Change can be likened to the the tides of weather.
Sunny days, stormy nights earth quakes and the list goes on.
Never the less the impact of change can be soft and subtle or total up heval from all you know. Unrecognizable effect and affect all around you.
Good or Bad
Response is the key.
Stay to long amongst change and it will own you.
Causing overwhelming stimulation that can crack you.
Change means one thing. A Reset. Chance to begin again or adaptation of approach.
Forward being the motivating factor to press on.
Spend to much time on the moutain top and you will surely perish, to much time in the valley below and you can become lost.
Change, Constant Hope Always Navigating Goals Eternally.
The velocity varies greatly, but the course of change is constant. Your ability to respond must be equivalent and vigilent.
Change, its about time...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Who travels you the most?
In a moment natural disaster can steal everything you call yours.
The feeling of loss is based on your valuation of things.
In the moment as the storm passes. You assess the damages.
Realizing, if you lived through the storm and those you love are safe you are blessed beyond measure.
Healing follows and the idea of rebuilding unfolds.
These are called defining moments....
Some will recreate who they used to be.
Some will create a new beginning.
Its those disasters that are not natural that render the most damage.
They are inner storms.
Causes vary but granted these can be more damaging than a category 6 hurricane to a helpless coastal town in the path of its rage. Penetrating with thrust that tears into ones soul. What ever is inside spills out like a raging flood. So here the real you will be seen.
These are called defining moments...
Some will rebuild who they used to be.
Some will dissapear with the flood of emotion.
Some will become who they wanted to be.
Change comes to our lives in many forms,
but never the less it comes...
the only thing that is forever is change.
Allow it to wrap its arms around you expresses your willingness to be your best every moment...to live like the breath that is leaving your lungs may not return...that the beat of your heart could be silenced...that the sound of the voices you love could disappear.
I am thankful for the loves I have made and the minuets that I spent within them.
I Cherish them.
Within in these treasures lye's the truths of who you are. To know you, one must walk with in them...without an agenda or judgement.
The one who is found most among them is the one who is looking for you.
Spend your caring in celebration of the one who travels you the most.
This traveler of you holds completion in the palm of thier hand.
the granter of forever has led them to you.
conformation just as planned.
The feeling of loss is based on your valuation of things.
In the moment as the storm passes. You assess the damages.
Realizing, if you lived through the storm and those you love are safe you are blessed beyond measure.
Healing follows and the idea of rebuilding unfolds.
These are called defining moments....
Some will recreate who they used to be.
Some will create a new beginning.
Its those disasters that are not natural that render the most damage.
They are inner storms.
Causes vary but granted these can be more damaging than a category 6 hurricane to a helpless coastal town in the path of its rage. Penetrating with thrust that tears into ones soul. What ever is inside spills out like a raging flood. So here the real you will be seen.
These are called defining moments...
Some will rebuild who they used to be.
Some will dissapear with the flood of emotion.
Some will become who they wanted to be.
Change comes to our lives in many forms,
but never the less it comes...
the only thing that is forever is change.
Allow it to wrap its arms around you expresses your willingness to be your best every moment...to live like the breath that is leaving your lungs may not return...that the beat of your heart could be silenced...that the sound of the voices you love could disappear.
I am thankful for the loves I have made and the minuets that I spent within them.
I Cherish them.
Within in these treasures lye's the truths of who you are. To know you, one must walk with in them...without an agenda or judgement.
The one who is found most among them is the one who is looking for you.
Spend your caring in celebration of the one who travels you the most.
This traveler of you holds completion in the palm of thier hand.
the granter of forever has led them to you.
conformation just as planned.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Rinse or Wash
We "Christians" justify everything these days. Taking sinful natures and rinsing them in sloppy Grace. Stretching out the idea of forgiveness like it was sugar sweet taffy.
