Black Friday; When Darkness Falls!

The mad dash, to spend all the cash; even if it seems to be a little bit rash. You’re going to shop till you drop, but down the road of life you encounter a blowout; that takes the wind out of your sale. You check to see how much it will set you back, what price you will have to pay. There is a slash, half off; where the rubber meets the road. So therefore you will have to discount, that it’s not a need, but just a got to have. So after being fixated, you finally get to the mall, but half way down the hall… there is a brawl. So many spending, but others not behaving. Shouting, but not listening… to the needs of one another. So much banter, that could easily turn into a pander. Along with the endless ranting, so many hearts are clambering; when it’s supposed to be a time of thanksgiving. How can a heart ever discern, right from wrong. When the closed… off signs of love, is now on display? Emotions that go unchallenged, as more Darkness Falls!

So many just focus on the retail, not realizing they may have voided out… one simple detail. The human values, the love for one another. We should never make it about the currency, but the exchange… through a meaningful encounter. It shouldn’t be about, the give to get; but the get to give… light to the darkness. When a heart is not enlightened, hope can get trampled. When the darkness cast a shadow, over what should be a prevailing attitude. Even though the heart feels trapped in the darkness, backed into a corner from the chaos; let your light shine. Give, and it shall be given. In everything, there should always be a give and take. Give love, and you will be loved. Don’t make it a game of hide and seek. Someone comes seeking love, but the love so well hidden, and the respect nowhere to be found. There is nothing wrong, trying to get a deal. But what’s the deal, with those who would stomp on someone else’s dream; just to have a desire? It’s a dark day, when we care more about the getting; than the giving. So many offend, then try to defend; what seems to be a trend!

Confusion says; even though you don’t have lack… of understanding, you can still lack the compassion. If you’re impartial to what the heart does, but not concerned about what the heart did. With the acquiring of the desired outcome, when in part they are both one and the same. When Darkness Falls, the eyes will never comprehend; what was first meant… for the heart to see! Black Friday, a day that in parts of the world; some hearts are eclipsed darkness. Hearts are momentarily blackened, and the soul a little blackish. Even though Darkness Falls, there’s a forever light… that still shines!

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It Belongs to You!

I have something, I have found something… special. So precious, but yet not my own; it was bought. So how can I ever deny, that it’s not You… that gave it to me? You put it there, You left Your mark… etched forever upon it. I don’t know why, how someone like me; ended up with such a gift? Why, would You even think of me? When so many times, it seems more than I deserved. I know it’s not fate, this is predestined. Why, I must concede, yield; but mount a relentless pursuit. I just needed to learn, how to get off my high horse. My mind can’t also comprehend, why I don’t rely on what I think. This was never about, how a mind thinketh!

Even with the mistakes, all the times I said no. Maybe tomorrow, I will give it back. You have been patient, far too kind, so so good; no… Amazing. But who am I, why would You think… I was even worthy of it? All these years, You never left me. Stayed through the ups and downs, in the middle of my mess. Even though I sometimes felt, to keep it locked up… deep within. Now I say, here I am. Forever and always, it will be available. Word by word, not just how the truth will unfold, but how Your love will be told. Whenever You feel there’s a need, take hold of it. Don’t hesitate to use it, to put Your love on display. Whenever You need me to give it up, for someone in need; I will raise a Hallelujah. I will say yes, would absolutely love to… be part of Your story. For I have something, and I’m absolutely sure; it belongs to You!

When I had no words, Your love became the voice. You filled the void, and left so much love. When I felt it was broken, You said not to You. Even when I thought it was so flawed, You said it was perfect. You see beautiful, in to me You see. It’s hasn’t always been clean hands, but behind the veil. Behind what I desperately tried not to reveal, You saw something becoming… pure. You see, right there; that’s what I’m talking about! It’s things like that, words I can hold so close. You keep leaving pieces of Your love, echoing over and over inside. It has left such a deep impression, a love that resonates profoundly within, and resounds deeply!

