Flowers Grown in Graves

We appreciate the good things of life, including our families, friends, work, money, and etc but do we ever stop and think. Do we ever think about that one thing that could've made us better than we are today? I do. I think about the short comings I've had in the past. From smoking marijuana to messing with girls but through it all I found Jesus. Jesus works on your life but He's different becuase He'll make you address those things in the past. Think about it, you would never go to a hotel, stay there for however long and then leave to the airport and just realize you left something there that was very important and not go back for it. Without Jesus Christ as my personal, I would never be able to go back to the past and get back what I lost and leave the past alone. I got my joy back and without I wouldn't be able to praise. I got my happiness back and without that I wouldn't be able to serve the people of God effectively. I got my mind back and it's not crazy anymore because of what I did to myself. I'm thankful for all the Lord has done for me and what he's still doing in my life. Flowers do grow in graves and if you sit there and tell me different show me your grave and I'll show you flowers of life. 

Those lives that are grave, Christ life will save

The Beauty of Silence

Its not the image I see in the mirror or the sunlight shining through my window every morning I wake up from my long dreams. Its the fact that I can pray. Its amazing how the simplicity of life continuing on a progression can just happen with 10 or 15 mins or however long with prayer. Anything and everything can change with the energy not the time you mold and shape to let God mold and shape. The suns never really up and nor is my roommate but there's the silence of the breaking dawn that draws me...It says "Praise me, Praise me" and I am draw because its not a want but a must. The silent room paints a picture in my mind of a dark space that takes the form of faces that I know and love. Those faces come and go slowly and with every face is an emotion and an option. I can pray for them  or let the hurt, guilt, pain, and shame, keep me from the glory of the Lord being revealed in them. I chose and continue to admire the silence of the time but the stillness of the prayer. I never prefer silent prayers and I don't really care much for who hears me but I do know that every word I utter is important. Its the magnificent beauty that surrounds my ears when the time is now to...pray.

                                  This is the day to pray and capture the beauty of silence           

Love's Hardness

Being able to simply touch and experience love isn't the true love that is something real people searching for love look for. It's a battle sometimes and always trying but the reward is so sweet that it can't be ignored. If love came so easy then why do some many find it to be a fake tangent of false reality that was only a short period of time. Better yet, why do we think we can find love every time we turn around to let something go and find something new. This isn't the way to true love. It's a feeling that is inside and out and doesn't need you to love it back because it will always love you. We wish it would be easy to just step on a path and just bump into this strange array of feelings, emotions, and a physical well being but the reality is it takes work. The kind of work that would make a man work for 7 years before he gets his wife or the kind or the kind of work to have everything you've ever wanted and being told to give it up. What is the truest love you've ever experienced. . .

                                                        Working to Love is Love at Work