It might be just a small faith, in a sea of so much eMotion. You don’t need a boat load of hope, for a heart to stay afloat. Just the anchor, that keeps a soul from drowning. Even though the tears are an ocean, and every breath another tidal wave. Even though your hear, seems so far out into the blue. Tears, don’t mean your soul is losing. Seeing a wreak, doesn’t mean hope is lost. The mind might be closed off, just leave the heart open… to hear you are loved. May your soul find strength, in the midst of the stillness. When your heart finds the quietness, let your soul listen for a whisper… of love. May your soul know true peace, proof that you will be okay; that your heart will go on. It might be a fight, just trying to keep it together; but hope is never lost. Let love be the song, telling your soul that’s your fight song; that your heart will go on… beating!
When the tide seems to be raising, when the heart feels overwhelmed. When the feeling, is a heart in too deep. Knowing to what depth, never the problem. For a heart, that wants to love deeply. Staying submerged in a deeper love, what becomes the soul craving. A little darkness, doesn’t mean a fire isn’t burning. A little water, doesn’t mean the flame will ever stop raging. There is a voice, a song in the night. With power to let faith rise again, to turn every battle cry… into a victory. Just taking one step, one foot in front of the other. Shows you’re stronger, than you even know. Within the heart of a warrior… there a fight song. It doesn’t matter, what anyone else believes; your heart is a fighter. Even when it feels the fight within is gone, believe with heart and soul. Don’t lose heart, don’t let your soul lose sleep. You have a fight song, let God’s love sing your soul a lullaby. Shh, rest; go from strength to strength, glory to glory. You’re gonna be okay, a heart forever changed!
Fight song is a song by, Rachel Platten. We are midway into the month, and I have heard, or read about so many who are going through something. For all those fighting something, or feeling Pain because of someone? Cancer, Loss, Suicide, Chronic illness; this is dedicated to you. In this life we will have trouble, and even though we try to guard our hearts; some days it’s a fight. I pray within your heart you know, you never have to fight through it alone. God is there, in whatever becomes the overwhelming struggle!
• Right up front I will let you know, this is a bit longer than usual. A part of the story, that was laid on my heart this week; to write and share. May it be a blessing, may it move you… closer to His heart!
For as far back as my heart can remember, I can see how God’s love; has been my refuge. Before my heart knew how to breathe, He was already my breath. Whenever my soul wanted to hide from the world, Hide and Seek; what the heart within a silent river, played day after day. My heart knew how to be quiet, but my soul restless; not yet knowing the stillness. But God, His love always knew; exactly where to find my heart. When my soul started the seeking; His love, what my heart found… every time. The heart of a child, didn’t yet know how to truly feel; but my soul, within an embrace. Why my heart can say, without any hesitation; I Can’t… do anything on my own. Every day is a fight, but never a struggle… for my heart. Even when my heart didn’t yet understand, my soul knew a long time ago; who I am, and who is the breadth. My heart can breathe, but I Can’t… take a breath; if not through His love!
He says I can do all things, but I know; only if His love… is what moves me. He says I’m a conqueror, but I couldn’t win a single battle; in my own strength. I can tell ten thousand stories, in my own words, but I still wouldn’t be able to move a single heart. If His love wasn’t the breath, breathing through each verse. I could repeat a thousand times; I think I can, I think I can. We can say all the right words, but it takes faith to believe… you can. When I stumble, I don’t have to worry about the fall. He died, so His love can show a heart… how to rise again. So many think, that I am so strong; but I tell you the truth. I would be truly weak, if His love wasn’t the power… that moves within. What can ever compare, to the greatest love; a heart will ever know?
Let me share with you, why iWirte. Why my heart is just the pen, His love forever the ink. About ten years ago, I had a moment, an encounter; a shift within my heart and soul. I was a Christian for twenty four years, doing everything asked of my heart. Head down, heart wide open; but the journey. One faithful step forward, only to see all the footprints; get washed away. A heart devastated, just like that little boy; a heart feeling so alone. But God, He took my heart; back through the pages of my life. To show, to reveal to my heart; the times when His love… never left me. That it was His love pulling me through, from what should have broken my spirit. You see, my praying grandmother made sure from I could walk; that God’s love, would be a part of my life. Even though He had a hold of my soul, I didn’t give Him my heart; until the age of fifteen. After giving my heart, the focused was just one thing; His love. My heart was so in love, but why not. Unbeknownst to the heart of a child, God was loving on my soul… for fifteen years!
