Jesus

Truth Divides

You like to think that you have yours and I have mine.
What’s right for you is not for me.
There’s no absolute, only shade from a different tree.

Sometimes we bend, others omit, You say there’s degrees;
but the reality is, you just refuse to see.

No ebb no flow, no shifting light.  The final pronouncement
ends the night. 

Your guilt shouted down, hidden by volume, pride defends the lies you swallow.

Your hate misdirected, aimed at the sky; unjustified rage, mental incarceration.

You’re being tortured by your own head.

 It’s all just a lie. One that you believe.

The Truth is a gift – you just have to receive.

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I Cannot Be the Only One

 I cannot be the only one, can I?
I cannot possibly be the only person that is tired, mentally fatigued to the point where I simply do not care if I even get out of bed?

I cannot be the only one, can I?

Am I the single person on Earth that feels like his problems are not understood much less met with any kind of sympathy?

I am surrounded by people and yet I feel alone. I am alone. I am utterly alone. The solitude like a noose slowly tightened, drawing tighter, breathing shallow. My eyes refuse to focus, my limbs become rebellious; fighting to even stand.

I cannot be the only one, can I?

My closets friend has become my worst enemy and I am devastated at the prospect of the finality that looms. The hardest part is that I do not even seem to care. I am almost relieved at the thought that I may be done with that chapter.  The hardest chapter I’ve ever written both in it’s production and destruction.

I cannot be the only one, can I?

And yet, I am not without hope. Yes, it’s dark outside, but there is light – distant perhaps – beyond the clouds. I have a sense that it will all work out though I may not ever know when. I do not have to always feel happy, right? I do not have to, do I?

I cannot be the only one, am I?

Why Do I write? No, Really, WHY?*

I wonder sometimes why exactly it is that I write. Why do I spend countless hours in front of the computer stringing words together?

Why do I sit up for hours after my family has gone to bed or rise hours before they wake to get thoughts and ideas down on paper – or more recently – into some digital format?

I Won’t Forgive – A Poem

The following IS NOT me or my thoughts. Not that I have not felt some of them perhaps all of them from time to time. We all have. Only one person in history has gone through their life and not held a grudge, not felt bitterness, not forgiven. Even on the cross, Scripture tells us that when Jesus, “…was insulted, he did not insult in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten but entrusted himself to the one who judges justly” (1 Peter 2:23). 

Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

My #dontbreakthechain calendar as it looked on 10 JUNE 214

My #dontbreakthechain calendar as it looked on 10 JUNE 214

**Editors Note**

I wrote this back in June so some of the numbers and dates are old but the sentiment is the same. I took me this long to pull the trigger on posting this because I had grown so comfortable with the My 500 crew and was hesitent – to say the least – about making any changes.

God Bless you All

MickHolt

Keep the Acorn Spinnin’

Photo from Noli Noli

Photo from Noli Noli

God has spoken to me in the past – not audibly but I could hear him in my heart. I have talked and written about that in the past.

The first time he told me that I had built a wall around my heart and I was not allowing him to enter – then he told me how to change that. I walked out of church that morning drove home and did what I was told.

The next time was a year or so later and I was struggling to find my lace in his will – or as I like to say , finding His will for my life. The thing is though, that I was not doing anything. Rather, I was spinning my wheels doing nothing waiting, as I have said for God to speak to me through a burning bush or a billboard or – and I really looked for these too – scripture references in license plates. I wish I was making that up.

You know because God always hides messages out in the open for you to see if you really want to find them, right?

This Is Not About Me Or You

It's not me it's youPROFESSIONAL HELP

I recently got – what I consider – to be some pretty solid blogging advice from a blog I just happened upon. You can check it out here or here. If you blog I think it might be worth your time.

They offered a free report or a guide or an eBook or an all expenses paid trip to Bali in exchange for my email address so, I submitted. To be honest I am not sure what I got or if I even read it but the thing that I DID read was an offer for a custom review of my blog with advice on how to make it better and increase traffic.

It’s Called Your Past for a Reason

Photo By; katielips (Creative Commons)

Photo By; katielips (Creative Commons)

I remember driving down the street to the first house we lived in when we moved here. It had been maybe 6 years since I had seen the house or really driven anywhere near it but in that moment I needed to connect with a part of my past. It had been far too long. It was a long drive but it was worth it. You could call this an attempt to get at something familiar before I embarked on what I believed would be the biggest change in my life and to that point – it was. However,  I thought it would be the door to open up the whole world to me; a passage to another dimension – well, not literally but going from nearly not graduating high school to leaving for Parris Island in less than forty eight hours – I think another dimension really captures the heart of what I was feeling.

Get Off Your Hands and Speak

"I Love You" in ASL

“I Love You” in ASL

Several years ago I took American Sign Language classes and it was one of the best experiences of my life. It led to a very dark period for me but that was my own doing and – really – fodder for another post, or not.

That group of students was as eclectic as they come – or as you find in almost any community college class; regular students, house wives, security guards, people wanting an easy grade for their foreign language credit and a host of others.

Diversity was well served.

You Don’t Have to Look So Hard for God’s Will

What is your direction?I have not been very focused on PADAG recently. It is not that my interest in helping people find their way to God’s will has waned but to be perfectly honest, I have been so attuned to my own purpose that writing for this space has taken a back seat. This blog and all of you are on my mind all the time but my attention has been on other kinds of writing.

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