Thank you for peace, Lord. It covers, permeates and protects my sound mind from the panicking current of this world. Without there is war for thought and mind’s deep breath. what resounding joy to incline my heart’s ear to your calm.

I ask forgiveness from those with whom I have struggled in envy, distrust or misunderstanding. God help me when I’ve passed the threshold of anger and remorse. I am absolutely sorry to having continued in experiment or folly outside of God’s parameters.

The path is revealed as the current wends and winds toward the low points of the world. Much of which we thought we were certain has been proven ill devised.

Love is not performance measure. It lay outside of judgment. By nature those of us still on Earth are imperfect, thus we remain at shaping hand of conviction, water and time’s shaping seconds. Family is agreement to face it together.

I would have traveled with you meeting the dropping sands of time, but you chose otherwise, I pray that the Pastor to whom Gods leads meets worthiness of commitment as family. For unloving pursuit of performance criteria will never fulfill true love.

As water only knows two things; slope & container, meandering is of little consequence. Forget the outstretched arms of clocks and prism’s relegated to the recesses of mind for it will take how long it takes. The greatest decision is always your traveling partners.

It is narrative impossibility to serve my own interpretation of law,expecting favorable dispensation of blessing without consequence. Therefore deferring to my own judgment in service to sin even on my beloved or Brother’s regard is guaranteed to unfortunate end. This is not to deny healing or helping on ritual or rule of active prohibition, but rather to achieve outcomes for desirous gratification.

I sin and God chastises, no room for excuses based on duty to love whether romantic or filial. It matters not that I maintained intentions of fulfilling some moral law following that/those sin(s). The wages of sin is still death. Future sin being forgiven, the question points toward how much, backsliding is tolerable? Or what happened throughout the Bible to those who departed from faith and/or righteousness. Free will always being the rule this is for all of us to puzzle. You will have to reconcile Grace.

So, it matters that I love or loved you, but God’s interpretation is the only judgment that truly effects outcomes, as God is the only being with power to damn my soul to eternal damnation. It is His perspective alone which carries infinite weight. We must acknowledge that God may not be mistaken, that humans may wrongly assume through self-righteousness their certainty in salvation, Matthew 7. Marriages, friendships, parenting, works and worship cannot be conducted outside God’s definition.

Our nation continues to follow our own socially moral guidance and sees continued failure with abominable statistics. How then may Christians Jews continue in perpetual downward spiral while maintaining attitude of our own discretion? Our worldly gain is not equivalent to heavenly standing or right relation before Jesus.

Therefore as a man who chooses obedience before God’s Word and Trust of His direction over my own understanding I may not tolerate or champion any relationship which refuses for whatever reason intention or outcome that violates God’s asserted structure, discernment or prayerful-congruence with His Word. I am sorry that I remained unclear with you in any manner, word or deed. I cannot bless continued or repeated similar action or indifference.

What is most priceless for protection in assured times of trial and threat to contentment? My only control is found in faith and adjustment/maintenance of self-control through footing. Are our feet firmly planted upon the Rock of Ages that nothing will wipe us from the field of harvest? For the time is here, the fields ripe for workers with heart to see it gleaned for God’s Kingdom.

We see global contenders for government, world quest for dominion of the faithful, digital anomalies many rushing full tilt into worship and frail mastery of singularity. Men are predictable in their absence of trust and surrender, believing that somehow God needs them as backup to prevail in the event of His failure or their doubt. Prophecy is being revealed and we let go of God’s Sovereignty to insert our temporary efforts.

Will you go back into the house to retrieve your true loves or escape from rooftop to mountain when the Trumpet bids? Is your armor spiritual or the flesh you’ve taken back from the Cross? Do you even now see God beginning to turn His head from gentiles and prepare fulfillment of covenant promise? Do you know the road ahead or are you still guessing in your own selfish wisdom?

The times for which we were made rise up to meet us whether ready or ill equipped. With what manner of faith and promise will this day be met? Have you been readying in the relationship with Christ Jesus and Spirit’s Conviction? Or have you steadily put all power, mind and will to success in this world? These are not failures but the time of greatest choices and character’s revelation.

