I'm a Rambling Man

There is never a good time for anything. We create these times to try and give our events some semblance of order, but in reality, it's just an excuse to delay things that we could have started right away. For instance, in my case, writing. I'm writing right now, and I could have told myself that right now just isn't a good time. Maybe I should take a shower first, maybe I should pray first, maybe I should take a nap. No. I should barrel head first into it just like I do when I am desiring my Lord. Everyday. Barrel down the falls and crash into the water like a cannonball. Rise up and see how much more stronger you are, for that's how we are made. Barraged and battered to rise up even stronger for the one who created us.

There is paper everywhere in front of me, sheets for dear friends, and items that need to be sent off that shouldn't be sitting gathering dust in my room, and it's all because I don't sit down and finish them off. I distract myself with such pointless activities. All distractions and I'm done with it. I'm ridiculously done with it. If I see myself staring off into a zone of complete distraction then I want my bible, I want to fall down on my knees and just close my eyes and pray, because I know from experience that when I do that, I become completely focused on the task at hand. God is my source of focus, the source of everything of course. The course at hand, narrow and straight, but it's the one I'm walking, running, diving, flying bodily into. That's what life is all about after many things.

Rearranging Words

God's grace is burned into my mind. That acceptance, I didn't realize, who knew the end result was so fulfilling. The hardest thing for me was a dream I'd given up on, but now I'm a writer, a great form of encouragement, it opened up a whole new world.

God is relentless, relentless, relentless. His chains are softer than lambs wool and once attached more ingrained than a spike in granite. Breathe, here's the news, we are the temple, the bridge is constructed, sprint with all your will across it until your feet feel nothing underneath them but the air you're running on. Water is the symbol running down your brow, but the acceptance is the true sanctification of rebirth. Be brave, the journey is only for a while.