XXXI: Strength


I get to play a rough game during the standard work week…

Wake up.
Quick protein bar.
Gym.
Shower.
Work.
Lunch.
Work.
Dinner.
Gym.
Bed.

I’m still trying to get used to the concept, but trust me when I say that it isn’t easy. Sacrifices are made, plans get rearranged, and planning ahead was never so important.

All for the sake of running. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Grace Is Silence


Darco and I have been working on grace. Specifically myself demonstrating it. Throughout the Bible is speaks of grace that God demonstrates…nearly non-stop in many instances.

Well, if we’re to be Christ-like, and God is grace…then we’re to demonstrate grace, yes?

Personally, I look at the worst quality of my innate existence, and aim at what grace is in that medium.

I’m quick to pull the trigger, use words as weapons, and emotions at ammunition. If my mouth opens, or the keys begin to type, control can be lost easily.

So, how would I demonstrate grace when knowing this?

Silence. Learning that talking, typing, texting, etc…isn’t always the answer. If we wait in silence, patiently expecting the whisper in the breeze, we could be surprised at the final product. Sure, this isn’t the exact concept of grace for everyone.

As for myself though…maybe less really is more.

-D-

O: Falling In Love at a Coffee Shop


…I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you…

-Landon Pigg-

If that quote wasn’t cheesy enough, perhaps the narration below will be…

Together, in the corner, the quiet couple sat. Heads leaning, faces smiling; the world revolved around them. Through espresso clouds and coffee aromas; their eyes never each other. Quiet she whispered for him to lean across the table, almost desiring the yell a secret in the crowded, little cafe. With eyes interlocked, hands cupping her beautiful face; he paused, curious about the rendition, the secret that lied along her lips. A quick kiss, she slightly pulled back, and whispered gently, “I love you.”

There is something about our breed, our culture; that dictates the idea that everything must be done in exact time. You must date for “X” amount of years, be engaged for “X” amount of months, and have children within “X” amount of time following. While many of us will read this, shaking around heads, saying that such notion is ludicrous; deep down we’re matching our lives up with that timeline.

I did the exact same thing.

When dating in college, I wanted to say, “I love you”, to a girlfriend; my friends [her friends] informed me though, that we needed time to ‘discover ourselves’ before getting serious. I’m sure they discussed these notions over tea parties with their barbies in their dorm room [that was sarcasm]. The same could be said for my marriage; I was informed that I should date for at least a year before getting engaged, and the engagement should be short enough that we’d be excited, but long enough so the process wouldn’t be painful leading up to the wedding [it was still painful, wedding organization and planning is just straight up...*shudders*...].

Reviewing all of this useful facts and interesting concepts lead me back to today’s concept that I was pondering why traveling down the barren, stupidly hot road: why all our time to be dictated? When speaking to my girlfriend, before we were ‘official’ [whatever that is]. We decided that we’d be cheesy and go off God’s time. We know the expectations of each other, the dreams of both, and overall goal to please Him.

Long story short; thanks for the mathematical input of when the time is write to mumble out specific syllables and grunts, but…we’re got it taken care of.

And yes…that mocha was especially good last night.

-D-

‘love letters': Morning


It’s these moments at 5:00 AM, when the world is resting, and its my mind is still half asleep.
I wake up, curious if you exist.
With an exciting life, and never a dull day, I contemplate on whether or not it is fair to ask God who you may be.
Why be so impatient in one area of life?
Has He not given me a job, a company, a new life?
Has He not restarted my soul, my heart, my existence in an attempt to further glorify Him?
Why must I tremble these early mornings, curious if your heart is beating, your eyes still at rest?
How can something so small in such a large perspective of life cause such curious questions when my eyes awaken this early morning?