Life is battle,
And win it;
Life is a race,
And win it;
Life is a game,
And win it.
They were so sick
They feared they would die;
But they did not die.
Today, they live on.
Are you so sick
Do you fear you would die?
You will not die.
You will live;
And live long.
“If you don’t change your direction, you’ll end up where your headed”
I can’t for the life of me tell you why there are some that want to live their life criminally. Where does it start? Parents? Maybe, or possibly a very bad marriage or relationship? No matter, God won’t save the unruly ones. You couldn’t look at me. I know you’ll be blinded if you try to look into God’s eyes.
Trying to connect the dots, I start with Facebook. I find another assumed name and pictures you might have in a Boy’s Life magazine. Now inquisitive, your nothing like you appear on LinkedIn either.
Why hide the truth, I wonder. The lies will eat you alive someday….or maybe now. So I dove into your integrity, camouflaged by humanity. For God so loved, he protects the hundreds you have infected. There’s no cure!
I recently read, “you are what you are”. Closing the journal, I went to a leather-bound. In a word, you can’t rectify the damage but you can rebuke the thoughts. As God gives us a new day to start over, born again, dawn anoints the honorable. Christ then leads them away from the evil, but of course, you have to want to change.
Author John C. Maxwell once said, “If you don’t change your direction, you’ll end up where your headed”. No names necessary as I’d spoil my point, but giving God the credit, His antidote was in place long before 2017. I sit and absorb God’s offering. Not alone nor insecure, tranquility has measured my reassurance.
Your unscrupulous habits I pray, will end. For our almighty Father will administer His fate, on those who feel ashamed…..or SHOULD!
For he is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer. (Romans 13:4)
Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. (1 Corinthians 6: 9-10)
It’s Sunday evening….some are about to return to church, some about to sit down for a wonderful dinner; some may be ready to slide back in their recliners to watch the evening news or some football. But let me interject some thoughts….
“God Bless Texas”
These courageous folks…. not the police or military; but the humanitarians who launch their boats on the highways into uncharted waters. They travel rooftop to rooftop, listening for stranded victims. Unless you have been involved in search and rescue as I did, you can’t imagine the danger. The sewers flood out, alligators and snakes, and the mosquitos will carry you off. Then there are the caskets that surface.
Here is where black lives matter! White supremacists could care less what you and the rest of America thinks. This is war friends – Texans against nature’s worst. God is the only entity prayed to here.
You talk about coming together as united people? Well snowflakes, take a lesson – WAKE UP! This is how America was and will always be. People with dignity respecting those with integrity. God bless them!!!
By the grace of God, there is no color of race nor ethnic coupe. There are no boastful rednecks. They instead drive for hours to launch their boats on interstates to save those in dire straits.
Praise those who give their time! They leave their families behind to help the survived. They certainly command a medal to commemorate their valiant duty.
God bless them!
God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits…..
If I could go back into the chapters of my mind and resurrect memories, I wish I hadn’t had my soured childhood. Teenage pressures conquered my soul as I was bullied in school as the “the fat kid”. Constantly in one turmoil or another, I watched my father wilt away. I was the young age of fourteen. My dad and mentor is now in heaven but I still look to the skies today to talk to him. I guess, though, there were some fonder times. Let think if I can remember one.
My parents sent me to Rising Sun summer camp every year. It reminded me of the song, in more ways than one. I always looked forward to it.
I moved out at twenty-one under defiant protest. I didn’t need to hear the sermons filtering down. I was so disgusted with everyone that I packed my bags and moved to Florida.
Reaganomics crippled the economy with 14% interest; life had stymied. The challenges we met were battled on the front lines whether it be Vietnam or our own city streets. God, I’m sure, watched from above. But nonetheless, drudgery became a way of life. Until…..
A knock at the door and a metallic memory you’ll never forget – the innocence of an Angel. Poised, her persona was nothing short of Heavenly. With no way to stay in touch, God was the only. Priors soured, single now, neither knew the other’s crossings. But those joyous moments became a distant dream as reality set back in, like an evening thunderstorm, scattering debris. The trials and tribulations remind me of metals on a lapel from wars fought on a personal front. We struggled to survive. Our pure little hearts never realized the heartaches we individually endured. But God saw what no one else could believe, “a spark”, thirty years ago that united two souls in infamy.
Youthful in spirit, with collected memories from obituary relationships, only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits. He reconnected these metallic memories of life.
Working feverishly to build an empire, may God too, bless our days and nights. It’s another battle to share from God above. My eyes closed, I listen to your blessed spirits, your fingers going a hundred miles an hour.
We move to a new plateau, holding hands, while making more “Metallic Memories.”
When I wasn’t doing great in life,
Many people laughed at me;
Some played me down.
And I felt frustrated and bitter.
But I did not end there;
I took it as a challenge;
Went the extra mile.
And did things above the ordinary.
The results were amazing;
And brought joy to my heart.
If ever anyone wants to put you down,
Make fun of you,
Or downgrade you,
Go the extra mile;
And prove them wrong.