Freedom?

The world offers none.

There are some things

Distractions I call them,

That like to twinkle their way into lives

Always there, yet never enough

How?

How is it that us humans walk from day to day in ignorance

We look at the sky

The sun reflecting off clouds, mere droplets of water floating in the sky

We swim in the ocean, bigger than we can wrap our tiny minds around

We hike up hills and fall in love

We love are families and we hate things that make us feel inferior

We obsess

We fight

We have really beautiful moments

And we have really hard memories

We lose things

And we change and yet stay the same through and through

And I could continue to write about the human experience

I could write about our washy feelings

How they cover us up and make us messy

How they dress are faces in tears of joy and hurt

How we act complex

And yet we are fools at the same time

How we dance around heartache but tiptoe around truth

I could write about how special each of us are

But why?

What is the meaning of it all?

We feel so deeply

We love so hard

We go through fires

And some come out the other side

But Why?

You see, there is something missing

And yet it stands like an elephant in the room

It weighs on us because it is meant to be our foundation

So many continue to live their lives in darkness

There are no words

I always have trouble explaining God to someone who doesn’t know Him

Because He is bigger than I could ever try to describe

Were I to speak of His deeds their would be too many to say

He is kinder than a smile reaching cheek to cheek

He is more than A Father

He paints the sky

And flashes lighting

But He is more than an artist

We are personal

We see someone hurt and often we feel hurt as well

Why?

Who taught us this?

Have you ever wondered why we are made the way we are?

Why is it that we fall in love?

Why is it that we are always wanting to chase after something or love someone more than ourselves?

It’s not by accident

And it is not a bad thing

We often think chasing after things is bad

Actually it’s quite beautiful when we do it the right way

It means we feel empty when left to just satisfy our own selves

God created us to worship

And I like to think of worship as chasing after God

What would happen if we started thinking about God as much as we think of ourselves

Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?

The very word of God tells us that are feeble minds are holding us back from our true purpose.

I encourage you to take a break from worshipping the blessings God has gifted us and adore the blesser instead.

I am at fault of this just as much as you

But our gracious God is loving and able to forgive

And no plan of His can be thwarted