What gift silence? What chaos endorses peace? Focus, an ability or determined effort to drown out the noise, even white noise. The cackle is so disturbing, why? An effort to simply say or use words without thinking is slumber or worse yet nervous or ill behavior. Exhausted of my own energy in using words to describe something may quite likely never be accepted or understood. Lord please give me cogent, purposeful and timely words.

Children or those unsure of their walk/position need constant validation. Underfoot, even with negative attempts to receive Focus, which diverts Focus from all other pursuits, even God’s Voice and direction. This cacophony must be brought into line and perspective or the purposeful direction of spirit will never be enjoyed and heeded. This is so painfully un-gentile.

When looking to another being I claim to love, in love I must consciously decide and control what I say as to not diminish or annoy them. I came into it knowing that there are things that should not be said to maintain, preserve and foster my beloved’s quiescence or rest. Pestering, nattering and lacking self control I will destroy or inhibit healthy growth in relationships. It has never been my job to change people to my desired understanding.

Private people are quiet people and Christians deserve and embrace the Rest given by Promise of Christ. Those who have such need for spot light should truly go to the Lord and learn self Control, especially where the healthy relationship of men and women are concerned. Men need silence to work out their problems, designs and to listen for the voice of God. Good Conversation is necessary to healthy communications. Constant Conversation is not always productive to that ideal.

Adult Christians don’t simply embrace the Word as children seeking a nipple. They know that there are complexities and direction in God’s Word clearly defining and promoting good relationships between people of same and opposite gender. Failure to learn and heed these healthy guidelines harbors either a reluctance, disobedience or lack of the Fruit of Self Control.

I implore myself to be conscious of all that I say especially to those whom I claim to have love and respect. Peace is a fruit of the Holy Spirit and therefore must be heard, learned and practiced through that two way communication with Him as guide. Lord forgive me for my lack and practiced understanding and any harm or detriment it has created.

If one person however needy or good intentioned fails to respect the maintenance of peace, whatever desired outcomes they embrace or testimony they provide, there will be absence of peace detrimental to all that they seek. Lord please don’t let me injure my own relationships through unconscious or immature understanding and practice. In Jesus’ Name.

Worthy of saying. Maximizing return naturally, purely, with rhyming songs and hope filled smiles. In all aspirations seeking those things beyond the bullet points. To show up in the daylight perpetually making each moment sharper, better, more fulfilling for all involved.

What is conjured out of truth? What magics are found in listening to that quiet voice? What personal gain comes as validation for life well lived? These are not blessings of the pocket, purse or accounts in envy. These are the treasures of the heart, mind and relationship.

Into quicksand I am delivered. Not that I would be accustomed to paralysis and fear, but that I would pass beyond them. Cumbersome, overwhelming and exhausting this crushing weight that would own my heart and head. Only illusion as I was never issued either.

Feet, planted soundly, reflecting solid ground, drives away the shaky legs of men who fear falling. Whispers of unholy men seeking assistance from the shadow are heard as rivers run dry and clocks tick toward midnight. In prayer men find themselves without want and pride.

Mercy is never forgotten, shame leaves upon forgiveness. Cleansed of feelings, thoughts, actions and doubt. Freedom is about the absence of controlling interests. For they continue to hammer home that surrender to the warden brings eternal servitude. Not so well said.

This is volunteer work, but conscious understanding in sobriety the gravity of freely serving the Sovereign, Maker, the King of Everything. I am neither destitute nor diminished but adopted by someone who should by all rights never even know or speak my name.

To say something memorable, something that helps men stand in courage or women find confidence in promise. Leaning into the winds of time and change. Never blown off course as precision, focus and determination join efforts to resolve the impossible. Our days are annals and fossils of this age. Left behind for those in life’s struggle to call upon in moments beyond themselves, to recall that someone won. Someone won.

Not wanting to rest upon the valor of men I should have known, or those who should have known better. This collision of steel upon razor edge threatens to cleave time and flesh. The opportunity to pit whit, charm and faith against the forged weaponry of crime, threat and evil. Knowing at outset that we have been victorious, though visions of failure and horror are illusions set to counter the mettle of our minds. We’ve won.

When fear calls our name leaving us riven in shame and doubt, our mouths filled with hope and ground to powder the upset, worry and paralysis of heart. We are not due the guilt of those who stood watching or ran to woods to hide eyes imperfect. Our resolve, when courage called to reason found enemies upon the field as we departed. Into glory we stepped not to shout our names but to sit at the foot of He who deserved it all. We stood.

