Take moral inventory and get right with your maker.

Pray he keeps us from the battle, but pray harder that he covers us with his courageous hand, holding us to stand.

Learn to appreciate the things we take for granted, because soon those will be our only blessings.

Regarding your children, show them love and build their strength by loving and being strong for them in your thoughts and actions.

Balance your time listening to the war drums whose loud overtones are born from the evil one, sent to destroy and destruct.
But don’t ignore them for they are bringing this battle to your door.

The answer though cannot be a ban on any man’s freedom of speech or expression, rather learn to decipher when the evil one has captured their throats.

We are all given freedom of choice from the highest realms of heaven, but we must not pause when it is the evil spirit that wins out a man’s soul.

We are facing a hard journey, so at the last we must ask for God’s mercy and know that the path of freedom must always be rooted back into the soil of forgiveness. 

The lines won’t be so blurry–

My hands, no longer scurry-

It’s okay after all…

To not be in such a hurry.

Stars & Moon shots are challenging for a beginner. I’ll get there.

He held her hand as they walked down the familiar path she’d walked down thousands of nights before.

She stopped at the pale blue house with the large front window, and turning to look at him, she said, “I walked past this house on Christmas last year. From here I looked in at the family gathered around the tree, smiling, laughing and celebrating. It was a  cold night, but somehow in that moment it felt warm and safe. That’s when I knew, everything about you felt like Christmas. Yet here I stood outside on this sidewalk, alone. I cried because I thought you were gone.”

He reached down to put his hands around her face, bringing his gaze down to align with the green of her eyes.

“What do you see now?”

“I see, you.”

“Well, from where I’m standing I’m looking into the window of where I want to call home. And I promise you won’t ever walk by yourself on Christmas Day again.”

In that moment, the snow began to fall. Yet her heart began to thaw.

We all start somewhere. You take the time to know the steps. Or you take a leap into trial and error.

I leap everytime.