45 minute drive for some good eats
and good friends
more memories shared
along with the food
picture taking
making time for those I care for
gassing up and getting caught
a moment alone
so we snuck in a quick hug
and then we're off again
for more food and more memories
what we thought was the wrong way
the wrong direction
the wrong turn
turned out to be perfect
Braddock
memories swept over us
and we had to detour
down the darkened street
past the rows of houses I used to walk past
weekly, prayerfully
reminiscing about the past
where he used to park under the tree
the rooms, playground, the kids
making our voices deep and scratchy
to mimic one man in our past
with the crazy hair and raspy voice
laughing and smiling
that we ended up there
the blue children still dancing
the bars still holding up
the grassy field just like it used to be
where kids would play kickball or tag
5 years ago
just seemed like yesterday
we drove out there together
friends at work
God at work
riding with him meant no bus
no walks for blocks to get to my destination
things were easier
simplified
5 years later
still riding in his car
though the small has turned to large
and the red to tan
I'm still there with him
Braddock
thanks for the memories
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Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Waltz
Eyes streaming with tears
He held out his hand
and asked for mine
Bewildered and confused,I put my hand in his
and slowly stood up, ready to trust him no matter where he wanted to lead me
I felt like a little girl holding Daddy's hand
as he paraded me around for all to see
Each step helped me on this journey to break free
from my shell and be who he wanted me to be
And then the music
And then the dance
I put my head on his shoulders and began to weep
tears to flush away the sorrow and the pain
tears to show my overwhelming joy and peace
It's a new day
Drop the past
Leave it all behind
Begin the new life
With just the music
And then the dance
It was not only one brother, buy many waiting to waltz
But that didn't matter
I wanted to waltz only with my savior
to be held in his arms and have him whisper in my ear
I want only and always to waltz with my lord
First the music
and then the dance
Written July 13, 2008
He held out his hand
and asked for mine
Bewildered and confused,I put my hand in his
and slowly stood up, ready to trust him no matter where he wanted to lead me
I felt like a little girl holding Daddy's hand
as he paraded me around for all to see
Each step helped me on this journey to break free
from my shell and be who he wanted me to be
And then the music
And then the dance
I put my head on his shoulders and began to weep
tears to flush away the sorrow and the pain
tears to show my overwhelming joy and peace
It's a new day
Drop the past
Leave it all behind
Begin the new life
With just the music
And then the dance
It was not only one brother, buy many waiting to waltz
But that didn't matter
I wanted to waltz only with my savior
to be held in his arms and have him whisper in my ear
I want only and always to waltz with my lord
First the music
and then the dance
Written July 13, 2008
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Princess
{Wrote this a few years ago. I think I've already posted it on this blog, but I can't seem to find it, hence the possible repeat. Enjoy}
She lives in her own little world, this kingdom in her mind
Where everyone does her every wish, her every command
She cares not how she treats them or how they feel
She only wants what she wants; her way or the highway
She has a sweet smile, oftentimes masking the hurt or anger inside
But she wears her emotions on her royal sleeve
They all see it; she sees it
Her eyes are dark, telling her emotions, screaming her frustration
They are her weapon; her subjects tremble when she unleashes their knightly fury
She has many thoughts but voices very few
She keeps many frustrations to herself
In times of emotional distress, she cries out
Her subjects listen quietly as if they are asleep
Indeed they are, or try to be
Then the royal Princess climbs back onto her thrown
Hurt, she lays yet another brick on the wall
And paints her royal smile back on her face
She feeds off her subjects’ fear
The very stench drives her, empowers her
She feasts on their intimidation and desires more of this fowl character
Their quivering voices, cowering eyes, hunched shoulders
Feed her, disgust her, make her want it more and more
It sickens her, but she can’t resist
She goes about doing her regal tasks
Prim and proper; no detailed overlooked; perfected perfection
Everything must be done her way
Everything
Or else her fury
Quick, cover your eyes
Don’t look
I hate her
I loathe this princess
She haunts me; she follows me wherever I go
It seems like she grows stronger every day
She overshadows me and stalks me, watching my every more and wanting to escape