A man may walk this same path a thousand times and not remember anything peculiar or particularly outstanding. But this day, the path remembered him. For today his feet planted deeply into the heart of this world finding the Rock of all Ages, firmly. Unfailing he took post, to walk it in sober recall and sounding for deep enemies. Showing fully his kinship to the King. His hope for lands and life, that all deserving peace found it in great measure. It found him enduring.

Not shapeless symbols of fable or comely tale. The real, images left blood-bright upon the sand and castles stone. That all of mankind cannot forget, nor would ever want to. The things that make the light so powerful. In shining day as swords fell and hearts could be left weeping. Men stood, shameless dressed in illumination and bible belt black. They were polished in courage, steeped in honor and humbled by the light of life. They sat forever, victorious.

There are no conclusions but facts or fiction by choice enabling men to follow the path of their own idolatry and service. God, who in the beginning was with the Spirit and the Word, The Trinity, designed the world and all its characters, objects, plants, animals and ideas to interact to amplify or ignore certain Sovereignly established outcomes. He then shared these outcomes with man through a blessed nation, Israel, who were given a choice to obey, finding joy in humble service or depart to face the consequence of disobedience and departure.

From that date following the destruction of all life that had chosen departure, it was clear that man had made all the mistakes necessary to find itself outside of God’s Will. Transformed by the hand of the enemies of God in a ferocious effort to cancel the birth of Salvation. God would not start again but gave mankind a replay in recognition that departure is not assured but a choice. Yet, repeatedly facing the ramification and result of behavior outside of God’s direction mankind launched wars, lusts, conquests, gluttony and assault upon innocence until once again it stands upon the eve of self destruction.

The Twist, God entered this dimension providing escape from the guaranteed wages of man’s wicked works. He sent a Son, perfect in all His Thoughts, Ways and Works. His Son greater than any other born being, brought into the world by the Power of God’s Spirit through an innocent obedient woman, gave man once again an opportunity to serve God’s Righteous plan. This time with an amazing, angel astounding wrinkle, that those who believe upon God’s offer of salvation will find themselves born again of that self same Spirit of God. We now had the chance, though wicked, to through choice to join the family of Almighty God, included in the Body of Christ Jesus. Made Perfect by the work He performed and in endurance find ourselves set apart, Holy, Righteous and True in service as God’s Ambassadors to the remainder of mankind.

The premise that man was created to achieve the things of God’s intention, those things perhaps well beyond their own capability, glistens for review and participation of all men. Though most so incensed by the thought of surrendering to their maker are turned to vain imagination and self service by their failure to acknowledge the truth that all men have been shown. In this dynamic scenario played out in the length of man’s advancement continues to ensnare those who refuse to find humility. Men, determined to make their own road, rebel of that which they know to be true, leaving themselves open to powers that will always dominate them. Men, wronging believing that in avoiding, ignoring or disobeying God that they will find themselves masters of their own destiny they merely find themselves captive to Satan and his fallen angels. Only coming to enlightenment in front of Christ in judgment. What an abomination.

To be with you in Jesus. The center of all hearts. So many falls and fails and walls to climb until then is now. Seeking transformation as a man walks each mile in hope. Breathing free the welcome sighs when time loses grip upon life. Cannot get right that which was never meant for mastery. Cannot become something outside of intention. The recipe is final, all roads lead to perfection through practice and promise. Relief is found in simple enduring pursuit and witness. Witness of winter’s watch and mountains egress to find moments with the maker. To feel that instant weight and burden are taken returned to rest and peace.

My dream welcomes those who hated, outside of thought, ritual and clashing reason. To feel the love that’s due them in their fashion. Don’t be so afraid. The darkness shouts so clearly to paralyze the joyful instant when courage inflames your passion to fulfill those things beyond you. Ride on until bottoms up and time is forgotten for the passing of sun and moon. Hold fast the world about your shoulders, keeping rhythm with the wolf, bird and forest. As they too await the coming to be recognized in the presence of dawn. Do not fight except for room to stand, singing bright against the windwatch. As night calls open to the torches.

They will get so close yet know the distance beyond recovery. No humility to find the will to ask for change. Not simple moves to modify our counsel, but renewal, remaking in the Fire Baptism of heavenly labor. What manly thing may enter gates beyond the scope of senses impure? What lash may hold a man’s soul to grounds and air refined by the will of time and God? Holy Ground Son. Holy. To be found listening to silence so deafening it restores a man’s contrition. Negotiating just for footfalls or crossed legged position at the base of ocean’s template. In length’s of burnished brass and glass they assemble peering downward.