As Christ was hanging there thinking of us he knew our hearts. He knew that though pain was thrusting convulsions through his flesh we would still sin. He knew we would still deny his being. That doubt and fearlessness would line every prayer we send. Why do we have such an arrogance in serving our God. We continue or calendar as tho we deserve the best while so many suffer, and say well the Lord is in control, and he will help them. Its proven until we ourselves suffer we wont reach out with the provision of Gods mercy. So it comes down to Rinsing your sin in Grace or washing them away in the blood of the lamb. The question is for you and God. He knows the answer the question is do we?
We pray for him to come, yet we should be praying and seeking for him to show us his will and his way...
When Billy Joel can say "I would rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints" and have it actually seem truthful, we "Christians" have missed it. Great men and women of the bible are not looked on like weak meek foolishness. So when will it be real enough for us to surrender all how deep into the end times will we wait? Maybe right after the rapture it won't be such a fairytale!
As Christ was hanging there thinking of us he knew our hearts. He knew that though pain was thrusting convulsions through his flesh we would still sin. He knew we would still deny his being. That doubt and fearlessness would line every prayer we send. Why do we have such an arrogance in serving our God. We continue or calendar as tho we deserve the best while so many suffer, and say well the Lord is in control, and he will help them. Its proven until we ourselves suffer we wont reach out with the provision of Gods mercy. So it comes down to Rinsing your sin in Grace or washing them away in the blood of the lamb. The question is for you and God. He knows the answer the question is do we?
We pray for him to come, yet we should be praying and seeking for him to show us his will and his way...
When Billy Joel can say "I would rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints" and have it actually seem truthful, we "Christians" have missed it. Great men and women of the bible are not looked on like weak meek foolishness. So when will it be real enough for us to surrender all how deep into the end times will we wait? Maybe right after the rapture it won't be such a fairytale!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Fly a Kite
Imagine the excitement of having the Kite of Kites on a day perfect to fly.
Along color full tail that will paint the sky.
The elation and excitement so hard to contain.
Not an obstruction to be found in any direction to interrupt your anticipated flight.
The Kite colorful and ready.
The wind takes it from your hands as you extend your longest reach.
You let the string feed through your fingers as it sets sail.
You watch it gain altitude and as it waves back against the wind.
It accents a napping sound of the whipping wind.
Smiles and joy fill you full.
Unspoken expectations satisfied in a moment with out hindrance.
You squint against the sun fighting to not loose your sight of glorious flight.
Then at once it directly races to ground as it comes crashing down.
You rush over and inspect it for damages and releaved you decide its fine and ready to sail.
you dust it away the marks from its fall.
Confident it will fly again you launch with your longest reach.
Pushing itself against the wind it rush into its climb with confirmation all is well.
The promise of flight breezes bye as you are interrupted by a passer by.
The stranger looks you in the eye with a calculated star.
Coldly with intent the string is cut.
Glory is bent.
In shock all you can do is stare as your kite moves away from you.
No control.
Helplessly it travels out of sight in a course of desperate flight.
You watch the wind claim your hopes and aspirations of the perfect flight.
The stranger now distant.
Left holding the string you scream to no avail.
no sound comes from your attempt to scream.
the evidence is real, the damage is done.
The kite no longer has the ability to sail.
do you mend or replace it with something new?
this is the moment that will certainly define you.
Along color full tail that will paint the sky.
The elation and excitement so hard to contain.
Not an obstruction to be found in any direction to interrupt your anticipated flight.
The Kite colorful and ready.
The wind takes it from your hands as you extend your longest reach.
You let the string feed through your fingers as it sets sail.
You watch it gain altitude and as it waves back against the wind.
It accents a napping sound of the whipping wind.
Smiles and joy fill you full.
Unspoken expectations satisfied in a moment with out hindrance.
You squint against the sun fighting to not loose your sight of glorious flight.
Then at once it directly races to ground as it comes crashing down.
You rush over and inspect it for damages and releaved you decide its fine and ready to sail.
you dust it away the marks from its fall.
Confident it will fly again you launch with your longest reach.
Pushing itself against the wind it rush into its climb with confirmation all is well.
