Breathing...

Only in the "arid" dry times of the spiritual walk do we recognize our own dependence on our own wills.
Perhaps the reason the dryness is so dry is that we're searching for comfort from ourselves...
What if the reason the dry times are so hard is a result of our desire for comfort...
By that I mean, when our desires aren't met...it feels as if we can't breathe...
When we are relying upon our own desires...are we really trying to emphasize God's will rather than our own?
Are we so out of tune with God, that when He tries to build us up and grow us...we feel like He isn't even around...it's as if the air gets thicker and harder to swallow...
What is breath but life itself..the life of God
When we feel dry and out of tune with God...is it because we have forgotten how to breathe?
Is it too hard to swallow the Truth?

Do people suffocate from life because they can't connect with God?
Is it because God hasn't made Himself available? Or rather is it because they choose not to accept the only way to live...by breathing Him in?

I wonder if John the Baptist was like Survivorman... ;)






Which sower am I, what ground are you?
Am I nonexistent, have you been tended to?

Like an oil spill across the sea,
The blood that trickled down the cross covers me.

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Questioning the question, like it was asked out of line,
Stuck in time like it's a lesson, I guess a chance to learn mine,
Mine the gold from the teaching, watch the game, sit the pine,
Every step forward becomes two steps behind,

Why O why, can't the puzzle pieces click,
Can't the addict be okay and still get the fix?

Mix me some joy with a little bit of pain,
Pull the plug on the fun, all else the same.
Know inside you're not okay, but still rattle off the game,
Like a relationship is what you need, still deceived in vain.

Holding loose the grip that you hold on activity,
Leadership is lost, as control keeps mocking me.
Trying to melt the frost off this love that's rocking me,
While I'm pulling down the fence of my ego that's blocking me.

Why O why, can't the puzzle pieces click,
Can't the addict be okay and still get the fix?

One more relationship, one more hole,
Band-aid covered heart, bullet-wound soul,
Craving a smooth filling that will fill me full
Of the love that's killing me, sharp is better than dull.

Feel the sorrow of your neighbor, carry his load,
Hold your head towards heavens skies, the Father's abode.
Stand in victory,
Still,
Humbly raise
Your hands for the Savior, Lord, the Ancient of Days.

REJOICE...it's a command

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Undefined slope, it knows no number,
Takes no limit, it receives no slumber,
Never stops, no top, no cap, no gap,
One of a kind, and it's a calculator blunder.

Saga is my food source, when I'm in a hurry,
Hit the noon-prayer, then to lunch, then in a flurry,
Then I hit the gas, run to class, we're the jury,
Talk about the Pagans, gods in a fury

Fight for Truth. Fight for Love.

Whatever you do, don't stand still.


WHEN PEOPLE GET THE WORDS OF GOD IN THEIR HANDS....WATCH OUT!