What it's really about....

It's not the fact that sin is the beginning. It's about that love is the end.

It's not about the flaws we hold, but the beauty we store.

It's not about a life of rules and good morals, but living a life without limits.

It's not about doing good deeds, but whether your heart can one day be the cause of those deeds.

It's not about a life we should not live. It's about a life we were made to live.

It's not about a life striving for perfection, but a life knowing we have perfection.

It's not just about learning. It's about growing and teaching.

It's not just learning how to stand, but learning how to fall and stand back up.

It's not the idea that hope is foolish. It's the idea that it can save.

It's not about religion. It's about our relationship with Him.

It's not about knowing we are not perfect. It's about knowing that we are redeemed...

Thinking: Part 1

I've been re-evaluating my thoughts as of lately. It's a strange idea when you actually think about. And actually thinking about that idea is even stranger.

Think about it:
You think of a thought. Then you think about those thoughts and decipher why those thoughts pieced together in your mind (such as the cause or personal mental processing). Sometimes you take it a step farther (I'm pretty sure it's not further) and think of a way to make that thought into reality, or ways to dispose those thoughts or mental thinking (at least I do sometimes in a ways to improve myself).

On top of all of this thinking is actually thinking about that thinking.

I think my brain is done thinking about this thinking for now. I will continue on my next post...

Friend

It's been awhile old friend,
you still haven't changed your delicate ways.
You still have that wrinkled smirk on your face,
and no one will be granted to steal that,
not after what you have done,
not after the life you have outlived.

So go on living out the days,
there is no reason to hide.
No one can stop you now,
so let your light shine freely,
fly to your highest height,
I'll always be here for you.

Showing up to War

It's been awhile since I wrote. I'm keeping this one short, and brief compared to my other stuff.

Imagine this:
You are living in the Middle Ages and are a knight for a righteous King. The King has blessed you, provided for you, and given justice and freedom to his people. But an has enemy come to bring war upon the city in which you dwell in. The King continues to give provisions but as weapons he has only sent sticks asking to trust him on his decision. Flicking the stick around but not seeing any significance except for it's power to break in two, you abandon the idea of war as for having no weapons, grab your belongings and flee the area...

We are equipped beyond what we are probably used to or can actually see but there is no use to it if we don't even show up for battle.

You have the best hand, are you going to fold for a bluff?

Thoughts...