Waiting to escape; watching for the very moment when she can come out
I beat her and suppress her royal highness
Sometimes she lives too deep to kill her
But I try to mortify
Others are sent to do the same, with little avail
I fight and fight, but her forces seem stronger at times
I see her face in the mirror and it scares me
I am saddened to think that she sits on my thrown
She takes over my world, my life
I need the King to help me; He is the only One who should rule my life
No princess, no prince, no one but Him
The King can mortify this thief
or better yet He can change her and make her a servant
Just like His Son
He can drop her from her royal pillow and allow her to wash the feet of others
What a privilege, what an awesome turn of events
By His decree He can save her, He can transform her
Only the King can do it
This princess has no chance when He is on the thrown
And He is always on the thrown
Finally, I can take off my tiara
It pierces my head, leaving scars and wounds to remind me of my past
Finally I can start being the servant
Finally, I can escape her world and live in His
I know that she will always be there
Until I finally enter His pearly gates
But every day I must cut her off, gauge her out, pluck it out, mortify
Every day I must take up a symbol of my new life
My cross
Every day I must look to the King for wisdom and guidance
Farewell princess
Good riddance
Written July 8, 2007
She lives in her own little world, this kingdom in her mind
Where everyone does her every wish, her every command
She cares not how she treats them or how they feel
She only wants what she wants; her way or the highway
She has a sweet smile, oftentimes masking the hurt or anger inside
But she wears her emotions on her royal sleeve
They all see it; she sees it
Her eyes are dark, telling her emotions, screaming her frustration
They are her weapon; her subjects tremble when she unleashes their knightly fury
She has many thoughts but voices very few
She keeps many frustrations to herself
In times of emotional distress, she cries out
Her subjects listen quietly as if they are asleep
Indeed they are, or try to be
Then the royal Princess climbs back onto her thrown
Hurt, she lays yet another brick on the wall
And paints her royal smile back on her face
She feeds off her subjects’ fear
The very stench drives her, empowers her
She feasts on their intimidation and desires more of this fowl character
Their quivering voices, cowering eyes, hunched shoulders
Feed her, disgust her, make her want it more and more
It sickens her, but she can’t resist
She goes about doing her regal tasks
Prim and proper; no detailed overlooked; perfected perfection
Everything must be done her way
Everything
Or else her fury
Quick, cover your eyes
Don’t look
I hate her
I loathe this princess
She haunts me; she follows me wherever I go
It seems like she grows stronger every day
She overshadows me and stalks me, watching my every more and wanting to escape
Waiting to escape; watching for the very moment when she can come out
I beat her and suppress her royal highness
Sometimes she lives too deep to kill her
But I try to mortify
Others are sent to do the same, with little avail
I fight and fight, but her forces seem stronger at times
I see her face in the mirror and it scares me
I am saddened to think that she sits on my thrown
She takes over my world, my life
I need the King to help me; He is the only One who should rule my life
No princess, no prince, no one but Him
The King can mortify this thief
or better yet He can change her and make her a servant
Just like His Son
He can drop her from her royal pillow and allow her to wash the feet of others
What a privilege, what an awesome turn of events
By His decree He can save her, He can transform her
Only the King can do it
This princess has no chance when He is on the thrown
And He is always on the thrown
Finally, I can take off my tiara
It pierces my head, leaving scars and wounds to remind me of my past
Finally I can start being the servant
Finally, I can escape her world and live in His
I know that she will always be there
Until I finally enter His pearly gates
But every day I must cut her off, gauge her out, pluck it out, mortify
Every day I must take up a symbol of my new life
My cross
Every day I must look to the King for wisdom and guidance
Farewell princess
Good riddance
Written July 8, 2007
Spitting Words of Art
Krissa introduced me to local arenas of Spoken Word and Slams, and I must say that these events have encouraged me to write and post my words down. I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE poetry and literature (hence the fact that I majored in this in college). It helps me unwind. Lets my thoughts run wild. Shows me who I am and how I'm actually feeling. Let's me create and imagine. Eases my mind and unwinds my frustrations. Allows my emotions to break free from the bottle. Words of art make me smile...