What can I say, grateful would even be an understatement. It doesn’t belong to me, this heart of mine. Someday, may there be proof. That Your love has shaped me, into a man… after Your own heart. Many may never get it, may never truly see why? But all will be revealed, when My heart, My soul, My passion, My love, My breath; has no more words. I say My, but I know; the I Am, is You. My Hallelujah, It Belongs to You!

“But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me!” 2 Corinthians 12:9 NIV

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Concede!

I Concede, yes, it’s true; my heart can’t even deny it. So therefore I admit, I must confess. There’s no resisting, absolutely no denial of the truth. No need to uncover, no need to pry out of me. What my soul can’t help but reveal, what my heart must Concede… is what I absolutely need. There is no refuting, what my soul would never refuse. I must yield, but relentlessly pursue. I will run, but yet be still. I am Conceding, but will never worry about ever being defeated. This is not about an overreaction to an emotion, but a reaction to an overwhelming feeling. So I Concede, that my soul is learning how to be still, but a heart still needing to be moved. By a love that took hold of my heart, and has never once Conceded the love. So therefore I must Concede; the thirsting of my soul, begets the craving within my heart!

No one can ever take, what has to first be Conceded. Hearts have to Concede to listen, to the truth love speaks. And stop to hear, what not even words can say. Hearing, but knowing. Believe, but not because you already see. Feel, because you know how to be still. So many say, they hear when love speaks, but yet never listen… to what it truly means. Why now, I will always win; but first I had to Concede. Being loved, was never meant to be about the giving up, but the surrender. Not about the strength to always win, but the power needed to overcome. Not about forfeiting, but the relinquishing. Yes, we should all Concede; that the truth within the power of love, first begins with a Sacrifice!

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Fun Friday; The Logical Approach!

Reasoning, heart trying to be moved… by sound logic. Two hearts in love, trying to reconcile the differences. A two sided discussion, between two hearts squared. Even minded, but yet minus the needed cohesiveness; should always equal a reasonable outcome. Even as the years goes by, one resolve needs to be… in the form of a firm commitment. So therefore, for two equal but opposite factors. To show a positive reaction, it should be expressed… in the form of a question; will the love be a lifetime expression? The heart has much complexity, and even if the equation is two hearts at odds? A disconnect, should at some point be a reconnect. Two hearts connected, by a bond beyond comprehension. There are always problems to solve, but should always be figured out together!

So therefore, if Venus revolves on one axis, and Mars on an entirely different rotation. What becomes the common denominator, to solve the differences; that will make the dilemma become just one… heartbeat? Even if the stars don’t align, the math still works. Plus nothing, minus nothing; how the heart was formulated, by The Creator. The unreasoned deduction, based on the shorthand technique, can evolve into the shot-tempered… approach. The coming together, is always the answer. When beautiful minds, are not fixated on the problem, but the resolve. Not allowing the heart, time to solve the discrepancies. Extrapolate what is the best approach? A step back, and the reflect back; on the wonderful years. Not quick to dismiss sensible thinking, and replace it with a rash unfounded reasoning. Staying in love, should never be based on statistics, existing trends. That says the process is flawed, but doesn’t take into consideration. That every relationship has flaws, and hearts are not perfect!

Never base the answer on assumptions, or a populous group think. It’s not about graphs, or a certain range of answer (s); but the appropriate answer. The love CAN be reconciled, if also taken with a logical approach. Logic plays a pivotal role, when trying to solve a problem. But true love the crucial element, for two hearts to thrive. Remember to apply strict principles, then you will be in the right frame of heart. To evaluate the entire situation, with a sound logistical deduction. Don’t rely on a systematic approach, but a specific course of action. Within a certain line of reasoning, but not just a symbolic interpretation. Adding the sum is never easy, if the love is still just a fraction… of what it should be. For some, it’s to the power of; but the truth based on a hypothesis. The logic, still missing one key factor. The heart, of the some… one you’re with; what solves any conundrum. I am an analytical thinker, but yet I also know to refer; to the original blueprint, based on a sound doctrine. “Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance!”

