1 Writers Heart


May 2015

Honesty hurts once, but a lie hurts for life.  I choose honesty. 

Painfully Honest

A Good Squeeeeeeeze

A Good SqueezeOne morning I noticed one of my tubes of makeup was running low. Rather than toss it, I gave it a good squeeze and got more makeup out. I was able to keep this up for about 2 weeks. Had I tossed it out when I noticed it was running low, I would’ve lost all the extra product stored inside; what a waste that would’ve been. Life is similar to that tube of makeup, sometimes we need a good squeeze, a tough moment, to bring out certain qualities which are stored inside of us.

We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. (‭Romans‬ ‭5‬:‭3‬ NLT)

The Great Flood

It all started with a drop

Seemingly irrelevant, lack of significance, no meaning or importance

It was just a drop
But one drop became two and two became three

Until there was a light drizzle, but I didn’t worry

Because they were still drops
Then drops became drips and drips lead to downpour

Too aware of the rain, I didn’t notice the gathering on the floor

Drip, drop
Gathering drops formed splash puddles as many puddles became one

They joined together creating currents and now the flood had begun

But it all started with a drop
Endless rain, rising water levels, swept away by the current

I held my breath, held on for dear life, held on to my last bit of courage

Carried away by a gathering of drops
Bumped and banged into foreign objects, swept by the water like a daily chore

I cried and implored, but could not compete with the water’s raging roar

I couldn’t fight anymore, and decided to explore, beneath the surface closer to the floor

I’d given in to the drops
Each drop was a metaphorical painful memory

That left me in misery and agony, and drowned me until I couldn’t breathe

And my biggest sin,

was not what I’d done, but that I had given in
The thing about drowning is that everything slows down

And the new perspective made me realize I didn’t want to drown

My place was not on the ground
I looked to the skies

from where my help cometh from

Decided against my demise

And fought back the drops one by one
It still rains on occasion

Due to frustration,

But I quickly dry it up like a mop

No more great floods, like the one in my past

The one that started with a drop

Someone to Listen

Someone to ListenHave you ever been in desperate need of a venting session and called your closest friends but no one was available? I have, and times like those have served as a reminder that I will always find a listening ear in Christ. In my most despairing and exasperating moments I’ve literally cried out to God and although at the time I may doubt He’s listening, He always find a way to prove that He is.

….Then Jesus looked up to heaven and said, “Father, thank you for hearing me….” (‭John‬ ‭11‬:‭41‬ NLT)

If I can’t see the beauty around me, then I may as well be blind. Blind Beauty

The Cost of Freedom

The Cost of FreedomSometimes, we enjoy the benefits of someone else’s sacrifice without thinking twice about the price that it cost the other individual. National holidays are a great example of this. While most are on the beach or at BBQs, families visit the graves of loved ones who gave their lives for our freedom. The same can be said for Jesus’ sacrifice. As we enjoy our freedom (be it physical or spiritual), let us take a moment to reflect on how it was obtained in the first place.

There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. (‭John‬ ‭15‬:‭13‬ NLT)

Life's a trip

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