The promise of flight breezes bye as you are interrupted by a passer by.
The stranger looks you in the eye with a calculated star.
Coldly with intent the string is cut.
Glory is bent.
In shock all you can do is stare as your kite moves away from you.
No control.
Helplessly it travels out of sight in a course of desperate flight.
You watch the wind claim your hopes and aspirations of the perfect flight.
The stranger now distant.
Left holding the string you scream to no avail.
no sound comes from your attempt to scream.
the evidence is real, the damage is done.
The kite no longer has the ability to sail.
do you mend or replace it with something new?
this is the moment that will certainly define you.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Under The Moon
Watching the Sun surrender softly to the sea.
Night enters in softly, the moon that I see simply moves into the place, right where you decided it should be. Gently it comes out from behind its hiding place. Lighting the night, shining on my face. Helping me to realize I have been here before. Like the day I am ready to surrender and seek your face.
(Chorus)
Here I am underneath your Moon looking for you.
I have brought My hopes, my dreams, my cares, I give them all to you.
Tired from my day I can only say... Help me find the plan made for me by your hand.
Leads me to the path of eternity.
Like the Moon I want to travel straight and never wrong.
Never wandering away from the path that you created just for me.
My soul sings out, I wonder can you hear its message? Your Spirit whispers telling me, you never leave me, and you have never forsaken me.
So why do I keep letting go of your plan?
When all I really need to do is hold on to your nail scared hand.
The whisper of the moon so beautiful tonight ...whisping its stary light message in to my ear.
I kneel here looking for whats right.
Like the moon your brightening my night by teaching me to follow your ways.
Convince me I can soar.
Never leaving or deciding to change my course.
Always straight and never wrong.
The moon moves by the design of your mighty hand.
I see it now, its writing across the sky.
So I can see the reasons why, what example you have gifted to me.
(chorus)
here
Pressing across the dark skies, I haunted by all the reasons why.
If the Moon had a will like mine, it could decide to find another way.
So many things I can see out in the dark blue sky, but the Moon stays the course you made for it.
Its my will that I bring, how do I give it back to you.
This thing down deep inside of me. Oh the things it has caused me to do, hurt your heart I know.
How many times can I say please forgive me? and Heal me?
My heart, My soul are needing this place you designed for me.
As the moon shines on my face. I need to feel your holy grace, lead me straight to this place ...you have for me.
Where everything is as it ought to be.
As though I can do no wrong.
The way that meets your eternal plan, all you ask is I hold as i reach for your hand.
The way to forever was meant to be for me.
(Chorus)
here
The Moon softly relinquishes the hint of a morning sky.
The Moon it needs no reason why. It surrenders its post to the one who knows the most continuing on to its hiding place.
As moring calls out with beams of praise.
I turn to look for your face as you shines down on me.
This path you have for me never ends like the sun and the moon it offers eternal hamony.
(Chorus)
Elation comes!
I see it, I know it, I feel it, I want to always be here this place under neath your sky.
I never want to leave. Reaching out to you now I can see your face...
Recognizing your The God who has made this place for me.
The bright and shining sun shines on me. It the start of a new day.
Your the author and finisher its true.
So please hear me today Lord let it come true, just like the Sun and the Moon.
All I want is you to move me to my place, send me across the sky, help me to never question why, wrap me in your arms of Grace. Never let me forget the example of your moon at night. as it slowly finds its way to its offering of Sunny days. Show me the way oh Lord so I can finally know that this truely is my place.
Night enters in softly, the moon that I see simply moves into the place, right where you decided it should be. Gently it comes out from behind its hiding place. Lighting the night, shining on my face. Helping me to realize I have been here before. Like the day I am ready to surrender and seek your face.
(Chorus)
Here I am underneath your Moon looking for you.
I have brought My hopes, my dreams, my cares, I give them all to you.
Tired from my day I can only say... Help me find the plan made for me by your hand.
Leads me to the path of eternity.