Enjoy one of many ArtWords below...
Enjoy one of many ArtWords below...
Jump
I sit here with the leaves rustling, my mind and thoughts wrestling
I'm scared to let go and open up the floodgates
I'm petrified to reveal the real me
I don't even know who this me within portrays
I'm afraid to let the outside in
My selfishness yearns to keep them out,
to block them from the person they may not like
I shall set up bodyguards, bouncers if you will, to keep them out
They try to see what's all the commotion,
but I fight to black out their vision
I fight harder to reveal the real me
I want them to know
I want to know
Thoughts and emotions too deep to see
This mask burned onto my face
It hurts to remove this painted facade
But scrape I must to reveal the unadulterated girl
Pull
Tag
Stretch
Yank harder
I'm afraid to look past the mask
That's the me I've seen in the mirror for so long
Too long
Scrape it off
Or maybe I can pull it off like a band aid
One quick moment
One second in time
Pain shortlived, though piercing
And than it's all over and I can let the healing begin
I'm scared, but I'm ready
I want to be ready to remove this unnatural face
I desire to reveal the beauty within
It's time to take that leap into vulnerability
It's time to jump off the cliff
and be held in His tender arms
He'll catch me, my loving Father
He'll hold me until the wounds have healed
I'll see my face for the first time
And He'll see my face and whisper in my ear
"You are my Beloved
My creation
and I love you as you are..."
It's time
Here I go
3, 2, 1
Written July 8, 2008
I'm scared to let go and open up the floodgates
I'm petrified to reveal the real me
I don't even know who this me within portrays
I'm afraid to let the outside in
My selfishness yearns to keep them out,
to block them from the person they may not like
I shall set up bodyguards, bouncers if you will, to keep them out
They try to see what's all the commotion,
but I fight to black out their vision
I fight harder to reveal the real me
I want them to know
I want to know
Thoughts and emotions too deep to see
This mask burned onto my face
It hurts to remove this painted facade
But scrape I must to reveal the unadulterated girl
Pull
Tag
Stretch
Yank harder
I'm afraid to look past the mask
That's the me I've seen in the mirror for so long
Too long
Scrape it off
Or maybe I can pull it off like a band aid
One quick moment
One second in time
Pain shortlived, though piercing
And than it's all over and I can let the healing begin
I'm scared, but I'm ready
I want to be ready to remove this unnatural face
I desire to reveal the beauty within
It's time to take that leap into vulnerability
It's time to jump off the cliff
and be held in His tender arms
He'll catch me, my loving Father
He'll hold me until the wounds have healed
I'll see my face for the first time
And He'll see my face and whisper in my ear
"You are my Beloved
My creation
and I love you as you are..."
It's time
Here I go
3, 2, 1
Written July 8, 2008
Friday, January 16, 2009
The Great 2-8
Yes, I admit it, I'm 28 years old!
No...28 years...young.
28. I don't feel like I'm 28, whatever that means.
Many people say I look like I'm 22 or even 18.
That's a good thing I suppose; it's all relative.
At 28, many of my friends are married and have one or two little ones running around.
Me? No kids, no husband, no boyfriend, nothing
but pure joy.
I'm doing what I was born to do.
I'm doing things that make me very happy.
I'm living life LOVED and loving the life I live.
Not many people my age can say that.
Not many people twice my age can say that.
I've lived a great life thus far.
Had my ups and my down, but now it's more up than down.
Way up actually
Relaxing, coasting, spending
time with family and friends from all over the world
literally!
Just until I take flight again to the next land I shall call home
it's gonna be a great year
This 28th one of mine; I can just feel it
New year. New me. New girl. Newness of life.
