Beyond me is a wonderful place to be. The only concern, not wanting to come back to being just me. So many cavernous maws, so many appetites, agendas and slippery slopes upon which it appears I have resided my entire short life. Rainbows in short supply in the dark dungeons of moss covered miscreants but the promise burns bright at the center of a heart so full it eclipses astronomical units of space. The enemy loves my clumsiness and I cannot even hold a pencil without breaking the tip, dropping it three or four times and missing the exam deadline. Dislodged from the corporeal inadequacies that have been tethering my progress, now to learn from God how to wield the fires of righteousness.

Never been loved and that mourns my weary little man. He blusters and boasts of conquering the moons of Jupiter yet has never been good enough for most and considered very little by those who should have defined matter and time. But those are things of belts and rings and never put food in a belly or cans upon a shelf. Beyond this, past the moorings of ships gone to wander, out where the treasures of wisdom and dawn avail, resides the Love of God for each of us. A ridiculous wonder, a splendor beyond worldly function or rhyme a mountain amassed for one purpose to demonstrate His adoration for this simple man. With plans so deep I hesitate to review them for I am overwhelmed by the connections upon relations upon convergence upon network all in grand concert with Time. For now a child’s gaze I look upon the wondrous as if seeing light at first, pausing to ask that faithful question, Why?

Running without faint walking in endless pursuit of wisdom and good, Earthly dirt. My shirt off color and blotches of white where bleach has “damaged” my ability to blend into humanity. Hiding in God’s Secret Place quite often laying wait for the enemy troops to pass. My heart and Spirit gain traction in the heavenlies as I propel to let off the brakes and rocket to the stars. The wheels of heaven are turning, the gates opening to loose the Host within, set to take War to the Fallen and Poison of the Living. Angels stand for millennia it seems looking upon the skies with execution in their eyes. They have waited to Honor the Almighty and take back what has been stolen by those who left their ranks. But to speak of such things I must reach beyond my stature and ask forgiveness in lacking understanding, words or depth. I am simply made to watch in dynamic Hope and yearning. For the moment I see the King. Even now I look for my place at the foot of His Throne a spot from whence my Eyes shall find rest in the knowledge that I cannot look upon Him and remain whole.

Jesus Made this worth it. As for my life it was never much to look upon. A series of slip ups, failures and self pursuit, amounting to naught but a history of self explanation or validation with a ticket to punch or a place to park. There is nothing good about me but Him and You. You are the Lord’s delight, as am I. I see the joy in His face in my minds contemplation each time He thinks or sees you and that makes it all worth while. Treasures royal of my heart and mind ye be. Yes, I will think on you and be filled. Thank you my Gracious Lord for something beyond just being me.