The Eyes of the Bull

The itching ivy palms are my hands. 

The sensation hits before I open my mind to think of the words that will probably never echo out. 

I’ve been here. 

It’s the kind of familiar that you won’t ever be comfortable with.

It’s like being thrown over the railing into a whirlwind of angry water. 

The kind you don’t know how deep or how far it goes…

It’s murky with creatures that haven’t even been discovered yet. 

That’s the key. 

The unknown factor of the reaction.

You see, being the deliverer of truth and honesty is not an easy task. 

But it wasn’t meant to be. 

I’ve learned that from the good man I read about.

In the mirror, I see a lamb,

The follower of a shepherd.

But I feel the shepherd is guiding the lamb to possess the inner strength of a bull. 

Containing the fierceness to resist conformity. 

Having a craving for confrontation,

To confidently approach the enemy and the false words that drive lives into the lonely, hole of unsatisfaction and uncreativity. 

The eyes of the bull are focused and unfearful to fight at all costs…

To tell the world that life’s worth living. 


Under This Old, Oak


I’ll follow you to the shade tree,

As soon as you guide the way.

My feet will move just as quickly as my beating heart.


I’ll follow you there,

Even if you’re scared.

My hand will reach for yours to steady the earthquake of anxiety.


Standing in front of you in vulnerability,

Fills me with freedom and strength.

For these roots are grounded deeply in truth.


Life will always be unpredictable, but we have each other,

Under this old, oak we can share the gift of love,

In the presence of unconditional grace.


I’ll follow you, always, to this place…

To accept all of you,

And will laugh by your side in the moments of altered plans.






Ivory Magnolia

The day was dawning…

Even though it seemed like the longest wait.

Her feet were stained of smudged soil and dirt.

They worked on, and moved forward,

through the season of drought that left her thirsty,

the season of flooding that left her with a loss of security,

and through the season of coldness that aimed at tugging away the last remaining drop of  joy within her heart.

This longing for contentment and satisfaction could not be gained from human effort or control.

The tug-a-war between doubt and confidence were ever present, until she saw the ivory magnolia.

So delicate, but strong.

So fragrant, but subtle.

The drought taught the magnolia to depend on something other than what it is told by the world, to need.

The flood prepared a way to remain strong within the unpredictable moments of life.

The frosted ice allowed it to develop the gift of endurance of pain and suffering to value humility.

Though the magnolia felt alone in the midst of the trial, there was meaningfulness to grasp onto and a mighty lesson to be learned.

Without the struggle, the magnolia’s appearance would be altered, and possibly not as rare as it appears today.

It very well may not have as much delicate, compassion towards the living,

or inner strength to combat the lies the mind and heart filter.

It very well may not have the fragrance of confident beauty that radiates out, from the love experienced within,

or the subtleness to not be moved by life’s imperfections and uncontrollable circumstances.

The ivory magnolia stands right where it belongs,

and that gave her great courage.





The Armor

We make it too easy,

For the one who’s name isn’t worthy of being mentioned,

But I will choose to call him out.

The serpent of old, accuser, and foe effortlessly recieves power. 

By replacing the truth of the matter with diagnoses, pride, fatigue, substance induced minds, and business, we continue to let his plans go unnoticed. 

Instead of calling the darkness by name, we give him room to grow and linger.

Instead of choosing to fight and join the war, we settle for complacent habits of self-medicating, accepting passionless lifestyles, and pressing on in our cyclic routines.

The vulnerability in the moments we struggle, suffer, and inebriate ourselves, give way to the enemy to slither in.

To protect your heart, means to be aware of his schemes.

To know your enemy,

You must be confident in what he is after…

He is after your joy in knowing that you are unconditionally loved by God,

And the peace of mind that comes from having no fear of death.

Pick up the shield.


The Holy One

It isn’t I who is the holy one, 

For it is You.

So I can rest in the thought,

That there is nothing more that I can do.

The only battle is to trust in what You say,

By continuing to ask the Spirit to guide the way. 

It isn’t I who must strive to win Your heart,

For You have freely given it and gave us a brand new start.

Unconditionally, You love,

While Your only request is for us to accept what has already been done. 

You give us a choice to allow You within,

By inviting the Holy One in our hearts to birth us again. 

Melting Point

Inspiration is absent. 

I feel no gust of beauty. 

For my thoughts have not been set on the extraordinary, or the truth. 

I’ve been distracted by laziness and minut circumstances. 

I’ve lost sight of the freedom, 

the glory…

and mercy.

I have lost sight of the miraculous parts of Life,

Which once captivated me and was my home. 

I have abandoned the One who adopted me.

I have forgotten the wonder in the presence of His Spirit,

and the embrace of my Father. 

But His hand stretches out for me, 

His voice cries out to me,

His warmth heats up the cold, hardened core of my heart. 

Like anything frozen and paralyzed in a state of complacency, the thawing takes time. 

It is a process of melting away old thoughts and ways. 

A chipping away of lies…

But the more heat from the Light of God’s unchanging word,

And the help of spontaneous moments spent in the healing presence of the Savior,

I am progressing towards the melting point of total surrender. 

1 Thessalonians 5

1 Thessalonians 5 is speaking to my heart this morning. I want so badly to be the person described…

“But let us who live in the light be clearheaded, protected by the armor of faith and Love, and wearing as our helmet the confidence of our salvation.”

“For God chose to save us through our Lord Jesus Christ, not to pour out his anger on us. Christ died for us so that, whether we are dead or alive when he returns, we can live with him forever. So encourage each other and build each other up, just as you are already doing.”

“We urge you to warn those who are lazy. Encourage those who are timid. Take tender care of those who are weak. Be patient with everyone.”

“Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.”

“God will make this happen, for he who calls you is faithful.”