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Weeds…

Have you ever felt insignificant, Like a weed? Perhaps even a bit resentful at the thought of you’re life being played out as a supporting role in someone else’s

“big life”?

Perhaps your a frog who dreamed of being a prince…

Or maybe a plain old brick that wanted to become a great building!

The ugly duckling?

Many of us are inclined to see our ambitions as the problem. Reasoning that to act on the desire to rise above our apparent station in life is to choose to be openly discontented in our present circumstances.  And the only “call” on our lives that we’re aware of has to do with maintaining our status quo.  Change is an uncertain thing and depending on the results of it,  it can sometimes be looked upon by others as a vain manifestation of our selfcenteredness…and that’s BAD!

Isn’t it?

Blooming where we’re planted is the key, if I’m just a brick then I must be the best brick possible!

If I’m a weed, I’ll proudly and earnestly go about fulfilling Gods purpose for me!

That’s the ticket, forget about being a flower and just get happy!

After all, wherever you go, there YOU are!

If you weren’t happy as an ugly duckling then becoming a swan won’t solve your problem!

will it?

I believe it to be a very true statement that there is nothing so common in this world as men with God given talent and intellect. That they literally walk the streets, sleeping under bridges and in alleys.

“Well that’s crazy” you say, “how could that be, those people are bum’s?”

I believe it’s true because I’ve met them. It seems as though these men were at some point convinced that they were weeds, which is of course a lie. Everything in their lives beyond that point was merely living down to the expectations that were placed upon them. That’s not to shift the responsibility off of them, how could they not eventually come to know the truth? What could be more painful for them than to live with a yearning in their soul’s for the good and perfect will of the Father in their lives instead of their own profoundly misguided choices. Not to fret, our crafty enemy is ever ready to provide them with his  “answer”.  And so with the lie of  “I’m a weed” firmly implanted in their mind, and something to numb the pain, we can begin to understand the helplessness and hopelessness that’s expressed through the circumstances of their lives.

As much of a believer in education as I am, I’m an even bigger fan of people with a vision that can inspire others to put aside their personal agenda’s and start bailing the knee deep water out of the boat we’re all in! This nation has jumped the track, they say that in order to get a train back on the tracks after it derails you have to reverse it until you get back to it’s point of departure. How far back do you think that is? I’m not as impressed by how many diploma’s you may have on your wall, or with the capital letters that follow after your name as much as I am in knowing

“Do you know how to fix this and can you make this thing work?”

It’s always more cost efficient to take care of what we have than it is to repair or replace it. The investment that’s made through providing education and protection from harm to societies most vulnerable members is one that’s made in everyone’s best interest. The real payoff isn’t immediate, it’s a long term investment that societies make in their own future. It’s an investment that we’ve failed to make because our short-sighted leadership stood by while our real collective wealth as a society was plundered. It’s would’ve been cheap to fix at one point, especially if you give any credence to the sixteen to one exchange rate expressed in the phrase,

“an ounce of prevention is worth a whole pound of the cure”

Those who’s destiny it was to be the much needed missing elements of today’s society were thwarted through various means. The holocaust of abortion, our unchecked nationwide epidemic of drug/alcohol abuse, and the crown jewel of our undoing, the compromise of the American family! It’s a fairly common thing for men to take an old rusty car and restore it, not just because they hope to turn a profit from it but because they love doing it. How much more important is doing “rehab” work with people? And rewarding, look at the return on that investment in terms of the number of added hands being put towards the successful outcome of our common cause.

They say that a weed is a plant man hasn’t found a purpose or a use for yet, and that’s probably the best reason I don’t recommend looking to man for your validation! God made man in His own image, so that means your not a weed, and God does have a vitally important purpose for your life! So if you’re not a weed, who were you supposed to be? What part of the solution were you intended to provide? When will you decide to do whatever you can from this point on to make that happen? Where do you belong? Why…why not?

You’re not a weed, your significance is in the difference you can make in the lives of others who are perishing because of their need of what you have. That knawing feeling in your gut is from you holding back what God sent with you into this world. Have you had enough of Satan’s lies, or are you going to let him continue to steal from you? Is the life you’re living the life that God meant for you? How do you see the focus of your life and who’s glorified by it? If it’s not God, then friend you have a sin problem! And that’s a very bad thing,

I’ll tell you why…

Inside your heart,a still small voice, is calling out to you.

