Seeing through the eyes of others

poetry and writings based on the truth of life. Everyone sees through their own lenses. Trade glasses with someone else and view your world…and theirs. I write personal, I write upon request and not limited to one area, genre, or style

accepting

  • Provided for

    Grace is God’s all sufficient provision  secured at the cross and written in Blood and alive in His Word, the living Word, Jesus Christ This contract bears out that as true Christian’s we none ever have to face a crisis wondering if God has made a way. Human nature definitely makes us ask, worry or… Read more

  • Gifts aren’t earned

    One of the biggest errors in Christianity, and many denominations, is that we somehow earn our way into heaven. Jesus taught the exact opposite! If salvation could be earned, then none of us would ever make it. We’ve all sinned. We’ve all fallen short of God’s perfect standard. That’s why Jesus came, He lived the… Read more

  • You pulled the pin!

    “God is still working on me” is not a free pass to keep doing what you already know is wrong.There should be a clear break from old ways,towards a direction that is unmistakable.If nothing is changing, if there is no resistance against sin, no conviction, no desire to turn, then something is off, no matter… Read more

  • Doing what you want to

    As children of God, we are called to live with an expectancy that Jesus could return at any moment. That hope should not produce fear, but sobriety, humility, and a heart that stays ready before God. Every day should be a day of repentance, because Scripture calls us to repent and turn to God so… Read more

  • people, really?!

    I do not reject most people too quickly. I feel it fully. I let the empathy hit first. Then I sit with it until it stops being noise and starts being information. What I feel is not what I decide. Affective empathy is data, not a conclusion. I question it. I test it. I track… Read more

  • build it

    Grief has a way of making a room out of the body, and asking us to live there, We learn the shape of silence the weight of a phone not ringing the chair that stays occupied by absenceStill, we keep going, not because we are strong but because the morning arrives and asks for our… Read more

  • Truth, not embarrassing,

    Being dependable quietly became my identity, and somewhere along the way I trained myself to swallow my own needs so I wouldn’t disappoint anyone. Not my parents or Grandparents, but people: MaybeChurch folk who never found good in any or always had to gossip, complain and whine like nursing babies on dumb-titsOrFolks in the community,… Read more

  • The prairie or The heart

    The wind does not argue here; it instructs!It moves across the plains like a careful lecturer, measuring its sentences in grass and dust. Red earth keeps its counsel beneath our feet, iron rich and quietly persuasive, a text older than any syllabus We learn by looking outward first, fence lines, weather, the patient geometry of… Read more