Yes, men will rise and submit their names as potential savior. Will we unwisely place our faith and confidence in these men’s efforts or remember the only path to God is found in Christ? Artificial heroes and protectors will capture the fearful hearts of those who run from darkness. Telling themselves that they have talent, plans and wishes upon yet seen strength to overcome the enemies of Our God who beat them.

My worry is not in my inability for it was never in my strength to prevail this worlds fight. This has always been a thing reserved for God Alone. I hope that your find encouragement to stand in His direction. I pray that He knows you on that day your finally claim you know Him. May He send angelic help especially when you have convinced yourself you don’t need Him to do the impossible things before you.

Extremely glad of your peace. So thankful that God has answered and that I may rejoice at your solid foundation in joy. Thank you for trusting Him to get you to that place that remains elusive. My fortune is rounded above the rim.

In quiet folly I test the components of my continuing argument. Laughing at myself the rye smile shimmers back in the mirror, thinking I am cute but knowing the opposite. A bit self-pleased rather significantly more comfortable in this august skin.

Great things reside beyond visible horizon, not hidden but surely concealed in wave lengths, hues and particular avoiding discovery in perception. Perhaps emotion may see what logic mis-perceives. A likeness too comely to represent adoration.

I am no longer thrilled by emancipation, too many cupboards, hallways and safe-rooms remaining investigation. I acquiesce too formative to be dissected or lain bare by preamble. The meet is in the potato and harmony surrenders to establishment.

Tide upon tide I roll to the setting of the sun, believing. Never losing course but still not remembering where I was going. I set sail for the week after hoping to float free from encumbrance for fortnight. Leaving room for petulance.

Into the waves I crash as sand fills the soggy difference. Pomegranate red the misty vapor of my countenance. What I once thought fulfillment has turned to passing dream waking to rerun of my imperfect capacity to conceive.

Overjoyed, if possible, I sit comfortably basking in the reality of your arrival to peaceful perpetuity. Though difficult being viewed as the cul de sac that led to secret passage or resolution it is nonetheless the objective of your heart’s desire.

Who would disapprove in candid review that something that comes from the apparent wrong thing can indeed be viewed in its entirety? Life is not simple episodes and occurrences as experience addicts portend but cumulative in reaching, “That thing”.

I am so glad to have been the foot-pad to pathway leading anywhere productive. Though not irrelevant it is true success, from supporting cast perspective to be that small solid block upon the road to significance. Perhaps I am that same brick for so many.

While perhaps viewed as of lesser importance when being a road, teammate or destination is what we covet, being a useful paver is certainly wonderful in its part of the whole. Thanks so much for stepping on me on your way to finding happiness.

The ropes creek with the wet seas, bidding them stick and stay cleated to land. The mooring hums eager for the launch; do dry and dream of new birth. Well fell with yonder star that the ocean is now calling, pleading lose love, drop sword and come away with me.

To plunder eternity and break fast with history. Calculating the cost as elders, young men’s heart bid us run, jump and sail away past reason. We do hurt but for necessity and time. The time to read maps in navigation and beat the season’s storm beyond tomorrow’s bridge

So faithful the chin to endure polite calling. Forgetting all the promises we never thought to make and briefly wish we had. Our hearts leap for willful folly, glory and promise of land and riches. For we have seen the excitement of journey’s made by younger men flashing in our eyes.

Would that you hankered for the wind and sea, but it is the land, the land of the many days of tomorrow that draws your gaze. What of tomorrow when today is yet half folded linen leading to potential ends we knew not had begun. My fantasy is the sea spray of today.

Good to have remembered the sweet, velvet blossoms of springs kindness and comradery. To hold the warm hand and hold someone close and quiet for moments, not for tears but smiles in honest reflection of love and family projected upon the tapestry of life.

But reliance upon these things, not being capital crime go without punishment unless one considers absent divine accomplishment and faith without which it is impossible to please Him. I am luring myself to the snares threatening my achievement of purpose.

The question evolves surrounding how these things are achievable through symbiosis? Well it must be done as the rules of the gospel direct. There are so many of us experiencing snags trying to combine worldly with spiritual which will always produce painful results.

I resist and forgive any and all attempts to bully, cajole or manipulate this Pastor, Brother, Friend and Patriot in an published/unwritten narrative position. My sole purpose is loving service to God and His commands upon my: gifts, person, prayer, purpose, potential and execution. Do not expect my ignorance as foothold for any friendly or enemy advances to obtain those outcomes or objectives. You will be met with a lovingly stern resolve to see all of your misguided approaches quashed and deterred.

