Forty Plus Miles

          Light breaks through the fog of life, reminding us good is not held back and cannot be enslaved.            Hope shines, even in this shroud of unknown and unexpected, and it can no longer hide such beautifully bright grace of restoration already present; it refuses to.            Lamentations turn to joyful songs in a new day's appearing appearing, dark night must flee in the new arrival of a righteous morning taking it's rightful place.          Here, at the beginning of everything called new a shift has stirred all of life, stirred this weary and worn soul of mine.          Hope, hope you tired and worn ones! Light has come! Restoration is here, the opportunity of new beginnings in a new day! Hope, hope you broken and beat up! Good has come, breaking through the night's hold! Whatever may be, even if only the opportunity to see good possible...

           Piles, setbacks disguised as piles before me and I had to overcome, it needed to be achieved: dishes to be washed and put away. Such an ordinary thing, in such an ordinary task, and yet this was the very thing used to give what was needed.              There was no obvious reason (to tired and worn souls such as mine) to believe in a possible good here, yet God began speaking as a growing faith prompted hope that began empowering me, “ Go. You can do it.” . “Go.”, so I did, entering the base of this mountainous task before me, one that would have appeared as dishes to all around, but wasn’t to me. “You can do it.”, lingered the words in my mind, a new Divine hope ever reminding me of a possible good in the midst of this intense climb, an ascension where God was making a way for me with each infusion of hope in each progression taken through this journey.              Hope remai...

        It always seems to be the beginning of a thing that gets us. Sometimes we're excited, others we aren't; excited for the miles ahead of us most know as a day. We gather our resources, our plans, our motivations up and we set off.          The road can be a wild array of possibilities when traveling it and this is often where we find ourselves tested. In the roads we travel called days they can be smooth. Everything goes well, there is a near flawless commute and there is even joy. Other times the miles taken are bumpy. There may be potholes. We may even encounter flat tires or some sort of engine trouble. These are the challenges we all know in our difficult days, our tough miles travelled in living; ones where we sometimes even get lost along the way and need new directions for daily life and the living of it.            Miles of living are a funny thing sometimes; one minute all is well, and the next you...

       "What do you do when it all falls apart, when you fall apart?", questions that hit me hard. The weight of the day and of life nearly crushed me; still, the questions remained in my heart and mind. "Will I stay in these ruins of me? How would I even rise from this?", I questioned; then it all began to change.           I'd worship. I'd remember the love of Jesus. I'd consider the good that once held me, sustained me, encouraged and empowered me. I'd place a trust through faith in Jesus that this too will pass, that this isn't the end and only the beginning. I'd acknowledge the pain there, yet refuse to let it overtake me this time; I'd worship. I'd even sing a song, rededicating my trust and faith in Jesus. Wading through the deep waters of doubt to a growing faith I'd sing of the love of Jesus with David Crowder. I'd hope again.            The waiting for needs to be met, deliverance to happen isn't o...

           "Where do I start?", I'd wonder. It always seems to be the point where I get overwhelmed easily. It's the "mountains" before me of everything all at once, and this is where I almost stop before I begin. I will see too much, focus on far too much, and feel the weight of it all nearly crush me. This is where a new way had to be made. I'd pray for wisdom and begin seeing various stories and approaches of others. I'd read different Bible verses and find new approaches to facing life differently.               I'd pray for wisdom and listen as Jesus taught me new ways to better handle busy and hurried. Sometimes I fail, and others I rise in victory. When I rush and don't take time to focus on one aspect at a time (even if I only have seconds) I will crumble. This readjusting became a new way. "Remember the bigger picture, but don't focus on it all. You can't do it by yourself....and that's okay....you weren't meant ...

         It took a while (roughly 4 years or so), but I think this is working: a new blog to create with and make a good impact on the world around me. These are new steps. Here we go. 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!