I don’t believe in fairy tales, I trust in God. There is truly nothing in the world, I want, there’s nothing my heart will ever need; than this love. The search for love was over, the very moment I could clearly see. There’s a captivating love story, written on my heart. Why my soul no longer needs to hide, because my heart will forever seek. I Can’t, I Couldn’t, I Won’t, I Don’t… want to breathe, or even take a breath. If this love, is not what moves my heart. A textbook introvert, gave his heart. To receive sight, through an awoken soul. This love will always have my heart, for when I needed it the most; His love hovered. Creating within my soul, a deeper meaning to love. I Can’t do nothing; But, God Can… do it all. Joy, Hope, Peace, Strength; a Refuge. I Can’t even take credit, for who I am. His Story, His Voice; my heart; but His Love… within. Father, everything my soul has ever searched for, found complete… in You!
Thirty three years, that’s how long; I’ve been driving… my Mrs Daisy, my May flower. Now I would never call her a back seat driver, shot gun; her love is right next to my heart. Oh, how I need her love near, so she can keep it real… close; whispers of love… In My Ear. You’re turning the wrong way… Captain, Obvious… ly, dear. I just wanted to hear your love speak… to my heart. Turn by turn, your love moves me; your attention to details… so sweet. This love has never been a bed of roses, but hearts forever in bloom. All roses have a stem… of problems, but the love for; should never be what withers away!
I spend all week working, but babe that will never mean. My heart isn’t also banking some time… deep within my soul. Just so my heart, can spend all those saved up hours with you. This world seems to be going crazy, so many hearts stuck… running ragged in the rat race. Zoom, zoom; but the question they need to ask, who’s zooming who? It’s not about how fast the heart goes, but how to appreciate each moment. For us, the drive is the getaway; a moment to slip away. Two hearts racing, but two souls at peace; cruising up the highway… called heaven. Oh girl, shhh… no need to say a word; I just want to hear the sweet music. Girl, that’s my jam; turn up the volume. I will never get tired, listening to the rhythm… of your beating heart. Let the music play, your love is still so groovy!
A little over thirty one years ago, I strapped my heart into the driver’s seat. Threw the rear view mirror out the window, grabbed hold of my destiny. Some thought our hearts were too young, so many said the drive; “#Wouldn’t Last!” They say, the first five years of a marriage… is the hardest. I have found in my thirty one year experience. The key, not just in the ignition. Not even about, what kind of gas is in the tank; but what is the true source… of the sustaining power? It’s not about steping on the gas, but if the heart truly knows how; to accelerate… the love? I believe, what help to fortify the love. When the heart chooses to focus, on true undistracted devotion… to God!
My love, my bride; thank you. When my mind is in a fog, the light hovers; but your love, also helps to steer my heart. I’m not always sure what will be the destination, but one thing I know; to let our hearts decide. A short trip… down memory lane, or what drives us… to keep our focused on forever? Your love is a fun ride, all the bumpy roads. Even the ups and downs; whoo… my heart still enjoys it all. Love isn’t about the distance, but the journey… together. Never about the road we choose, but the places the love takes our hearts. Love is a two way street, but my heart sees it only one way. I might be in the drivers seat, but we will always need Jesus… to take the wheel. His love, what drives our heart. He is the only one, that knows the way; to our final destination. When it’s time to go home, it will be you and me; homeward bound, together… Forever!
• My wife and I, have been driving together for thirty three years. We started as teenagers, then when we got married; and it was with our kids. The kids are all grown, and for last five or so years; we haven’t been doing drives. About a year or so, she suggested that we go on Sunday drives. At first I didn’t really want to, but then said yes. Now every summer, we go on Sunday drives. I pick a destination, and we go driving for about 3-4 hours! Have a wonderful weekend!
he descended from the prestigious line of Davidson’s. Harley was rough around the edges, but when Harley graced you with his presence, you could see that Harley was top notch. The riveted exterior, was sure to catch your eye. Harley, was one of those so called; “bad boys.” People seemed to just gravitate, to Harley’s magnetism and charm. People would come in droves, just so they could say; we’re associated with the Harley family. So many have come, trying to dethrone Harley… from his pedestal, but to no avail. They would just end up peddling away, no BMX bike… could ever beat a Harley. Go ahead, Tour de France; do a little sightseeing. Check out the Tower, after you’ve had an Eye… Full; Harley will still be head and shoulder above the rest. Take a number, lean back and enjoy the show; it won’t be a competition. Just another show… off, looking for fifteen minutes of fame!