But it’s very easy to ignore, and do the things you do.

Just don’t ever wonder why Your life is filled with pain,

or why things never do work out as long as you remain

The one who’s will is served by the living of your life.

This is not the purpose, it’s the product of your strife.

He said that if we’d be His people, He would be our Lord.

And that the battle has been won,

we don’t need to lift the sword.

A life that’s lived to honor God really blesses you.

So just let go of all your sin

and thank the Lord it’s true!


From my book of poetry, “Something To Read Besides The Walls”

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Gods In It…(Pt.1)

Note to readers: This blog is a narrative of an as of yet still unfolding story which is my life. I’ve never done a three part piece but due to the complexity and length of the story I felt it was necessary. I do hope that you enjoy it…


Do you see the working of the Holy Spirit in your life on a regular basis? As human’s we’re entitled to see the events and circumstances of our lives in any way we choose according to our own beliefs. It’s the central feature of our free will to acknowledge something or nothing supernatural as playing a part in our lives. Many people believe in only what they can see, in the works of men or in their own abilities, some in luck and coincidence, still others see everything as having an intelligent plan behind it, they believe that everything happens for a reason, that there are no accidents and everything happens “on purpose”. I think this synopsis covers most of the bases, personally I believe that because God loves me He is vitally and passionately interested in every detail of my life! I can look back upon the years of my life and see His hand on me, places where He guided me, counseled me, and delivered me from and through so many things. I can also very easily see His love for me through His care and provision in my life. One thing I’ve noticed about how God seems to work is that when He does something it’s never about just one person. Whatever He does always affects many people who are related through circumstances in a positive way.

Gin rummy is a card game where you collect cards that have some sequential relationship to each other and then lay them down for points. The ultimate goal is to match up every card you have into a set of some type leaving you card-less and thus achieving  “Gin”!

My card game began back in February of ’06 early one morning when I fell on my slightly damp and slippery rough sawed oak front steps and completely tore my rotator cuff. After my surgery I was off of work for about 6mo’s. During that summer my wife also unfortunately lost her job as a nurse because of a procedural error she was blamed for which resulted in her nursing license being suspended. In August I went back to work and was digging myself out of the deep hole I was in when I was told my child support would be going from the 400.00 a month plus 150.00 towards arrears that I was regularly paying to a new total of 700.00 a month because of some medical bills I’d never seen but that I was now liable for. Also, it was decided by the government that I and my daughter needed to be automatically enrolled in the health care plan offered by my employer which cost me over 300.00 more a month, she already had insurance but hey, more is better right?

(as an aside,they also passed another law that had a dramatic and effect on my situation)

In order to try and cope with this financial tsunami I decided that the only thing for me to do was to try and get a better paying  job.  After completing an over the phone interview, J.B. Hunt told me that I was hired and that I should go to St. Louis, Mo. and report to orientation classes which I did.  ( I’m not sure how it has to do with the overall story but I feel as though I need to mention that my father passed away in July of this year which was immediately prior to my trip to St.Louis) Three days into it they told me that they can’t hire me because I have a preventable accident on my record. I was involved in an accident while driving an 18 wheeler in ’05 but I wasn’t cited for it by the investigating DOT officer’s.  After I quit working for them the company turned the accident in to the driver advocacy council (DAC) as being my fault which essentially black-balled me from getting any driving job. I came home in disgust, and a gentleman whom I had talked to previously about logging my property called me up out of the blue and said he could get right on it! I made a couple thousand dollars that I used to try and start up a home based internet business with a friend of mine which promptly failed. Everything I became involved with failed pretty much right away, nothing I tried worked out!  I remember at one point I was desperately trying to sell firewood, it was a Sunday and I had a load sold that was about three quarter’s finished. I decided that I wouldn’t finish the load because it was Sunday and I wanted to observe the sabbath. That night it rained hard and the next day when I tried to get my truck out it sank down to the axles in mud! That truck sat there for probably 3 months before my stepson brought out his skidder and winched it out.

I was getting discouraged…