Like the Moon I want to travel straight and never wrong.
Never wandering away from the path that you created just for me.
My soul sings out, I wonder can you hear its message? Your Spirit whispers telling me, you never leave me, and you have never forsaken me.
So why do I keep letting go of your plan?
When all I really need to do is hold on to your nail scared hand.
The whisper of the moon so beautiful tonight ...whisping its stary light message in to my ear.
I kneel here looking for whats right.
Like the moon your brightening my night by teaching me to follow your ways.
Convince me I can soar.
Never leaving or deciding to change my course.
Always straight and never wrong.
The moon moves by the design of your mighty hand.
I see it now, its writing across the sky.
So I can see the reasons why, what example you have gifted to me.
(chorus)
here
Pressing across the dark skies, I haunted by all the reasons why.
If the Moon had a will like mine, it could decide to find another way.
So many things I can see out in the dark blue sky, but the Moon stays the course you made for it.
Its my will that I bring, how do I give it back to you.
This thing down deep inside of me. Oh the things it has caused me to do, hurt your heart I know.
How many times can I say please forgive me? and Heal me?
My heart, My soul are needing this place you designed for me.
As the moon shines on my face. I need to feel your holy grace, lead me straight to this place ...you have for me.
Where everything is as it ought to be.
As though I can do no wrong.
The way that meets your eternal plan, all you ask is I hold as i reach for your hand.
The way to forever was meant to be for me.
(Chorus)
here
The Moon softly relinquishes the hint of a morning sky.
The Moon it needs no reason why. It surrenders its post to the one who knows the most continuing on to its hiding place.
As moring calls out with beams of praise.
I turn to look for your face as you shines down on me.
This path you have for me never ends like the sun and the moon it offers eternal hamony.
(Chorus)
Elation comes!
I see it, I know it, I feel it, I want to always be here this place under neath your sky.
I never want to leave. Reaching out to you now I can see your face...
Recognizing your The God who has made this place for me.
The bright and shining sun shines on me. It the start of a new day.
Your the author and finisher its true.
So please hear me today Lord let it come true, just like the Sun and the Moon.
All I want is you to move me to my place, send me across the sky, help me to never question why, wrap me in your arms of Grace. Never let me forget the example of your moon at night. as it slowly finds its way to its offering of Sunny days. Show me the way oh Lord so I can finally know that this truely is my place.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Mirage or Marriage
It isn't amazing, that this idea of forever over whelms our emotions and errupts into an idea that "forever" is attainable. We bring our best natures, our best in everyway is offered to another individual. Our expectation, to captured their attention and keep it forever.
The failure rate of Marriage today is devestatingly disporportionate...so you ask yourself is this a Mirage or a Marriage. Some get the idea and it flows like a river. Others try so hard to pretend that they trade in their own Identity. The idea of marriage comes from God. He created us to become husband and wife. The idea of forever falls on us..."Free will" ...can we handle it? This idea of one person forever. Able to handle the pattern of marriage...or is it a marage. I believe we can...I have seen it. I envy the people who go through it all and maintain togetherness. Forever is not a fairytail.
http://composingdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/mirage-of-marriage.html
The failure rate of Marriage today is devestatingly disporportionate...so you ask yourself is this a Mirage or a Marriage. Some get the idea and it flows like a river. Others try so hard to pretend that they trade in their own Identity. The idea of marriage comes from God. He created us to become husband and wife. The idea of forever falls on us..."Free will" ...can we handle it? This idea of one person forever. Able to handle the pattern of marriage...or is it a marage. I believe we can...I have seen it. I envy the people who go through it all and maintain togetherness. Forever is not a fairytail.
http://composingdreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/mirage-of-marriage.html
Friday, May 14, 2010
A GOOD Pruning
I have a Japanese maple tree that I have been working on for 3 years.