When the peddle collides with the medal, and while you’re still admiring the chrome. A sight you shall surely see, as Harley leaves you in the dust… off another trophy. For to this day, Harley has established himself; as The premier bad boy. Yes, Harley of the Davidson clan; you are such a road hog. But the plain and simple truth; “who can ever deny you this privilege?” You are a chopper, and over the years you have sent the competition… to the chop shop. You are too much of a class act, to ever make it be all about the streets. Harley is not hood, but can dust up; throw down with the best of them. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Harley you kill dem with it. Harley, you have more than earned your status, and rightly so. Vroom Vroom, Harley; you’re definitely a force… to be reckoned with!
I wrote this four years ago for my own amusement, but thought I would share it; I call it a iTreat, something different. Every so often I will share some of my interesting observations. I don’t own, or have any desire to ride a motorcycle. When I was a kid, Harley’s were interesting bikes; this is my take on the story. Below also is a quote, on a picture that can be saved. The tag theme is Happiness; picked by Renee @ Heart Tokens!
Does what you see on the outside, through the lens of your own heart; enough to figure me out? Are my actions distinct, noticeable? Or only notable, through telltale signs? May my heart truly paint the picture, tell a true love story. May it be more than just a noted tale, but the sign; of a heart forever changed? Perhaps like others, you feel the need to put my heart in a box; then label it… fragile, too easy to break. So many have tried to figure me out, analyze my heart. Yes, to know me requires a bit more Action, on your part. The human brain is complex, and I am a very complexed individual. A man made, not a made man; by anyone else’s standards. I try to not let my heart, be just another G.I. (Good Individual). Just another Joe, just another action figure; with a plastic smile. We sometimes have to fight wars, but I never rely on my own strength; to win each battle!
Here‘s the fun side, and you all know this; “everybody likes Kung fu fighting.” Well, when I say everybody; I mean me, myself, and I do. Bruce… Lee… was… the… best, always… lots… of… action; the kicks were fast as lightning. Even though there was a pause… between the words, and the lips moving; the Action was on point, ha. How about that Buzz Lightyear, always going… beyond; a true action figure. That’s right, I’m an Action guy. Okay, I admit, at times; there’s drama being played… out in my house. Yeah, I’m not ashamed to say; I’ve watched my share of the proverbial; “chick flick.” But the strangest thing, at times I’ve had to turn away; “whenever something got in my eye.” As a man, it’s not always easy; to understand the true mysteries of the heart. But that will never stop this man of Action, from trying to get to the heart; of what truly matters. I am not on a quest, to find a lost relic. This is about a chase after, that which is truly forever. To discover, I have to Ask, have to Seek; Knock… down every vain imagination. To discover the truth, about who I truly am? What I have found, a treasure. A precious love, near and dear to my heart!
Sometimes, the O.C.D wants to jump in, with one intention. To mix it up, with the more responsible side of my heart. Leaving the heart desperate, trying to figure out; is it Me, Myself, or I… don’t know? One thing my heart does know, the culprit; however unlikely the suspect, must be the cause… Sherlock. They say Actions, sometimes speak louder than words; but please don’t get it twisted. Seeing what you think you see, that will still never be enough; to figure out this peculiar soul. A man trying to love absolute. So riddle me this; “what therefore is absolute? If the love within, is not based on the absolute truth?” I tell you, if the absolute truth is not part of each Action; then the act itself, therefore becomes meaningless. So let me be absolutely clear, so my words are not lost in the translation; from heart to mouth. This day, and every single day thereafter. I freely give love, and try to do so; wholeheartedly.
All my life, I’ve tried to be good. Held my tongue, so God’s love could hold my heart… close. Go figure, this once silent river. Has been chosen, a heart called… into Action; for such a time as this. My heart has seen a lot, but some things; my heart can no longer ignore. Others can question my Actions, have an issue wIth my faulty heart; but no one will be able, to judge my soul. Buy my silence, steal my voice. My words will never be a beat down, just a how to… build up. I may not be able to leap tall buildings, but my faith; can ever be bound. By a two-sided label, or put into a cute little box. Action, is not just about being a hero; but how to be a true Action Figure. With a heart made to be authentic, not molded by an ever changing standard. Solidified, within a plastic facade!