A Prayer

Give me strength
Now as much as ever
I can't do it on my own
I need your guidance
Show me the path
And I will walk it

Thank you father, amen

With Faith

How long can I wait
As long as it takes
But this moment in time
I give you my life
Continue to shape
and show me your ways
And in the midst of that
the joy
the hope
the love
I will continue to wait
with faith

Waiting

Tonight I question
Where am I
My place in life
I don’t speak
I listen
Waiting

It's Gone

Near his heart it stayed
Cherished
Protected
Loved,
Of such a gift
He couldn’t dream
An intake of breath
Sharp,
Tears,
It’s gone
And greatly missed

Where I am

Still
Quiet
Listening
For a voice
A whisper
A breath

Thanks

A friend challenged me to write about things in my life that I’m thankful for so here it goes.

I’m thankful for every breath God gives me. For every beat of my new heart and every beat of my old one. I’m thankful for the home I have and the bed I get to wake up in each morning. I’m thankful for the food I have and the clothes on my back. I’m thankful that I can sit on my deck at night and stare into a star-filled sky. I’m thankful for loving parents that are always there for me when times are tough. I’m thankful for the friendships I now have with my brothers when we hated each other for so long. I’m thankful for my friends and the encouragement they give. I’m thankful for my thoughts and the talents that I have. That I can use my hands to create or to play sports. I’m thankful for my new life and for what my old one taught me. I’m thankful that I can read and write. I’m thankful for a God who loves me more than I can fathom, in spite of all the wrong things I’ve done and the fact that I turned my back on Him so many times. I’m thankful that He is the reason behind all the things I wrote about. He sustains me. He gives me life. He is my light when I’m in darkness. He is my hope. I’m thankful that I can always turn to Him and He will welcome me with open arms. I’m thankful that I don’t have to do this on my own because I would fail. I’m thankful that Christ gave Himself for me.

The Weight

He walks slowly over the pavement, the backpack weighing heavy on his shoulders. A dim glow from the streetlights illuminates the brick on the buildings around him. He hears whispers from the shadows but can’t understand what’s being said. A man moves out from the shadows toward him. He stops as the man draws closer. Close enough to feel his breath. The man leans in and says something. Something unexpected and heartbreaking. Before he can say anything the man slips back into the shadows along the street. Confused, he turns to continue and feels that his pack has grown heavier. He moves slower.

After a few moments, a woman moves out from the shadows and stops directly in front of him. He expects it this time. She leans slowly in and whispers something to him. As quickly as she appeared, she was gone, hiding with the others. He was left there alone in the street with the words the she had said. His pack grew heavier.

For the rest of the night, people would randomly approach him from the shadows, whisper something to him, and move away before he could respond. And each time, the load he carried on his back became heavier. His legs began to shake under the tremendous weight and his muscles burned. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed in the middle of the street. He couldn’t move. He just lay there in pain, hearing the whispers around him, catching glimpses of those hiding in the shadows. In the midst of them all he felt alone. Alone with things said and things left unsaid.