Time is a thief I would rob...

Time goes on, never to return.

The seconds go by as we urge the clock on. Our every moment seems to create another need for the next to pass more quickly.

The minutes surge on as the seconds are wished away. We perform our present task and wish its time away, we complain of what little time the past has held, we worry for the time of the future.

Before we know it the hours have disappeared. Lost to us forever. But we are thankful, for we are ever dissatisfied with the current passing of the clock.

Hours turn into days. Days that melt together, forming pieces of time that cannot be identified. Every day looks the same, time spent is time said to be wasted; time spent, and wished to be spent on something else.

Weeks are a blur of monotonous tasks, speaking of the past and wanting to be placed in the time of the future.

These wanderings form quickly into months. Always a surprise at the coming of a new month. Always a wonder at the thief that rode away with the one previous.

This constant phenomena creates the years that define us. The years that are celebrated each moment the new has begun.  The years that we aspire to make each new start the best of all that has come before.

But what did we do in these precious moments that form the years of our youth?

What would happen if our time was not spent being wished away...

What would happen if each second was filled with gratitude, with thankfulness, with appreciation for the gift He has mercifully given in each moment.

What if...?

The result would be joy. Absolute delight in every circumstance.

Joy in our pain, joy through our worries, joy despite uncertainty, joy in our longing.. joy in our happiness.

Choosing gratitude in knowing the Lord Of All has control over all.

Choosing joy in knowing that Christ Is All in every second when we can't do it on our own.

This will form our days, weeks, and years with a time of contentment... and peace.

I choose gratitude.

I choose joy :)

"Live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light." ~Colossians 1:10-12~

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I just don't know sometimes...

I don't understand why everything seems so complicated and confusing. I suppose it being complicated and confusing is why I don't understand...

So what now?

An analogy:

When you have been standing on a cliff.... observing the ocean below you, the ebb and flow of the waves, and their constant battering against the coastline. Observing, preparing, constantly preparing and being prepared for the final inevitable leap off of the cliff's edge.

But when that time comes, what happens when your carefully constructed jump feels as if you've been shoved headfirst, impossibly unaware of how to achieve a desired outcome while falling through the insecurity of the air. When the desired outcome is hardly known that presents yet another problem.. When drifting through this inescapable state towards the tremulous sea below there is nothing that can be done to reverse the act of the jump (or push) which caused the current state of undesired being in the first place. All that can be done is to simply exist. Flying through the air, increasingly doubting the chance of survival upon impact of the destination, and completely unable to form logical thought and explanation as to how or why it was so necessary for this state to be reality in the first place.

The truth is that the destination is unknown. The ocean below so vast, vague, mysterious... Everything is unknown...

I'm not sure if that made any sense whatsoever. But in the meantime... I just don't understand.

And I don't know what to do.

What do you do when things that once seemed certain are stolen.

When the dreams that you have must be suppressed.

When what is understood is questioned.

When the feelings you so strongly have are unable to exist...

You trust Him. For that is all that is left to do.

(and you ride your horse.... #imisshome)

ice.

how can strength be so fragile?

a tormenting current, stilled.

masked overnight by a soft sheet of crystal ice…

casting a beautiful reflection as light from the outside world attempts to penetrate it’s safe borders.

a quick glance would show nothing at all…

a quiet scene of endless white,

each defining line deluded,

fading into its background…

a closer look reveals the solid surface transforming what was known into a façade of serenity

but this surface, meant to protect, shield, isolate

takes nothing but a crack,

a small, insignificant touch by an outside force

and in a second…

one breathless moment...

it shatters.

the solid sheet exposes a weakness to the strength that never truly existed.

even a small break in the surface cannot conceal the power of the current underneath,

once so delicately hidden.

it roars above the silence,

piercing through the simple peace that was once held.

the cause of this undesired disturbance,

the creator of the destruction of this cold and now broken masquerade…

now disappears.

slipping through the cracks.

falling into the mysteries of what lies beneath the fragile crystal…

in a split second, they are gone…

Lost to the unknown waters,

corrupting and changing what was meant to be untouched.

and now…

freeze could come once again,

the break could be mended,

could slowly recreate the stillness, the silence of winter.

but the previous disturber will forever be lost.

whether it be their true desire or not…

they are lost beneath the surface

of the ice…

My Psalm to my Lord...

O Lord, You paint the skies with your majesty,
Your mighty breath the turning power of the sea.
Each day the sun rises and You guide its direction,
While carefully watching every creature in your protection.

You gently bloom each intricate flower,
And search out a path for each raindrop in every hour.
Your refined strength is revealed in the breath You've created,
In galloping hoofbeats Your power is stated.

In the force of the wind, in the heart of a storm,
Your meekness is held in its humblest of forms.
In every sunset we see another marvelous masterpiece,
And in darkness, by the light of Your stars we still see.

O Lord, in the spirit of a servant, or in the heart of a warrior,
Let us, in all we do, give You Your honor.

Tides

What am I supposed to do.

I try so hard to stay away but every time I fall far enough

You pull me back in.

I drift away,

Involuntarily running,

Because I know I should…

But how do we stay apart

When your gravity has a grip on me.

I see the tides of your wavering affections through the ocean in your eyes…

I try to look to the horizon,

But the crystal waters focus my vision,

Control my emotion.

They drown my reasoning

And flood through the clouds of my rational thought.

You are oblivious to this surge.

This unknown power you’ve been given.

But the truth is not in the urgency of my uncontrolled wish…

Your pull is reaching past me,

Rushing through me

As you attempt to crash into the shore,

Enveloping the uneven rocks in your grip.

So for now…

Though the force never ceases to rush past my ankles,

An invisible pull.

An impossible attraction.

I must resist.

Your focus is beyond my longing heart.

And if I don’t walk away,

If I don’t suppress the hope and keep far from the water,

I risk being overtaken,

By the tides.

Riddle - What am I?

I am precious as gold

And admired by all,

I am a solace and sanctuary

For a troubled soul.

I am looked down on by some

But admired by most,

Do I ever truly exist?

I seem but a hoax.

As a single flake of snow

Glides slowly down,

I am often what is witnessed

As it alone touches ground.

I scream through your mind

And through empty places,

I roar through those small

And secluded spaces.

In my absence is when

You crave me to be,

I exist only when

All else begins to cease.

Wind

I don’t know where to go

My heart tells me I should keep quiet.

The breeze swept me into the air,

It stole me into the sky and set my heart on fire.

Pushing through the trees,

Settling amongst the clouds.

I don’t know where I am anymore.

A gust hit my face,

Filling my lungs.

I closed my eyes willing its stay…

But, only stillness.

As I return to reality

I listened to the roaring of the silence,

Holding onto the breath inside my chest.

I search

Wondering,

Wishing,

Waiting…

Then a light breeze touched at my skin,

Teasing me,

Taunting me.

I strived to hold on to what little I had left,

The breath inside me longing,

Pulling at my throat,

To escape,

To merge with what was now gone again…

But I do nothing, say nothing.

I stand, anchored to what I know,

Too afraid to jump,

Afraid that I can’t fly…

But what is left…

I could run,

But I can’t.

I could scream,

But somehow I know all I will get back is a whispering echo.

The echo of my own heart as it longs to be carried,

Carried by the wind.