Each year I selectively Pruned it. The first year it looked awful. Lop sided and awkward was its appearance as I pulled one of the sucker branches off. Yet I decided to do what I know is right. I trimmed branches that went in direction that would stress the tree as it matured. Some said your gonna kill it and others said it looks awful. Uneffected by the opinions o others I went with what I know was right based my experiences and observations.
Through the warm months it would often shoot out little branches in the area where I trimmed the sucker branches off. I would again trim them off. You see it had no idea what not to do it just knew to grow. The willing hand that would care for the tree to grow to its full potential would help it grow in such a way that its true beauty would be found in the reflection on every face lucky enough to look ts way.
I looked out the window this Summer morning four years later and it is straight and full... A small scar slowly healing and seemingly insignificant to its viewers reminds me, -the willing hand/Gardner- The trees bark has almost reclaimed the scars from pruning.
What a lesson this tree has been for me also. I guess the willingness to care is reciprocity. Th example finds me in a very similar reflection some days.
The key here is this monitoring and perfecting is only reached by the trimming and daily care that has made this tree reach its fullest beauty. Hmmm a good pruning indeed.
Each year I selectively Pruned it. The first year it looked awful. Lop sided and awkward was its appearance as I pulled one of the sucker branches off. Yet I decided to do what I know is right. I trimmed branches that went in direction that would stress the tree as it matured. Some said your gonna kill it and others said it looks awful. Uneffected by the opinions o others I went with what I know was right based my experiences and observations.
Through the warm months it would often shoot out little branches in the area where I trimmed the sucker branches off. I would again trim them off. You see it had no idea what not to do it just knew to grow. The willing hand that would care for the tree to grow to its full potential would help it grow in such a way that its true beauty would be found in the reflection on every face lucky enough to look ts way.
I looked out the window this Summer morning four years later and it is straight and full... A small scar slowly healing and seemingly insignificant to its viewers reminds me, -the willing hand/Gardner- The trees bark has almost reclaimed the scars from pruning.
What a lesson this tree has been for me also. I guess the willingness to care is reciprocity. Th example finds me in a very similar reflection some days.
The key here is this monitoring and perfecting is only reached by the trimming and daily care that has made this tree reach its fullest beauty. Hmmm a good pruning indeed.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Beyond Measure
Just hope and prayer... The idea of being able, mixed with dreams and know how. Some natural gifts and motivation of the heart. A shield of faith to ward off all the doubt and negative energy. Just some of what it would take to generate enough umph to create a new beginning. Success and invest hope. Desire a lasting flow of integrity. Good work ethic - a search for wisdom and a willingness to be humble. Failure not an option. the beginning of Beyond Beyond.
No money to invest, no reason to believe. Faith is said to be the evidence of things hoped for and not yet seen. Some would say Jim you are way to green. It was as though my Dad was looking in my face and saying you can do this. Really son I know you can. So my journey my mission began. 2 weeks in it seemed like a 90 degree climb, I had no steam. I just lost my true love, my heart was weak. I realized there was more to my heart the emotional endearment, the very essence of built this great country bubbled up inside me. Doubt was all around me flying in a top speed Distraction was over flowing, spewing from under neath me...
In month two miraculously I had every component I needed to do the job. The impossible became possible the, doubt turned. You could here the snap of the necks as heads turned in disbelief. Though I have not arrived I know one thing that he who has began a good work in me will finish it. So here is where I will stand. In my Faith that birthed this Idea of Beyond Measure a company that will put you into position.
Beyond Measure will be a source for land survey, training and obtaining everything you need from services and provision to spawning new vision. A friend to the worker, and to the client alike. A passion to serve yet a desire to succeed. I believe it prosperity will be Beyond Measure.
No money to invest, no reason to believe. Faith is said to be the evidence of things hoped for and not yet seen. Some would say Jim you are way to green. It was as though my Dad was looking in my face and saying you can do this. Really son I know you can. So my journey my mission began. 2 weeks in it seemed like a 90 degree climb, I had no steam. I just lost my true love, my heart was weak. I realized there was more to my heart the emotional endearment, the very essence of built this great country bubbled up inside me. Doubt was all around me flying in a top speed Distraction was over flowing, spewing from under neath me...
