Sin and Her Deceptive Ways

How does it happen? Why does it bring us down? Why does she grip us so tightly, suffocating my every breath, closing the walls in around me, deceiving me into acting on what I know is not right. Sin is like a thief in the night, she breaks into your life and robs you of your freedom without warning. She's like a parasite that borrows into your flesh, you often forget that she's there, but every now and then she comes to the surface to feed, to suck the life out of you. Years ago the sin entered, she deceived me making me think that she was something special, something that I needed. She provided me with this feeling of euphoria, that was always short lived. She knew when I am weak, she knows when I am frustrated, she whispers every so softly and touches me gently, she stole from me. I can not retrieve what has been lost. I am only left with a choice, each action made will either feed or fight this sin. The decision is easy, she must be destroyed.

Just Love Her

What is Love? An intense closeness, really sharing things with someone, hard things, silly things. Knowing what is important to the other person, loving that person more then yourself, being happy simply because they are happy. Their outward smile causes you to smile inward. A sacrifice to them is not a sacrifice at all but a gift that is enjoyed by you when given. Love is to know everything about them, to share their struggles, their pain, their joy. Love is wanting to spend the last day of your life with them. It is all said in the complicated, overused, yet simple phrase, "I love you." I loved you from the first day I met you, I love you because you taught me what love is, you taught me how to love, you taught me that I don't have to be afraid of love. Not even death can put an end to Love.

Only at the Movies

I look to my right, there she is. Her deep brown eyes stare up into mine, the kind of stare that comforts, that would captivate any young mans heart. Her arm brushes against mine, I draw closer. She leans in to whisper, she speaks with a voice unmatched in its beauty and I reply. She smiles. A guy like me a girl like her it would never work out, but just for this moment if only for a second in time there is no where else I would rather be.

Travelers

They pile in with their bags and blankets. The seven have come a long way, each from a different place, each with a different past, but all sharing the same purpose. These brave young souls have come to share a message, they are here to refute those who have told you, "this is the way you are", those so called friends that say, "give in cause this is the way you are there can be no change." Their stay is brief, they must make haste, the world is waiting. People are waiting to hear the truth, Lives will be changed.

Late One Night

Down a lonely street late at night or early in the morning depending on how you look at it, lies a place half covered, half facing the moon. In this place music surrounds you. Amidst the music you can find her, a girl dancing. The dancing brings her to life, with each move, each turn, her long blonde hair illuminates the room, her soft brown eyes call out to you. She is dancing with no one, yet she is dancing with everyone. The music captures her heart and spreads it to all around her, it is her passion, her love, it is what takes the pain away.

Baptism

My head goes under, the ocean cradles my body and controls my descent to the bottom. I open my eyes. A single ray of light seeps through calling me to the surface, taking me away from all the darkness, all the confusion. As my head resurfaces the light expands the air shoots through my lungs, bringing me to life. It feels like the very first breath. As I approach the beach my heart plans my course, but the Lord determines my every step.

Danielle

She is found above watching us, the clouds are her playground. Her stay was brief, but her joy is endless, her smile will never be forgotten. Although I have never met her she is a part of me a part of my family. I await the day I return home to see her, the day she gives me a hug for the first time. Today is her day, and will always be. My sister, My little angel.

The Life Chosen

It starts by her saying, "I'm sorry," he says, "I'm scared." Is it harder to be with the one you don't love, or to be without the one you do? The words said to you that evening will never be taken back. Regret is to not give fully because of fear of what you might miss out on, to feel like it feels like to not feel at all, to turn extraordinary things into ordinary situations. Love exists to draw us towards God, turning an ordinary life into an extraordinary one. Thank you for what you have done in my life Lord.

Driving Through the Rain

Back and Forth, Back and Forth the wipers clear the rain, they wipe away the tears as I press forward to a new life, to new experiences. What lies ahead I am unsure. The clouds begin to part, light slips in. The majesty turns a light gray, the color of a healing heart. In a few minutes the sky will be clear, the show will begin, life will resume. The memories of the past have now begun to fade, a slow fade like the rain.

Meaning of the Morning

His eye peers through the clouds and warms the water, his breath moves the branches of the trees, he awakens the sleeping city. Another day has been given, none like before. A fresh start a new beginning. Like the water and trees I once was cold and stiff, dead in my transgressions and sins, but because of his great love for me, I was given a new life a new day.

Divine Interventions Do Exist

Rain drips of the pavilion, she opens her car door and walks immediately to the guy at the far table. She sits down and knows something is not the same. She looks into his eyes, the first glance to make sure he is Ok, the next look portrays a long fought struggle she thought was long over. There is silence as the cars pass by through the busy intersection. "Your making it hard", she says. "I waited two years, what's gone by two weeks?" She puts out her cigarette and walks away just as fast as she appeared. I feel a tug, its at my heart, an all to familiar feeling. I know it hurts I know it doesn't make sense, If you let me I will listen, understand, and point you to the one who can heal. He's been waiting, you have been away far to long.

How I'd Like to Hate You

I hate you for giving up when you said you never would, I hate you for saying the things you said when you didn't mean them. I hate you for stealing the words from my heart right now as I speak and not letting me see yours in return. Most of all I hate you for not listening to your heart. As I say these things and try to hate you to make it easier... I just can't.

God Speaks to My Storming Heart

It's still raining, "As the thunder rolls I barely hear you whisper through the rain, I'm with you. And as your mercy falls I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away. And I praise you in this storm and I will lift my hands you are who you are no matter where I am. And every tear I cry you hold in your hand you never left my side. And all though my heart is torn I will praise you in this storm. And although my heart is torn I will praise you in this storm."

Another Dream

Another dream, different people, a different place, but always you. You see me, you say, "you've changed", but your heart has run cold. I desperately try and chip away at this hardened heart to get to what I know exists, to feel your love you once shared with me. Why won't I give up, Why can't I give up? The alarm sounds sleep is broken but the dream lingers on.