Across the Table

That moment you realize you know the kid who just walked in the coffee shop, but it's been  so long since you've even spoken... let alone the likelihood of the two of you meeting up again.. 

The debate begins:

To speak or not to speak?

It has been over two years... would he even remember you?

The times you did hang out with him were few but sweet and have become warm memories that are dearly held. Yet, there is no reason why he should feel the same. 

You prayed he would grow to be a good man, a strong man, a Godly man. 

The life place he was at last you heard was a hard one 

he was just a kid then..

He seems happy now.. thats good.

Still hasn't seen you.. would he even recognize you if he does. 

The Answer is no.

There it is. 

Gone without ever knowing how things turned about.

So the separate lives of the present go on while the memories of  friendship past grow another shade dimmer.

And still the prayers go on

Viewing through a broken mirror

Happy Tuesday Ya'll. So much that is going on in my life and heart, and yet, none of it I feel like sharing right now. Odd. sorry I will say this much. Matthew 22 makes it clear that we are to Love the Lord with all that we are. Second, we are to Love others as ourselves. "Ya,ya we've heard this one before" you might say, "I do love God and I love people as much as I can in a day." Well that's nice, good to know you were listening in Sunday service. But I come with a different purpose.

The challenge? One that has been turning my life upside-down this past month.

How can I really love people (or God for that matter) as myself if I don't really love... or LIKE myself?

IDENTITY: What is it to you? Wanna know what yours is?.... look at the fruit of your down-and-out nights all alone. What do you say about yourself TO yourself when nobody else is listening. Now, what does GOD say about what your saying? Is is true? Is it just your imagination? Is it Satan squeezing in?

What's the difference between who you are and who you really are?

Hebrews 10:23

Rainy Day.
Low on gas, but still using what's left to get away.
Coffeeshop.
Grande Pike's Peak with sugar, honey, and cream.
Window seat.
Watching the fog tear away from the dark mountains.
I don't know what I have more in common with right now;
Clouds or Mountains.
Clouds: rising from the earth to a white sky, leaving behind the known solid ground only to drift... leaving their tears behind.
Mountains: standing strong on their foundations despite the storms washing around them. Dark against the white sky, seeming mournful to see the clouds fly away.. not wanting them to go, but knowing they must.
Or
...
Was it the Rain?
There is one thing that Rain makes me think of... Gratitude. I've spoken of it before, but just to remind, it is a song about Taking what God has given as provision and Thanking Him for it even though it may not have been the way You thought He should have provided. Understanding that He has the BEST understanding of needs... NEEDS (not wants).