Praying for the collision of now and everlasting. Praying for the melding of Sovereign and Temporal elation. Praying for the innocent and evil that they be wrapped in covenant’s blessing having given up the sword and riven heart. Replaced with comfort found only in purpose beyond the quest of mortal desire and leather satchel. These things remain beyond my scope and reason. Why many know the peace to which God leads them yet they replace it with years, eons, and countless age of war, pain and pestilence. Hoping the skirt the rules, boundaries and intentions lain out for all to make their paths right, true and virtuous.

It has always been about you. Why then in simple wishful thinking do you seek your name in each line? As if to find validation in the mention. What passion fills the hearts of princes and priestess, but to kneel together before the sandals of the one who gave us freedom? What greater inclusion than to be within the body, loved by all and God directed? I do not hope for anything in this world to give me reason or fulfillment, only that I may share the love He has scripted on my heart. Walking when running is not sensible and on the charge when sundown will leave us breathless. To sit alone in peace upon the hill as together we listen for God’s quiet mention of each name.

Sufficient for the moment. The pains my heart endures. Reaching out to consequence. Answers and great cures.

Taking time for granted. The moments and each hour. Laughing at significance. With a face so long and dour.

Rhyming without reason. Stopping on a dime. Luring in the great djinn. Who couldn’t wait to unfold time.

For fear is for the asking. And love not often free. In long discussion with mate and master. We all began to see.

The ticket is not counterfeit. The priceless dream insured. Mockery and nuisance. Must be happily endured.

Abiding in true nonsense. Deprived of common sense. The down payment on eternity. Was so wide and twice as dense.

So we fought with out fists clenched. Open heart, welcome hand. The fires grew much larger. Winds blew it as we fanned.

In posture of true wonder. In awe with eyes so wide. We couldn’t wait to enter. As sophist, queen or bride.

For the treasure sits there waiting. For poet, prince or scribe. For whistling is not begging. For imagination we describe.

Things beyond understanding. And castles made of gold. We must equate the offering. When we’re daft and much too old.

I forgive you for the insult. And wish you twice the best. I will not be as the forgotten. Escape poor choices of the rest.

In love with God as Father. Loving those whom He loves. No sacrifice is needed. No more goats or turtle doves.

For Christ has come to save us. And now we’re heaven bound. No matter how often you repeat it. I never tire of the sound.

Love found is in the emotional risk of giving it. Aspects, in shape, size, polarity and promise. Nothing officially occurred until light was created. In darkness all things no matter how sovereign or asleep are residing in the potential of their wakefulness. Loved enough to see the light of creation and breathe the breath of sovereignty within me.

Nothing to share but that which was given unto me in promise. Residing within the context of my reformation, blind, just barely to the things that will emerge. It is not enlightenment I seek, in the pleasure of my own adoration, but that peace that emanates from within each heart as they begin to trust and understand what love does within them.

Mystery fills my spots with wonder. Knowing what should not be revealed simply because I asked. I do not ponder the possibility and that absurdity of eternal consideration. My fate is an offering from the writer of the horizons and the painter of universal opulence. Why would man burden his days, placing weight against the causeway rather than walking forward?

From here to there and anywhere I am allowed to visit, calculate, review and apprehend. For in movement the dance begins. In swell the wave crests. In tide the boat floats. Do we worry about every tidally locked planet, perhaps? The moons and distant starts too numerous to tally are exceptional mystery for someone to resolve. Maybe days yet formed.

Standing bye while possessing the power, talent or treasure necessary to saving life is a monumental sin against God. We of the body feed, clothe and pamper ourselves in self justification and narcissistic precision all the while claiming the rest of the world is “Lost”. How could anyone cemented in this behavior ever consider themselves righteous before the Loving Throne of God’s Grace?

We, as those who follow to emulate and mirror Christ are expected to lay down our lives for our enemies when we cannot even be troubled to come to the aid of our Brothers and Friends. Absurdity is our posture, blindness our handicap and willful misrepresentation and obedience to God’s Word, Will and Spirit our only reward. These are the days of the dwindling exception. Gone are the long defensible moments of I am going to get to it someday. For Someday is passing us by in the slow lane as we rush down the broad boulevard of worldly inclusivity.

Will I simply point my own bony finger as I project this failure upon everyone but myself? Certainly that would be the par for the Christian corporate course, to employ the hypocrisy that Christ admonished to shield myself from scrutiny. But I know myself and my own failures, disobedience and continued sin in the face of God’s calling, direction and command to be holy righteous and true as He is Holy. By any measure of my own behavior I deserve the wages of my sin and know emphatically that only through the Grace of God and the gift offered all by Christ upon the Cross of Calvary may I be excluded from this deserved penalty. It is only through Him that my sins are forgiven and only through my obedience that I may show Him my Love.

