My medium

See, the word is my medium so only two measures apply; amount and content. Now if I worry how much then I lose sight of what is in the mixture, then if I worry about the content production falls short of proper usage of scant time allotted. Then again, there are those who instruct to inspect audience, testing their tongues for the salty and the sweet. And still many with a standardized practice of using refined or some lingo a la street. But those are effective plans for marketing when you are reaching for fame or for gold or maybe to look proudly upon the I love me wall when you’re getting old.

I don’t know but the Lord tells me to write. There are so many out there lonely who need to know that things are going to be alright.  Sometimes my words are encouraging and sometimes they bring guilt or regret. I never know which response is better nor even which response I am going to get.  So don’t fret my Son He tells me just speak from within the heart. I don’t chart out all my rhythms and my camber is often the missing part. I love to spend time with people it is for them that I make this stand.  Fighting to get what I came for just somehow seems so bland.  These days there are so many haters and they hate cause they have never known love.  I am so sorry for their losses never feeling like they’ve gotten enough. But if my words for a moment may split the rock around their heart, then the person who comes behind with water may find it torn apart.  And be able to bless them with favor, enrichment and with fertile intent. Somehow that makes my opening perfect for this outcome well meant.

I don’t know Joe, Do You? Am I supposed to write this way or that or wear a stupid or perhaps a proper hat, never creating or answering back to gesture or to spat?  It is easy to go through life if I don’t expect to know, because it removes the encumbrance of responsibility, the need to know. I don’t need to know so it don’t matter that I don’t. My job is love and I love you with all the words that pour from my mind and into my fingers, calling you to the peace beyond this world, something of an inheritance beyond the frivolous misgivings and pursuits of me.  See the outcome is what matters and if you have been encouraged then I have achieved in glory some cumulative output that says we win. If you have been given courage to stand in the dark and fight those fights for which God has determined your living, then Amen for the opportunity to prepare you that battle.  And if you have lived without love and encountered my surrendering heart wishing, willing, calling, laughing and singing you onward then know that I have done what was to be done for the sake of God and You.

Writing from the heart on the Border of the Aqua Colorado with sun on my shoulder, sweat soaking my teeshirt and joy overflowing from this sparsely covered cranium for Christ.  Thank you Lord for the chance to deliver words, words and more of those lovely little words.

1 thought on “My medium

  1. God Bless you my Brother. You encouraged a sister when she was in need, and calmed her (my) soul. As well, correcting, guiding, even rebuking if necessary is welcome. Oh I might be bold in saying that while I feel that sharp disapproval isn’t necessary at this moment. But what will be my reaction when and if that time of sharp disapproval is necessary? I pray that I am open to receive that Spirit filled correction and blessing in that moment. For God’s chastisement is a blessing in this perilous spiritual walk, to take time and set them back on that narrow path to Our Heavenly Father. Isn’t the warmth of sunshine on your face and that experience of breathing in the breathtaking artistry of God’s creation a beautiful feeling?

    Amen 🙏🏼 God Bless, and sleep well my Brother!

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