Struggle 

Poetry

There’s a little extra pain in my tears

A little more sorrow in my heart

The struggle is getting the best of me 

Each day I’m not sure how to start

One breath at a time

I slowly move forward and pray

That I’ll see something, hear a word

That sounds different than it did yesterday

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Only Human

Poetry

I blame you not

For my disappointment 

For my heartache

Nor my sin

I blame you not

For your imperfections

Your mistakes

Nor your thoughts within

Contentment

Poetry

I asked for years how to find itI searched, pleaded, implored

Imposters came and went until

One day it arrived at my door
It came in unannounced

Hidden by the storm outside

It learned it’s way around

Waiting for me to recognize
So when the storm ended

I looked to see where it went

And standing right beside me

There it was, true contentment.
Philippians 4:11-13
…for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.

Race of Life

Analogies

It’s official, I think and analyze too much. But I love it! I ran a 5k this morning and of course could not live through it without turning it into a metaphor on life. 

I just found that while running, little adjustments to my focus made a big difference to how I felt and how I ran. And isn’t that so true in our daily walk as well? I can think about how much longer I have to go or how my legs are tired and just try to accept where I am (which is sometimes needed and good for sure). But when I looked ahead to where I wanted and needed to be, my running improved. So here is my poem, ‘Ode to Running’? Or maybe ‘Look Ahead’ 😊

Look ahead!

It’ll make your feet move faster

Look ahead

There are goals to keep in sight

Look ahead

As the past moves further behind you

Look ahead

Keep your gaze set right
When you win

Celebrate your victories

When you are steady

Accept your pace

When you slow down

Keep on pushing

When you are done, rest

Then get ready for the next race

Your Junk is Worse

Poetry

My junk isn’t as bad as yours

I’m comfortable in mine,

I’m familiar with every crumb

It’s been here all my life

But when I see yours, 

My goodness what a mess!

You should really clean that up

Keep working, try your best.

See all my junk has a reason 

An explanation for every hurt

A story behind every bruise

But I’m comfy in my dirt.

But to me, yours has no reason

I wasn’t there and didn’t see

I don’t understand your mess

So your junk looks worse to me.
Luke 6:31

Do to others as you would like them to do to you.

Matthew 7:1-5
Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged.

And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying to your friend, ‘Let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,’ when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.