No complaints of wanting him or wanting them
when I hear them wanting to take back some years of their married lives
And besides, I already have Him
and He's the best Him there will ever be
350-some-odd-days left and I know they'll be amazing
through my wrinkly 28-year-old skin, I smile and live another great year
No...28 years...young.
28. I don't feel like I'm 28, whatever that means.
Many people say I look like I'm 22 or even 18.
That's a good thing I suppose; it's all relative.
At 28, many of my friends are married and have one or two little ones running around.
Me? No kids, no husband, no boyfriend, nothing
but pure joy.
I'm doing what I was born to do.
I'm doing things that make me very happy.
I'm living life LOVED and loving the life I live.
Not many people my age can say that.
Not many people twice my age can say that.
I've lived a great life thus far.
Had my ups and my down, but now it's more up than down.
Way up actually
Relaxing, coasting, spending
time with family and friends from all over the world
literally!
Just until I take flight again to the next land I shall call home
it's gonna be a great year
This 28th one of mine; I can just feel it
New year. New me. New girl. Newness of life.
No complaints of wanting him or wanting them
when I hear them wanting to take back some years of their married lives
And besides, I already have Him
and He's the best Him there will ever be
350-some-odd-days left and I know they'll be amazing
through my wrinkly 28-year-old skin, I smile and live another great year
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
My Ghost
It's haunted me for many years
for as long as I can remember
Sometimes it goes away for a period of time
but it's just waiting for the right moment
for the second to come back in
and raise the hairs on the back of my neck once again
It doesn't have a face nor a name
but I know it's there
I feel its presence more prominent at times
I know it's always there
looming over me and watching
waiting for the second to scare
It came full force in college
with tears running down my cheeks
I just had to accept it
I felt like I couldn't do anything about it
I still feel like that sometimes
especially now
I thought it went away
It was slowly disappearing, slowly fading away
I thought my nightmares would finally end
but it was all just a trick to catch me off my feet
to scare me to my knees
to make me shudder beneath its howls
I'm haunted yet again
for as long as I can remember
Sometimes it goes away for a period of time
but it's just waiting for the right moment
for the second to come back in
and raise the hairs on the back of my neck once again
It doesn't have a face nor a name
but I know it's there
I feel its presence more prominent at times
I know it's always there
looming over me and watching
waiting for the second to scare
It came full force in college
with tears running down my cheeks
I just had to accept it
I felt like I couldn't do anything about it
I still feel like that sometimes
especially now
I thought it went away
It was slowly disappearing, slowly fading away
I thought my nightmares would finally end
but it was all just a trick to catch me off my feet
to scare me to my knees
to make me shudder beneath its howls
I'm haunted yet again
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Courage...Dissed...
maybe I'm just tired
but there are so many thoughts screaming through my brain
why do I do the things I do
why do I think the way I do
why am I bothered by the things people say
why does it matter
why do I care so much
switch gears
go faster
drive better
smile more
you're not going fast enough
you're not working hard enough
you're not praying enough
you're not..enough
enough
i sit and I ponder as these thoughts scream at me
I want them to stop screaming
I hate when people scream at me
It paralyzes me and I don't know how to react
so i just sit and ponder
in the rain
by myself
those thoughts are haunting me again
i may seem so strong sometimes
but they don't know how I'm feeling
because they don't bother
and I don't bother
and they're busy
and I make myself seem busy
I'm learning how to watch myself
protect my heart and mind from hurting again
keep it from opening up too much
and then being disappointed
by the fact that they will be ripped away
again...
they won't always be around, I warn myself
they will have a different best friend and move on
they will switch gears
while I'm stuck in neutral
in the rain
but there are so many thoughts screaming through my brain
why do I do the things I do
why do I think the way I do
why am I bothered by the things people say
why does it matter
why do I care so much
switch gears
go faster
drive better
smile more
you're not going fast enough
you're not working hard enough
you're not praying enough
you're not..enough
enough
i sit and I ponder as these thoughts scream at me
I want them to stop screaming
I hate when people scream at me
It paralyzes me and I don't know how to react
so i just sit and ponder
in the rain
by myself
those thoughts are haunting me again
i may seem so strong sometimes
but they don't know how I'm feeling
because they don't bother
and I don't bother
and they're busy
and I make myself seem busy
I'm learning how to watch myself
protect my heart and mind from hurting again
keep it from opening up too much
and then being disappointed
by the fact that they will be ripped away
again...
