4 things

1. I am sickened today by manipulation and dishonesty I see all around me.

2. that must mean I have a truckload of the same stored up in my heart.

3. time to get down to business.

4. thanks be to God.

Recovery of Purpose.

I awoke this morning with a strange detachment. I felt alone. purposeless. empty. I thought about all the things that have in the past few days made me feel fulfilled. or the company I've been with that has kept me from aloneness. Or the things that I've been a part of that have given me a purpose. Even thoughts of them brought me no comfort.

I turned to the word of God. For as Peter said to Jesus, "Lord, where would we go? You alone have the words of eternal life".

I read Mark. In it, I saw Jesus. His actions, His words, His purpose. His company. I saw that He came to restore humanity to the Father where all these things are found. I saw that He proved well the authority He had to do this - in every situation.

I again found the purpose, the company, and the fulfillment of my life in being justified by the life and death of Jesus Christ.

I today have a renewed vision for the company, actions, and purpose in the life being lived out in me daily.

It is so distressing to realize how many different things I have been finding myself in, and then so freeing to find there is only one that is true. Praise to Jesus.

Autumn Kids

a poem, maybe a hymn

Come oh weary soul to Jesus
who has bid your heart renew.
Cast your sins upon the tree
where the Savior bled for you.

See the glory of the Father
shining true in sacrifice.
Join in worship pure in heart
For He has bought you at this price.



Come oh weary soul to Jesus
tired and worn amidst your strife.
Throw your rags of work aside
Give to him your very life.

For into a heart of flesh
He has meld the hardest stone.
Jesus' yoke upon your back
will but ease your heavy load.



Here see pain produce its strength
Here for fruitful ends tears fall.
As you journey without home
Find His Word appease home's call.

For the joy was set before him
to endure His piercing cross
May we just to taste his friendship
count it joy to suffer loss.



Oh what joy to be a family
Taken out of life alone
All as one in Christ we liveth
Oh what joy to be His own.

In His death, we have been buried,
In His resurrection, raised
So for now, and lasting ever
From our lives shall come forth praise.