These are the days that will make men’s honor or regret. What we DO now in the Spirit of God, empowered, delivered, adopted, reborn is the only mark of this world that will follow us to the Feet of Christ or the shores of Gehenna. I have either amassed continual expression of my contempt for the sovereign in my inaction sponsored by the Loving acceptance of surrender or I walk in His Spirit ardently pursuing His reflection, approval and Love, wearing confidently His kinship. Our end is rapidly approaching beyond which we will need Christ’s Acknowledgement and Spirit’s Power to proceed to whatever destiny eternity provides. Those with the lively hope of Spirit’s indwelling may confidently walk into God’s Arms not in the knowledge of their performance by entitlement but their surety in their surrender to God’s offer of reconciliation.

Where do you stand? How many people have you passed today when you had what they needed to succeed or survive? Guilt is shame placed upon you for needful reason. Conviction is the call of God’s Holy Spirit for you to become the man or woman God called you to become. These are the days of choice, not just salvation but ambassadorship as a vessel for God’s coming Kingdom. Time to decide each day. Lay it down or keep it in store to be left on the field of battle unused via your own lack of obedience and rabid self interest.

Blessed shavings from the face of God. What may be found valuable in the rubble, stubble and aspirations of mankind? What do we esteem, most Highly? What is valued beyond all else? Gold, Silver, the unborn, character reflecting commitment to Godliness? No, all of these have been forsaken for the dire ramifications of self resolve and pleasure. Even gold has lost its sheen being given up for the dark or pure flesh in prostitution of men, women and children. What monsters do we reserve in darkness to explain these evidences?

Woah, to all of us for having walked away from obedience to our Maker. It is no small thing to go against God in personal war or revolution. As member of creation we must above all else remember our allegiance and duty to that making. Forsaking God is accepting that fallen state demonstrated by His angels, ignoring the dangerous example of greater beings in their ambition to escape that duty. We are the definition of foolishness and folly. There is no there there, wherever we are headed will end as it began in the Hand of God judgment.

Thinking myself outside of God’s review in my sinful expression is perhaps the greatest stupidity given unto man. I imagine myself ontologically outside of God’s review simply adhering or relying upon my own self determination to be sovereign. This is no escape from Godly parameters but the adamant walls of self-capture. Nothing invented by a character within the manuscript to support or justify self approved or appointed action outside of that tome will assist in my departure. I am what God made of me. The perfect creation for His Means and objectives. Certainly, as any egomaniac I may pursue my own mental construct but equally achieve the reward of my own imagination.

The decisions remain the same throughout past and future, comply in obedience, logic and love or disobey in foolishness, rebellion and utter destruction. No matter the effort, brain allocation or patient manipulation of the elements found in life’s living will change the outcomes dictated by God. For He alone is God, Creator, Master and King. I praise Him for showing me kindness in birth, kindness and generosity in provision, protection and promise and mercy in forgiveness for my deliberate or mistaken wanderings from the Truth that I know has always been Truth.

Requiting love, only sought when theft in trust beyond reason. Nothing to borrow bright or bold, leaving no heart preparing for hot south wind in desertion. Confirming what has been shown through will and works. There is no other path than obedience as choice. No food but to do the Will of the Father and find unending power in practiced performance.

Remanding ourselves to whispers, followed without remorse or reciprocity. Ropes tightly wound not to bind the fools of fashion but to anchor the drafting vessel moored to landing. In promise what cause in found to hope for better understanding. The food and drink of men no longer lost in the decadence or labyrinthine quest to find the center of the universe.

Freedom, gift given drags no lassos in its wake. No snares or honeyed words of unseen horizons or depths of magma too hot for peace to prosper. Left by the mortal glut of will to guarantee that which is yet foretold or seen. Into false hope they sell their wares. Childish retreat or succor of moms who would not care for the tears of their young.

In aspiration all find the empty pales and wind-scraped ashes of fires gone forever. So few will remember the admonition in God’s warning. Do not depart from seas so slumbered or valleys protected by peaks soaring to the heaven’s. To discover the spent wicks of candle lit dreams and desire for something beyond righteous imagination.

To the camel proclaim your knowledge of walking in the sun beaten madness of golden yearnings. Set in trance to dance and sing to midnight or the sated moon that has never known tear or raindrop. Into what regiment are enlisted the men who knew not pleasure of their Fathers? Only to find that dreams are never enough to build castles to sky and heaven.