they won't always be around, I warn myself
they will have a different best friend and move on
they will switch gears
while I'm stuck in neutral
in the rain
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Blessed Be Your Name...Remix
Blessed be Your name
When I'm driving down the 405
When I don't have someone by my side
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be Your name
When I can not find the right freeway
When it's nothing but a big delay
Blessed be Your name
Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say...
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
Blessed be Your name
When I'm walking into the dark
When the flames are nothing but a spark
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be Your name
When I'm smiling from ear to ear
When all I want to do is cheer
Blessed be Your name...
When I'm driving down the 405
When I don't have someone by my side
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be Your name
When I can not find the right freeway
When it's nothing but a big delay
Blessed be Your name
Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say...
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
Blessed be Your name
When I'm walking into the dark
When the flames are nothing but a spark
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be Your name
When I'm smiling from ear to ear
When all I want to do is cheer
Blessed be Your name...
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Merry Christmas, LMNBS!
Ladies Monday Night Bible Study
The Lord has brought all of us women together
We’re growing and flying, like birds of a feather
He started this ministry many years ago
With just Tita Carol and Tiff, well didn’t you know?
God put it in Tita Carol’s heart to meet
With many young ladies, now isn’t that neat?
They met together over coffee or tea
Growing and seeking the Lord Almighty
We grew in number and had lots of fun
And we’ve read many books; no this poem’s not done.
More ladies came and before you know it
We loved the Lord more, and our lives did show it.
One book that I’m sure we’ll all remember
Was “The Excellent Wife,” we read in December
Through Martha Peace’s knowledge and Bible study
We learned how to be our future husband’s encourager, supporter and buddy
Many even graduated to be soon-to-be-wives
But we’re still growing and God’s still changing our lives
And now these “soon-to-be’s” are living the part
They’re loving the Lord and their husbands with all of their heart
Through the years we’ve met at different places
We’ve lost and we’ve gained many beautiful faces
One special face is the one and only –
Our Pastor’s wife, Tita Carol, you see
God led her to step away from this ladies’ group
Joy and I were sad to be thrown this big loop
But God knew what He was doing; His plan is the best
He used this to grow us and put our faith to the test
God wanted this ministry to continue to grow
And by the looks of tonight, we are doing just so
He is the one that continues to work in our lives
He’s the one growing us and making us wives
And now, we’re learning through the great pastor, John Piper
Through a book study – and you know we all get real hyper
We’re learning about faith in future grace
And trusting Him through life’s unplanned places and pace
We are learning what it means to trust Him every day
To lean on Him, cling to His Word, and obey
Through prayer and meditation on His great Word
God is refining us, and growing us all, ya’ heard
He is using this ministry to show all of us
Who He is and how we should not make life such a fuss
He has all of the details planned out to a tee
His Son paid a great price for our lives, but to us salvation is free
I praise the Lord for this great ministry
And for you, all the ladies, that tonight I do see
I know He will continue to refine all of us
Remember: His plans for our lives are perfect! And now Merry Christmas!!
The Lord has brought all of us women together
We’re growing and flying, like birds of a feather
He started this ministry many years ago
With just Tita Carol and Tiff, well didn’t you know?
God put it in Tita Carol’s heart to meet
With many young ladies, now isn’t that neat?
They met together over coffee or tea
Growing and seeking the Lord Almighty
We grew in number and had lots of fun
And we’ve read many books; no this poem’s not done.
More ladies came and before you know it
We loved the Lord more, and our lives did show it.