In month two miraculously I had every component I needed to do the job. The impossible became possible the, doubt turned. You could here the snap of the necks as heads turned in disbelief. Though I have not arrived I know one thing that he who has began a good work in me will finish it. So here is where I will stand. In my Faith that birthed this Idea of Beyond Measure a company that will put you into position.
Beyond Measure will be a source for land survey, training and obtaining everything you need from services and provision to spawning new vision. A friend to the worker, and to the client alike. A passion to serve yet a desire to succeed. I believe it prosperity will be Beyond Measure.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Mount Up!
Have you ever seen a bird that cannot fly? As sad as we feel witnessing such an occurrence, the birds attempts to fly will continue without rest. Frustration is not an option. The bird will only surrender to fatigue. In his weakened state he will never cry out or choose emotional expressions to draw attention. The bird will never complain or lash out at others or the God who designed him. His only focus is to continue to try to fly.
No other being on the planet will assist him. Except a human. Some will say don't interfere, Its nature as they harden their heart and turn away. Yet some will capture the bird and assist in healing our take responsibility to rehabilitate the bird. If the bird will never fly this type will house the bird in its new life within an enclosure. Still the only thing the bird wants is to fly. The bird will never stop trying he will never realize it is not a possibility. This is just like me. All I want to do is fly. I just can't and I don't know why. Today I know only this I will continue to try. One day it will happen and I know why. I believe they that wait upon the Lord will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles and FLY. So I will continue to try.
No other being on the planet will assist him. Except a human. Some will say don't interfere, Its nature as they harden their heart and turn away. Yet some will capture the bird and assist in healing our take responsibility to rehabilitate the bird. If the bird will never fly this type will house the bird in its new life within an enclosure. Still the only thing the bird wants is to fly. The bird will never stop trying he will never realize it is not a possibility. This is just like me. All I want to do is fly. I just can't and I don't know why. Today I know only this I will continue to try. One day it will happen and I know why. I believe they that wait upon the Lord will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles and FLY. So I will continue to try.
Friday, January 1, 2010
And so it begins...
It never seizes to amaze... It can stop you in your tracks... It locks you in to an emotion roller coaster...
Self Righteousness
The very idea that you have figured it out.
What is it you ask...
The very idea that you have arrive, the ability to see the wrong in everyone else but the inability to see yourself...
And so it begins, an unhappy heart decides to begin the process of clarity and change. A volatile mix! And So it begins, an attempt at separation of emotion and trueness of heart.
The concept of a finish to this race without sacrificing the fairytale we hide in our closet of expectation. While stack up disappointments on the shelf of expectation.
This can be a defining moment...
Reality lends a help menu to those who are not quick with judgment or blame. Silence and serenity are the spring board for good decision. sacrifice and uncomfort are the shoes that fit your feet for this quest. Peace of mind will be the reward.
Admission of your flaws to no one else but you and God is the start as you find one who will be your sounding board. This is a setup for success. Reshape it any fashion and you will quickly see the heaviness of your feet and the emptiness in your heart will be the evidence that you again missed the idea of self sacrifice.
Personally My defensive guard kicks up in full gear when I feel an Attack of the heart. I explode in defender mode... yes this is a flaw...
One I hope in this New Year is tamed even further in 2010. My reflections of past has few regrets my reflection of the here and now riddled with new possibilities and options.
We have to move on. Past depressed moments, past feeling sorry for yourself, hope is found in realizing the pains an turmoil are he refining fire we must endure to see the purest heart. Here we hide truths in our hearts the keep us in good standing with all.
Light hearted and energized is the goal. A mind clear and spontaneous. A Godly filter that define right and deflects wrong without rationalizing self fulfilled agendas.
HERE at this point,
success begins... white and throffy as the oceans tongue that licks the sandy coastline...salt and fresh is the air...of realty as you take flight in to this new year.
And so it begins...
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