Preferably I will take several steps back allowing time and meditation to promote forgiveness, thought and wisdom to prevail. But inevitably it will be under your own consideration and choice to react to my confrontation which should be anticipated should attempts reoccur. It is not that I do not care for the opposite is truth, however you must not continue in this regard for the least you should expect is strict admonishment. I pray for God’s Greatest outcomes for you in this life and the next, show me the same consideration or choose to move on.

I believe in God’s supremacy. There are actions HE commands, enables and those HE restricts. I renew my commitment to honor those guidelines, surrendering my own willful sovereignty for HIS. I am not servant to life wounds, emotions or daydreams. The things that I have and seek are in His Word if you find your requests, demands, expectations or wishes to be inconsistent with His Word then the Problem you have with HIM will be the same you have with me, His Servant. I am not here to be pushed around by either your or my own weaknesses for in my weakness I find the Lord’s Strength.

In this ministry I have been patient, choosing to wait before establishing my mettle against encroachments upon my framework. That patience must be led by the Holy Spirit’s direction the word I am receiving from HIM is that patience comes with amenable mirrored demonstration of growth, attempt and His discernment of your heart, mind and intentions. Remember He lives in each of our hearts and the Sword of the Spirit of His Word is Truth’s indication of those things which remain concealed. God knows each of us and will not leave manipulation or false intention either purposely or accidentally hidden in the unconscious.

I will entertain suggestion but remember if you don’t want a Pastor’s help then don’t ask the Pastor for that help. Repeated demand to play by your rules in conduction of this ministry are inconsistent with the growth and accountability that I owe to God in shepherding His Flock. I am not a Savior, Doctor, Psychiatrist, Debate partner or your enemy. I am a Pastor, Preacher, Teacher and Evangelist, a Friend and Brother to those seeking Jesus. If you are seeking someone to manipulate into tolerating any illness or self destructive behavior you are absolutely mistaken. What you are seeking is worldly resolution when I am committed to miraculous intervention beyond my own human capacity. In Jesus’ Name.

Assuming new orbit around the beloved center of the Universe. Locked from rotation upon my own axis, tidally facing the light of my reflection. Showing the darkness my backside, not from disrespect but from knowledge that there is no threat, fear or worry from loss.

What is the flower in budding but becoming the blueprint of its creation lasting each day until that moment of purposeful fulfillment of blossom and seed? To be viewed in the context of that making having achieved the programming of God one day to look upon it.

There had to be a fall, a seemingly insurmountable collection of laws, rules and performance objective over which we were led, thrown or catapulted to new lands and possibility. The documentation of life well lived may not by reason be in simple gifting accomplishment.

Resurrection as a fallen church yet sprouted from new ground, sweet, young, accepting of Celestial seasoning to flourish in technical supremacy of coding upon brand new strands and tether. Born again to a reprized or golden set of memories, targets and experiments.

Watching as time takes on new meaning and purpose no longer held to the temporary clicks of seconds seeking years. Watching horizons with ten billion new hues expanded by complex division of the wonder within light, waiting to adapt or notice shimmers and shadow.

Laying down the life I was meant to live incorrectly. For this road leads to the known destination in the scripting by mankind’s play-writes. Now I crave a destiny that includes the pathway lit up by the stars of understanding. Taking rightful place among them as eternal servant.

Nothing to tell no one to blame, in quest for all things including the fame. Shot for the stars when kneeling prescribed, stolen some hearts and others I bribed. Stepped in deep holes I dug on my own, shredded the rules the good deeds that I’ve blown. Ran away when fighting was right chose to fight when peace would have been right. Shook in my boots no courage was found ran up on the rocks lured in by the sound. Hopeless at best and at worst simply wrong. Wrote a prayer and a song that she said was too long.

When learning was apt was apt to charge in believing chastisement to let the learning begin. Far away wisdom a shelf up to high, stealthily stealing what I most certainly could buy. Begged, clipped and borrowed the pats on the back instead of just asking I had chosen to hack. Knitting a tapestry with holes at each end breaking their hearts without letting them mend. It was all so simple when checking my list eschewing my purpose in not too exist. Leaving them hanging one claw in the curtain abandoned for sure left alone to be certain.