One book that I’m sure we’ll all remember
Was “The Excellent Wife,” we read in December
Through Martha Peace’s knowledge and Bible study
We learned how to be our future husband’s encourager, supporter and buddy
Many even graduated to be soon-to-be-wives
But we’re still growing and God’s still changing our lives
And now these “soon-to-be’s” are living the part
They’re loving the Lord and their husbands with all of their heart
Through the years we’ve met at different places
We’ve lost and we’ve gained many beautiful faces
One special face is the one and only –
Our Pastor’s wife, Tita Carol, you see
God led her to step away from this ladies’ group
Joy and I were sad to be thrown this big loop
But God knew what He was doing; His plan is the best
He used this to grow us and put our faith to the test
God wanted this ministry to continue to grow
And by the looks of tonight, we are doing just so
He is the one that continues to work in our lives
He’s the one growing us and making us wives
And now, we’re learning through the great pastor, John Piper
Through a book study – and you know we all get real hyper
We’re learning about faith in future grace
And trusting Him through life’s unplanned places and pace
We are learning what it means to trust Him every day
To lean on Him, cling to His Word, and obey
Through prayer and meditation on His great Word
God is refining us, and growing us all, ya’ heard
He is using this ministry to show all of us
Who He is and how we should not make life such a fuss
He has all of the details planned out to a tee
His Son paid a great price for our lives, but to us salvation is free
I praise the Lord for this great ministry
And for you, all the ladies, that tonight I do see
I know He will continue to refine all of us
Remember: His plans for our lives are perfect! And now Merry Christmas!!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
The Scenic Road Part II
Written by Eleazar Nepomuceno
Then finally we stop.
I was not sure where we where.
There was a sense of excitedment and fear all at once.
I turned to the front to look for the driver
and asked him where we were
With a calm and peaceful voice he said,
This is where I wanted to take you.
HE then stepped out and came around to me.
At first I was scared but then recalled the times in the fog,
that no matter what happened, I could always trust him.
He let me out and suddenly a great view of a gate came into view.
He took my hand and walk with me towards the site.
When we got there He said:
It has been a great Scenic Ride.
I enjoyed all the views and the places we temporaily stopped at.
Even though the the ride was at times scary, so thank you for trusting in me.
I just wanted to tell you that this is the place i wanted to take you.
I wanted you to see and experience all those places because it would only prepare you for this day.
I am very proud of you;
you have done a great job throughout our scenic ride.
I am very excited for the new adventures we will have together.
Cuz, Thank you for a beautiful ending to my poem. I love every word. Truly God takes us through life's adventures, this so-called Scenic Road, for His glory, to prepare us for the Pearly Gates. What a great and glorious day that will be. Again, thank you and I love you and miss you...
Then finally we stop.
I was not sure where we where.
There was a sense of excitedment and fear all at once.
I turned to the front to look for the driver
and asked him where we were
With a calm and peaceful voice he said,
This is where I wanted to take you.
HE then stepped out and came around to me.
At first I was scared but then recalled the times in the fog,
that no matter what happened, I could always trust him.
He let me out and suddenly a great view of a gate came into view.
He took my hand and walk with me towards the site.
When we got there He said:
It has been a great Scenic Ride.
I enjoyed all the views and the places we temporaily stopped at.
Even though the the ride was at times scary, so thank you for trusting in me.
I just wanted to tell you that this is the place i wanted to take you.
I wanted you to see and experience all those places because it would only prepare you for this day.
I am very proud of you;
you have done a great job throughout our scenic ride.
I am very excited for the new adventures we will have together.
Cuz, Thank you for a beautiful ending to my poem. I love every word. Truly God takes us through life's adventures, this so-called Scenic Road, for His glory, to prepare us for the Pearly Gates. What a great and glorious day that will be. Again, thank you and I love you and miss you...