The mind, can never truly define; the matters of the heart. The true answer can enlighten the mind, but yet can still blind the heart. Why the response should always be wise, but with a clear interpretation. It may not always make sense, but needs to be characterized; through the framework of truth. Impartial to outside influences, never limited by… a one sided viewpoint. So that the breadth, can become the true depth; through an intelligent analysis. When the answer to any question, is deeply conceived; between heart and soul. Don’t let trying to solve heart matters, be a trigonometry moment. One simple problem that can be easily solved, gets triggered by a negative reaction. A question posed, becomes a mathematical dilemma. Two sides to the argument, two different angles involved. One wants to triangulate both sides, the other believes adding in the emotion factor… is a relevant function. One simple problem, reverts back to the original problem. Two hearts divided, without knowing an easy resolution. Matters of the heart are complex, and even though I like to have fun with words, and humorous expressions. Even though I use different way to convey the love factor, there’s always a serious component. And make sure, they’re also based on; The Logical Approach!

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The Message; Waiting!

Waiting for change, waiting on a change; waiting to be changed. Waiting for the moment, waiting within the moment. Hoping for the opportunity, hoping it doesn’t become a missed opportunity; to be profoundly changed. A heart, hoping a change will come. The soul in need, for the change to be evident. So it becomes a soul anxiously waiting, a heart breathlessly waiting… in anticipation; for a forever change. But faith has to first teach the heart, how to be still. Training an anxious soul to know, hope is the pivotal trait… of any fighter. Faith and hope, are action words. Hope a whisper in the dark, faith what moves… underneath every breath. So train the mind to be vigilant, teach the heart how to stay faithful; and in the waiting… let your soul breathe!

So many hearts are content, staying in your lane; not willing to cross the line. But, for the change to take effect? The act, therefore; needs to become a verb. Hearts are waiting for the world to change, not realizing; first look for a move of God… within their own heart. You can’t truly effect change, if you don’t already know; change first starts within. Free the heart and soul, then a different mind… set will follow. It’s not about a change in direction, but a shift in the perspective. The night doesn’t last forever, at dawn the light makes the darkness fall. To shed light, on blinded hearts. Even if the change is delayed, hope found… is faith always on display. If you know how to wait once, then you know the how to… do it again!

Mountains will move, and chains must fall. What is a sea, underneath it all. The promise still stands, great is God’s faithfulness. Crooked paths made straight, within a life well lived; every day, live it well. Waiting, doesn’t mean nothing happening, doesn’t mean nothing is moving. Even if you can’t see it, faith is working. Even if you don’t feel it, hope is moving. They don’t stop, never stop looking. For a chance to start moving, when your faith starts working. In the stillness, and under the quiet. Not to prove anything, but as a test for everything. Faith is not swayed by doubts, hope not persuaded to retreat; by the circumstance!

Faith is too strong, to fail; hope too brave, to ever be defeated. Trusting in God’s love, makes your faith better than it was. Stronger than you ever hoped, or believed it would ever be. What the world thinks should fail, when you don’t focus on the chaos… but God. When you apply hope and faith, to any situation. There has to be a shift… within the heart, then mind. So, find peace in the waiting. Comfort, within the understanding. That faith without the action, will never a heart that knows how to trust; a soul not knowing true stillness. Just know, He’s already there. His love is a whisper in the wind, a reflection in the shadows. The ray of sunshine, the light shining… through the Son!

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Don’t Make Love A Sport!

Why do we tend to fake right, then go left. Trying to avoid an encounter, with matters of the heart. Trying to be a baller, when you just need to be the man… you’re needed to be. Just relying on the high, but then it’s the love… fade away; no follow through. Love is not a game, the heart not something to be played with. Love is a gift to treasure, cherished, adored. Embraced, held real close; if you truly want to win a heart. Love should never be gambled away, betting that the love will always be there. Relying on lady luck, or too hot to lose. You may have the best poker face, but can you read when the time has come… to go all in? Don’t let it be a guessing game, or just trying to read facial expressions. It should always be the moment, you made the commitment; to put all your heart on the table!

