Forty Plus Miles

            I went fishing, I don't know for what, casting my line for whatever may bite. I reared back, thrust the line of perseverance into the unknown before me, sending hope into the wild world of possibility. Diving deep below the surface of just enough where faith sank into the evidence of an unshakable belief that refused to even doubt.             I went fishing, I don't know for what, pulling out my catch of these unique fish of golden orange that dwelt in these strange waters of yellow, black and brown; this pond of stagnant meat, vegetables, and cheese waters trying to keep my catch from me, the chewy cheddar cheese goldfish that need to be fished out of a meal made.             I charted these unknown waters of a culinary expedition and ended up fishing, making the bold choice to try something new and correcting it as soon as possible when the high seas of flavors were unaccep...

         I can't imagine it, for whatever reason, so I'll write it. It's gone, this ghost of ideas, so I'm writing that too, just as it looks. I refuse to pretend, act as something profound or beautiful has come up when it hasn't. Still, I hear a narrator's voice speaking to the creativity in me; so I write it down as I walk, excited because I know something big is coming as I enter the unknown. Ideas are coming! Jesus is speaking! I am here listening, as He gives insight and understanding, ready to create as He leads! Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

       It's useful and it's not, the middle between beginning and finishing. It's helpful and it's not, that mess on the way through the two places, one moment we don't usually stay in.... until today anyway, this way I stay in for a short while. It makes a way through the unfashioned and unformed, creates something we don't see, only the mess before amazing happens. The canvas with strange painting minus key colors. The song with only a chorus. The meat with fat drained off in the cooking, combined with a sauce described as sloppy, added to another strange yet delicious meal way; here I'm looking at the process in the middle between.           It's useful to make great and good, shape what doesn't look useful for a time, and create something beyond just a finished creation (whatever that is). It's not as it brings out the impatience in us, drains out what isn't good, and makes a finished created good in more ways than one; something we ...

        Through fractured thoughts I move, one step then two, passing through the chaos. Through random thoughts that don't connect I continue, looking longer, slower, to focus.          Through hustle I gather them, the pieces of my broken peace, place them at Jesus' feet, trusting He'll help me navigate a fast-paced world that demands so much. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

         Try, try again, remember to pray as you do, as you build. Rise, rise again, failure is PART of the process, NOT the end. Hope, hope again, learning as you build. Build, build again, persevering, whatever your pace is. This is how you build; remember this as you build. Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has made a good impact on your life in someway (EVEN if it was something you may have enjoyed reading for a particular reason), please feel free to share this blog with someone else who could be blessed also. Thank you for your support! 

          One bar at a time, slowly, hopefully; making way through another day. One step taken, between the new and old school. One progress bar across the top of a screen, gaining a commanding lead across the remote physical terrain of a rural countryside. Stepping back as an ink pen is lifted and lowered, speaking the words of a tired soul; creating in the waiting through poor reception that's frustrating.                I'm climbing mountains again, to find a better way again, creating a better way in a better pace. I'm scaling these mountains of old and new school, of the physical and the internal, hoping in action, enough to try. I'm reaching up, one step at a time, stepping back across this difficult terrain, grateful for lessons Jesus taught me in the valleys of life, where I'm listening to Him with each climb; a little at a time. Thank You Jesus for reminding me! Sidenote: If any of the writing on this blog has mad...