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Taking the Scenic Road
She hopped into the passenger seat
and buckled up because she knew it was going to be a long ride
He didn't lead her through the dark and boring
He wanted to take her on an exciting ride
The ride of her life
She wasn't sure where they were going
or what stops they would take along this trip
Sometimes the sun would kiss her cheeks
Sometimes the rain would fall ever so slightly on the two travelers
Sometims it would pour so hard that all they could see was the bright light before them
Sometimes the fog was so thick they couldn't see the end of the car
The fog scared her the most
Not knowing where they were going
Not knowing what was ahead
Questions upon questions
Clouds upon clouds
The fog enveloped the car
and scared her stiff
But the Driver always know where He is going
He knows every turn, every bump in the road, every turnout
He knows how to maneuver the vehicle through the rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog
He knows exactly where He is taking her
He knows every mile
But He doesn't utter a word because He doesn't want to ruin the surpirse
He wanted to take her on The Scenic Road
Though it's longer, it's more beautiful out there
The sun is brighter, the air crisper, the water breathtaking
All she has to do is sit back, relax, and trust the Driver
He will never get lost; He'll never make mistakes
He's the Driver and He owns the road
Especially this one.
and buckled up because she knew it was going to be a long ride
He didn't lead her through the dark and boring
He wanted to take her on an exciting ride
The ride of her life
She wasn't sure where they were going
or what stops they would take along this trip
Sometimes the sun would kiss her cheeks
Sometimes the rain would fall ever so slightly on the two travelers
Sometims it would pour so hard that all they could see was the bright light before them
Sometimes the fog was so thick they couldn't see the end of the car
The fog scared her the most
Not knowing where they were going
Not knowing what was ahead
Questions upon questions
Clouds upon clouds
The fog enveloped the car
and scared her stiff
But the Driver always know where He is going
He knows every turn, every bump in the road, every turnout
He knows how to maneuver the vehicle through the rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog
He knows exactly where He is taking her
He knows every mile
But He doesn't utter a word because He doesn't want to ruin the surpirse
He wanted to take her on The Scenic Road
Though it's longer, it's more beautiful out there
The sun is brighter, the air crisper, the water breathtaking
All she has to do is sit back, relax, and trust the Driver
He will never get lost; He'll never make mistakes
He's the Driver and He owns the road
Especially this one.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Big Clique
At the tender age of 8 I met him. At this young age he was already quite...unique. I recall running through the back alleys of our chuch at the corner of Amar and Azusa. He was even in my aunt's wedding over 15 years ago.
I don't recall the first time I met him (#2). I was a little older by now. He was shy and quite, but I knew there was a hidden strength and unadulterated character within him. He had an uncanny resemblance to my cousin. The name just stuck.
Elementary school. Junior high. High school. They flew by like a blur. Then a trial hit me during my first year of college and they were there to listen and make me laugh. This was the summer. The summer I'll never forget. Car rides. Jam sessions on the grass. Praising our Lord in the cool of the night. Late night talks on the swing. Talks on the bench. Drives to LA. Pictures of the pyramid. Praying. Laughing. Loving. This was the summer.
Then he left. He went to serve our Lord and serve our country. My Cuz. He's been gone for quite some time now and I miss him so much. I heard his voice last week and it brought both tears of sadness and tears of joy to my eyes. It was so nice to talk to him, but it hurt knowing that he was so far away and in danger. But he'll be home soon, and the Lord is watching over him.
Then he left. He went to serve our Lord and grow in his service to others. He's been gone a few days. I know I will miss him so much. We were able to hang out a few days ago and the fact that he was leaving brought tears of sadness and tears of joy. I will miss our talks and the way he makes me laugh, but I know this is where the Lord wants him. Our God will use this to grow his knowledge and love for Him. And he'll be home in a few years, and the Lord is watching over him.
To my Cuz and Yek. I love you two and I miss you guys. You two are a big part of my life and I truly care for you guys. I'm praying for you and I'm excited for what the Lord has in store for you. I praise God for how He is growing you and making you to love Him more. I praise God for your obedience to the Father's calling. May you continue to grow in grace, my dear brothers. I LOVE YOU GUYS! God has blessed me with my wonderful and everlasting friendship with you two...and because of this...I smile!
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