Hearts are often broken, the moment such a precious gift. Is put on a shelf like a trophy, then forgotten by the heart. Just there to be shown off, as your most prized accomplishment. A love in plain sight, but lacking so much attention… to what is in the details. You see, I know this. For I have dropped the ball, fumbled; struck out a few too many times. Missed a wide open opportunity, to catch a heart in need. You can think you’ve scored a touchdown in love, but still have a flag on the play. Only to repeat, what you believed to be the right move. The love needs to touch… deep down within the heart. Just like when it was a knee down, and the love within the heart… not just emotions. Come correct, show what your heart is working with!

Yes, sometimes it can feel, like the goal post keeps moving. Don’t lose hope, keep making the attempt; be in it, to win at it. It’s not about making all the right decisions, but that you continue to be faithful… even in the little things. Eventually there will be a shift, a true coming together… between heart and soul. If you truly want love, to be forever in love? Turn off the shot clock, it’s not about who gets in the best shots. Throw away the score card, it’s not about how many rounds you can endure. Don’t let it be a love T.K.O. Fight for forever and always. Forget about the highlight reel, but keeping it real. Don’t make it be about hang… in time, or about a love of the games. The only question you need to ask yourself. Do you want to retire… each night next to someone special, or about letting a devastating injury; be two broken… hearts? Don’t Make Love a Sport, but a matter of the heart. Winning in love should truly everything, it was meant to be!

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A Friday Story; The Arrested Heart!

Most hearts believe they’re living free, but yet still not knowing; how to escape a prison, built within their own mind. Even a beautiful mind, can still contemplate. What would become of their heart, if the power of positive thinking. Could control the desired outcome; within mind, body, and soul? How can a heart ever realize true freedom, if thoughts alone are able to arrest the heart? As a child, my heart found solace; living in an introverted world. Alone within my own closed off minded thinking, enamored with me, myself, and I. My heart became the easy target, to what might seem like a victimless crime. Someone trying to make a withdrawal, without first making an adequate deposit. Love was the currency, but my heart was heavily guarded!

A prisoner to a mind always thinking, always twinkling; trying to make light, a vivid imagination. A heart living within my cold world, and those around me… numb to the chaos. So therefore, it became a heart arrested. Locked up in a solitary confinement, by thoughts becoming. Handcuffed to, but not shackled by. Chains fall, didn’t have the power to bind. When a soul is predestined, to live free… of the darkness. A soul learning how to thrive, not just survive. Within a solitary confinement, there was an interlude; a breaking point. My heart was hearing whispers, underneath my breath. It wasn’t a mind going crazy, but a heart learning how to breathe… for the first time. A mind letting go, a heart learning how to take control. My truth has power, my heart with words to resonate. A soul getting a moment, to speak through the voice called love!

That’s the back story, a heart trying to tell the story; love is the storyteller. My heart is just the pen, the love is the ink. The journey is life, but the story is the journey. The best part, started with hands up; then on my knees. It was a soul surrender, the Arresting of a heart; was the humbling experience. A soul face down in the muck, a jar of clay being molded; beauty for ashes. For a heart that never banked, on being a Teller… of stories. A heart coming from living in an introverted world. My heart was never interested, in making substantive withdrawals. I learned from an early age, that the thief comes to steal; but that never bothered my mind. You see, when you haven’t really been given the kind of love, worth depositing. The love isn’t something, my heart could bank on. But unbeknownst to my heart, there was a lover of my soul!

Judge, I throw my soul… at the foot of Your mercy. Sentence my mind, forty days and forty night. Let my heart go free, with time served; within a solitary confinement. I will never again, allow my love; to be confined, but defined. Defining moments within life, to see a mind release, a heart freed. No more walls, the love once locked away… now forever set free. Why the latter, better than the former. A heart no longer enslaved, not to fear; but a captivating mind. I had to let love raid my mind, invade my soul. So that a prevailing love, could set free… a captivated heart. Love, arrest my heart. If an over zealous mind, tries to put a heart set free; into another Solitary Confinement!

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