The Almighty

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The hills. The mountains. Such beauty. Such majesty.  

 

God Almighty.

 

How can such greatness not be seen through such beauty?  I am overwhelmed with awe.  We are so fortunate to live in this free land.  A land free only due to the slavery put upon our brothers and sisters in uniform.  

 

I am blessed. 

 

I am wonder-struck.  Not home, and yet, "It reminds me of home. Old home, my first home."

 

Where will is home, though?  A physical place?  I remember the feeling of comfort that was given for Louise in Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson.

 

Home is not a physical place. A place of birth.  Its having my heart on you.  

 

No one can comprehend this love and gratefulness for your sacrifice. 

 

One cross. Death. My freedom.

 

This land of freedom.  Lord, such glory! I marvel in your power; overwhelmed by your greatness.  

 

It saddens me to see that many do not understand.  Why don't they get it?  

 

You are the greatest love of all!

 

Lover. Beloved. 

 

Your gift: eternal life and forgiveness.  My gift? What can I give? Only praise, Lord.  I delight in you.  

 

"How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!" -Psalm 119:103

 

Wish there was more to celebrate.

 

I continue...

 

Praising

Praising

Praising....

Steps of the Past, Present, Future

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With the sun seeping through the window, I glance outside to take in the beauty of St. Augustine.  Another beautiful place in this beautiful country of ours.

I think back to when it wasn't free.  To the bloodshed, tears, battles, and fear.  Not knowing what direction to take.

This is the past, present, and future.  

As I picture the past, I hear the cries of battle. Like the swatting of a fly, the Spanish and the Natives were destroyed for this land.

"And then... SMASH! "It's guts now replaced what was the fly on the wall."

Our history.

So much death and destruction.  Guns, anger, fire, disease.

But the hope to come is worth it.

The clouds drift by on the horizon, promising the coming of the Lord.  They remind me of heaven.

The blue blanket that falls across this land hides the sorrow and terror of the past.

The future brings hope.  Hope brings me joy. Comfort. Peace. 

In history, our angels have always been there. They have provided us with hope.  The hope of the future.  The hope of freedom.

As I climb these steps, I don't loose hope.

These steps represent the journey of our land of the free. Always moving up.  What happens when we reach the top?  Do we have to go back down?

Hoping
Hoping
Hoping...

The Open Road

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"The sun peered over the live oaks and pines as we drove down the winding country road..."

Glancing out the windows, I look into the green that flies by.  It encircles me.  Wraps me in its old, creaking arms.  I allow my mind to go; to wander.  

I reflect on the setting of Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad.  Comfort washes over me.  This land. Freedom of man.

Home of the free and land of the brave.

Like the footsteps that grace the beach, the open road offers a sense of wonder and wander.  These roads offer so many possibilities.  Some may lead to death, destruction, helplessness.  But, I am overcome with confidence, knowing that my road is protected.

God's angels live around the world.  They serve for our freedom.  

My road leads from beaches, to the open road.  Flying past trees and mountains.  Unlike Heart of Darkness, I know these are friendly forests.  My angels keep them that way.

The Few. The Proud.

I am thankful for these blessings, but as I wiz past cars, are they?  Do they not realize the great blessings?  The freedom they have been given?  The beauty of this country?   

"God called the dry ground "land," and the gathered waters he called "seas."  And God saw that it was good." -Genesis 1:10

The beauty of God rises in front of me.  Covered in green Q-tips, the powerful essence demonstrates God's power.  Yet, I fear they do not know. 

They continue....

Driving
Driving
Driving...
 

Restlessness in Peace

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Looking down the pier is like looking through a pitch-black tunnel.  The possibilities of what lies at the end are enumerable.  And yet, we take for granted there will always be beauty, there will be more.  It is not the end.

What happens if it were the end? 

"The sand is filled with soggy footsteps.  I follow them for a minute wondering who was there.  Why do they come here?  What do they see when they look out in the ocean?"

Do they not see the truth that lies beyond?  These footsteps lead a lost path of wandering.  So many lives are lost.  They wander like these footsteps.

My footsteps are deliberate as I make my way toward the streaks of color flung across the sky.  The color reminds me of light and darkness.  Those that wander are in darkness, and the truth is light. 

"For you were once in darkness, but now you are light in the Lord.  Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness, and truth)." - Ephesians 5:8-9

What happened to "In God We Trust?"  Is it because the light sets in the west? 

Why so many questions when I find serenity?  I yearn for a change.  For understanding.  To spread the truth.

Who do these footsteps belong to?  Were the generations before searching?

This pier is a road.  We are the travalers.  The sand....? Where do we fit in?  We want to reach the Son.

We have no answers.  We continue.

Wandering
Wandering
Wandering....

Losing Paradise

As I stare out the window, amazement sweeps over me.  Such a small room, and yet such a large place.  People march around like little ants; busy bodies, always moving, leading a life of their own. 

Confined behind these walls, I search, seeking for understanding, clarification.  What do they think?  What are their passions and ambitions?  How can they not understand the sense of more? 

The streaks of finger paint across the sky.  Such beauty, such glory, such honor. 

How can we remain so lost, when we are in the palm of His hand?

The smears on the window pane represent the smears on society's ideals.  Such dirt, such muck. 

"While people are saying, "Peace and safety," destruction will come on them suddenly, as labor pains on a pregnant woman and they will not escape." -1 Thessalonians 5:3

War, hatred, disgust, racism.  The fight continues.

Where is the peace?

The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.

We strive for perfection in this place, even though we see it everyday.  Look out your window.  Yellows, reds, oranges.  The masterpiece of the Great Master. 

So much knowledge in this land.  So much opportunity.  And yet we search. 

We want more.  And yet the picture outside my window is complete perfection. 

Searching
Searching
Searching