Pray what is done is the best for all involved. The problems, solutions and issues resolved. The thinking the challenge the charge to be known, not remembered in failure or the bad seeds that I’ve sown. In blossoms and carrots and fruits of the ground may my character and courage finally be found. The sound of the wind no longer whispers a name nor the works of relation some rules to a game. Finding successes in the hearts that I meet the errors of judgment twice not repeat. Replete with good measure and some spices thrown in the taste of good pleasure minus my sin.

Many the road and pleasant the task working for wonder for miracle I ask. Not for my wealth, health or wanton heart but to repair that which is broken no longer apart. Formless and fickle the lusts of this man leaving behind this has always been plan. Would that I wanted and wish that at start was not absent reason and greater understanding of heart. Still in this venue I will plant a tree in the end you will see Him in the fruits that shall be. All splendor and graces pour out through your life whether walking in silence with husband or wife.

I leave you with little it is all that I have the wounds they need healing as eye for the salve. So succor your feelings and let God do His work and forgive those that hurt you especially this jerk. The gifts I was given regardless of muse are only worth having when put to good use. In sadness or badness I lose what’s inside perhaps that is the reason my wound is so wide. Empty beginnings and fine fuller ends the intention we mention, the breaks and the bends. It is not what I suffer that makes me the man nor the breadth of successes that says I am part of the plan. Each breath I deliver each beat of my heart defines my position, hope and my part.

My report, I did my best and still fell short. Reaching down to pick up my flag I slapped on my thigh. Counting the dandelions and clovers I hung my head and waited for the sigh.

Never will amount to the bundle of expectations written in the unfulfilled and unpleasant moments of lives with which in some manner I had psychological attachment.

Should my sadness at not having the power of the Savior be enough to chase me from repetition. The calculus just doesn’t produce worthy sum. Always leads to disaster.

How many times may a young man come up shy of super human to remove the curse of trying to be or become something that was never real. What is the quest to be that person?

The failed experiment ought not run one moment of based thinking. Yet, for so many years I and so many others apply all that they’ve got to forestall something outside of reason.

They call claiming they wanted to help me, when my gut immediately determines that they are in trouble that they perceive I may rid them in the false claim of purposeful singularity.

In seniority I have made the decision to sacrifice my own heart for the reasons that God sent me. This has never been about a realization of my own dreams but His Will that they follow.

Tending the flock or field never determines the outcome. Seeding, weeding, feeding and even pruning simply maintain the soul effects of God upon the fruit and or the bounty.

If I rejoice it is neither in absence of success or fear of failure. I rejoice in the election, the appointment as gardener, shepherd or husbandman, a perfect helper for the King.

In God’s imperial armour I stand in Faith and absolute Courage rooted in the Promises of Covenant Vow. Be Gone, shadows of dark dominion, May the Lord choose this moment to send you forever to Fiery Lake’s of eternal separation and regret.

Be still thy mocking mouth of vile curse, spell and whisper. The sound of serpent’s voice. I stand not in carnal expression of sword arm, bullet or human rebuke, but in the Word of God who IS for everlasting the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

Come to Earth, not for simple joy or the pleasure of Mammon inclusion but legal and prophetic fulfillment in freeing the world from its own vile sin and the debt that we could nevr hope to pay. That promise is the power that through faith diverts fiery darts.

Bring back the understanding and Gospel promise of hope that has been lost in reshaped ritual. Take away the gaping maw of depression and damnation, for Jesus’ life was not expended to lose something that precious to our Creator.

Come off the fence of foolish dedication to wait for victor in sides choosing, the Lord has Won. There is no fence but the one from which you will be called to judgment and assigned place in Gehennah upon your works written in the Books opened at White Throne.

We rejoice not in day of presents, food and grace of human effort but the memory and present/future delight given by God to all creation in choice. This day reminds me that many will choose against God and find painful exile as their reward.

We are the Children of obedience, the First Fruits found faithful when looking at that righteous moment Christ bought us back from slavery and damnation. May this be another moment of my faithful reliance upon His Love, Promise and Provision. In Jesus’ Name.