The author of our faith.

I often think about what it 's I really believe, only to realize it is who I believe in that matters. The One who began our story sees it to completition, gracefully written and beautifully so in the days and seasons of our lives. There are so many things I wish I could take back, because they take me back to those times I failed without reason. And again, I become drawn like a fish in a net to Romans 8:28 over and over again. That scripture is my favorite. It guides me to His perfect will, and reminds me this life is not, and never was really mine. We are God's work, will, and declaration to this world. This fact makes me feel small, humble, and powerful beyond compare.

In Christ Jesus, our transformation begins in our minds and hearts in sync, the orchestrated purpose beginning when we know that what we have heard is not just right; it is true. Accountability begins in these moments of realization. We ask not again the reason for living, but our individual purpose in life. Vessels we are, formerly clay, molded in His will by the very hands that shape our faith and guide our heart. Today, protecting our minds against the lies and deception in and of this world is all the more imperative. The ruler of the air of this world is after what we think, feel, hear and see. Keep your eyes fixed upon Jesus.

Our thoughts become the engine to our seeds of motivation. Where you are going and how you are growing depends often upon what we think, how we feel and what we believe. Yet again, I am inclined to abandon what I believe and hand this notion over to Who I believe in. I meditate on the book of Acts many times. The fire and power displayed in faith by the faithful in Christ Jesus long before a bible was written or a church was built. These warriors changed the world, and it was and still is Christ Jesus through the power of the Holy Spirit that totally rocked the Roman ruled era to its desolation. As the temple in Jerusalem was being left destroyed, a new creation was being built forever. It was and is the temple within ourselves, and that being the very presence and perfection of God within us. His residence now our only home. His glory becoming a light to this world, salt to the world, and over all, love, real love, to those lost among us.

Love is...

Love is no art or science. No mathematical algorithms can define in numbers what it feels like to know what love is. It is pleasure and pain, sometimes it's the rain and the Sun. It is the times of your life and found in the tears we cry. It's a flower just because, it's what it is in what we see, and not what things that used to be. Love is found under creek rocks when I was 10, those innocent memories I can never abandon; love does that. It is the fragility we see in those once strong, and strength come alive in a man once weak. Love is the enduring promise deep within that tomorrow will be better for you and for me. It is overcoming our yesterday's come what may, and enduring what yet remains. Love recalls not the times we have failed, for it makes a pathway of the stones that made us fall. Love believes without regret and holds on in faith for dear life. It waits for the new day to dawn on the darkness of our past, a candle in the wind to the storms of our life. It is whispers in the ear that calm the heart of the troubled; it is the hand that reaches out without restraint. Love is found in the many little things we recall on a rainy day thinking about mom and dad and days behind wrapped in simplicity. It is big brother who is larger than life and smaller than me. It knows no boundaries aside from the walls we choose to contain it. Love is from God our Father, found in His Son Jesus. It is a gift to know, a blessing to give, the reasons we die for the reasons we live. It never fails. It completes the broken and heals the shattered. It puts us back together, when all we used to see in the reflection of ourselves was regret.