Your eyes followed me here

If I make it,

To Heaven,

I may be

As bloody as Hell,

Would you still take me?

 

I’m afraid that

You might say,

“Depart from me,

I never knew you.”

Cause I’m in the wrong body,

I must have stumbled in.

 

 

On the last couple of days in the United States, John Poole left these words on the trash (dump) elevator in Chick-fil-a. 

It is something I will look at every time I walk in that elevator. 

It is so profound, and those who read it will feel the power and inspiration of these words and know it is something they will have to think about. 

Thank you John. It is something that will remind me of you for this time with you away. 

: )

 

 

Your eyes

Followed me here.

fonts, snow, joy.

fonts,

taught to be bold,

taught to be fine,

taught to be original,

taken to the extreme,

to exemplify the simplicity,

of a word and a thought,

with a pen to a paper.

 

snow,

taught to be cold,

taught to be white,

taught to be told,

from the God above,

to the water of the sky,

with the weather of the night and day,

with simple acts of joy.

 

joy,

a result of writing and snow,

a result of the rest of the world,

seeing snow fall,

listening to writing in full,

learning to live in the joy,

that comes each day,

with the weather and the seasons,

and writers and thinkers,

 

let the snow fall,

let the writers grow,

to the Joy of the world,

across the land, 

across the eyes,

across the soul.

 

a desire of a man

So I don’t make many posts of just talking about my life. So here it goes…

It’s been a good couple of weeks, in and out of myself, traveling, searching, loving. I am just kind of stuck in a rut, it seems sometimes… other times, I am so uber excited about life, and what is to come. 

One thing that has been on my mind lately is money… I work at Chick-fil-a, and it is O.K. money, but I know I can’t do that for the rest of my life, and I don’t really want too… What I would really LOVE to do, as I’m sure most people do, is travel, travel, travel. It is hard to do that these days though, and actually be able to eat… I know that I am called to be a missionary, a good father (but not just to my own children, but as a spiritual father for God’s purposes…), an blogger, a videographer (but not for money), and of course, as I have mentioned, a world traveler; I want to make a difference in this world. I’d love to start a mission to help people around the world, in poverty, with disease, help get people out of slavery, being a father, love, be affectionate towards, and be compassionate to the world, giving up of myself to those who need God, and who need to be encouraged. I have been told I am going to be a man who blesses, lives with, or is helpful towards, the most insignificant people of the world. And with all my heart, I want what God wants for me, I know that is this. I feel it all within my bones, within my eyes, within my mind, within my gut, the utmost parts of my body, and my heart (which is the most strong). I desire so much to live with God, be with God, loving Him, being with Him, being best friends, and loving others while I love God. I want it with all that I am, I could cry for years, for eternity, if I don’t do it. If I don’t strive for these things, I know I will cry for eternity. 

So as I live in this moment, day by day, striving to be the person God wants me to be, messing up, confessing my sinful ways, and loving those around me in intricate ways, ways I hope no one else has loved before. It is as if I will burst, blow, die if I don’t do what I know God wants to do through me, in me. I have to do it. 

Pray for me, that all these things, my flesh mostly, that make me fall, that make me fail, leave, and I find strength in God. 

With tears, many tears, I ask for you to pray for me, that God will be in me, and I will be in Him, and that I will do what He does, what He desires, what His heart longs for. Thats all I want. 

 

And in these final moments of this day,

I know what I must do.

I must pray, I must earnestly pray,

for God’s mercy,

for God’s grace,

for God’s forgiveness of this broken state,

I must earnestly pray,

pray, pray,

for His return to me,

for my return to Him,

for the end of myself has come,

at the end of this day,

and for it all to never come back.

my face

 

something freaky, yet cool happened while editing: my face was transposed into different sections of the picture.