theory that I am actively striving to prove true is - jump over the little puddles and be nice and clean when you hit the big one.  That way I have a better chance of falling in, getting a little dirty, and climbing out on the other side.

You see I have already tried and proved the first theory true.  It has taken years to clean all the mud off. . .