December 2011
15 posts
He couldn’t see straight. He thought another loved him more. It’s benefits screamed out in temporary power. But, one night he couldn’t sleep. He curled up with a the good book and discovered something in the still of the night. His queen had saved his life. The benefits of her love sang softly off its pages. Dig through the temporary screams to find the everlasting truthful song....
He knew well enough to make her queen, but not enough to keep their love safe. So here she goes again, risking her life for him them you.
1: C’mon, let’s go to Mariah’s! Ugh. I’ll go by my…are you ok? You look REALLY tired!
2: …This is the best day of my life…
Merry Christmas. That little baby, that's my God....
Who is this child asleep in the manger? Tender and mild, this intimate Stranger? Recklessly, wildly loving a dangerous world Who is this light invading our darkness? Glorious might, the sun rising for us. Conquering night, He captures the hardest of hearts We sing
This is our God, living and breathing Call Him courageous, relentless, and brave This is our God, loving and reaching, Scandalous...
Oh, joyful judge. He grows stronger each day, yet use his power as fools. He bowed to another whom the his Loves would never. Now he is caught in a war, back turned to the ones who saved him, face down to the choices he makes.
As the story speeds on, reality crawls. They have not chosen yet their queen. She stood there in the spotlight. Her beauty made him uncomfortable. Does he see that his...
The new chosen queen opens the eyes of the joyful judge and cleans house. There were things that would have destroyed the judge, but because of the queen, he lives and grows stronger another day.
Imputation.
When God looks at me now, He sees Jesus. When God looks at my past, He sees Jesus.
You don’t know me. You don’t know what this means to me.
I know He knows what I’ve done and what I’ve thought. And the fact that He chose to transfer my filth, good and bad, onto Jesus, and transfer His perfection to me, speechless. I guess I hope my life speaks for my mouth.
Ed, He traded...
The winner is chosen. She is crowned, the new queen in town. Tears of joy flow as celebrating begins. Not by the new queen, but by the judge who found grace to choose her. The judge is the winner because Esther is queen.
I beg God that they’d crown Esther and win.
Perhaps a glimpse of life and death without a new queen has caused her to take a seat, shuffling in the judges chair. She’s heard Esther is the choice. She jumps to and needs the question and answer potion of the pageant. Who are you? Why do I need you? And how?
From the outside looking in, she is the obvious choice. Those other girls don’t stand a chance. However, from the inside, there’d be nothing special about her. But God has the same plan, she would be queen. So He draws them to her. Her beauty and worth begin to surface.
I want them to choose Esther, for her beauty and worth to surface. From the outside looking in, she is incomparable....
Definitely put a couch on our balcony. Definitely...
Their souls are holding this beauty pageant in the minds. They’ve each already got a queen, but something told them to look again. Esther stands present now. They just have to choose her.
How do I beg God to do something He is already doing and is controlling? I don’t really know. But, please.
1: “Do you know why Native Americans are called, ‘Indians?’”
2: “Because they’re Native American.”
1: “…”
[Man in his 50’s looks at my name tag at work.]
50’s: “Ed.”
Me: “Yes, sir.”
50’s: “Haha! It’s Ed.”
Me: “Haha, yeah…”
50’s: “Do we remember each other?”
Me: “From…”
50”s: “High school.”
Me: “…Oh…uh, ok…oh yeah! Is that you?”
...
"I'll be a pirate."