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BedTime Stories

“…and with a rainbow, God promised to never flood the earth again, the end. Alright sweetie, time to go to sleep.”

“Goodnight mom”

“goodnight dear”

Bedtime stories. We have all heard them, we grew up listening to are parents and Sunday school teachers tell us of all the adventures in the bible. We read little cardboard books with cartoon soldiers and smiling lions. We watched the mini bible storie videos, or veggie tales. bright colors, always a happy ending. These stories seemed so simple in our juvenile heads. These stories weren’t to terrifying, or significant. But they were, they were downplayed, so much so. For the saftey of young kids. i remember the day, years ago, that it hit me. To this day im still in awe of the amazing tales that are told so simply.

There is so much bravery, so many miracles and so much terror, if the bible were made into a movie, it would be Rated “R”. Daniel in the lions den, can you imagine the pure fright that would consume you to be thrown into a dark pit of hungry lions. All alone, waiting to be shredded. I think i would go into literal Shock. Or Noahs ark- would you spend what is now a lifetime building a boat? when everyone around you told you it was foolish? I Long for that type of faith. To be able to guide his family through the torment and ridicule, while directing them in the building process. how much stress?how much mockery?

Abraham waited a lifetime for a son. and God finally gave him what he waited for, for so, so long. Can you imagine, the most precious thing in your life? the person that means the most to you? what if God told you to kill that person, a sacrifice to him? would you have the faith to do that?

In all these stories God remained faithful, and kept his promises. The people were brave, through Christ. I could go on and on about the stories and how incredible every one of them are. i would LOVE to take every story in the bible and write it as a novel. because everyone of them are incredibly interesting. It’s so hard to put myself in the place of these characters, to think of what egypt was like as the Angel of death was passing through or to have been in the garden of Eden when it fell. To have seen the Tower of babble and all the nations Seperated! to see Jesus walk on water, or heal the sick. To see him come back to life!

Easter. Oh, how that was downplayed. Pictures of a man on the cross, so, so much more…I can’t even tell you how many different Easter stories i read as a kid. Those always had a impact. But in reality there was so much more that happened. I to this day have not seen The Passion. and to be honest, i don’t think i can. I don’t want to witness Christ dieing, or the pain and gore he suffered, specially when it was for me, because of me! I know its just a movie. But unlike all those little story books, this movie plays into reality.

So many stories. So much more then bedtime stories. History, amazing history.

As scary as it is…i sometimes wish i had been there…Putting everything i am, into Pure Faith into God Almighty.

Lord why are we so Blinded by Sight?

i sometimes wish i couldn’t see so my eyes would be opened…

We can’t prevent what we cant predict

so would you Rewind and lose what you Find?

Would you go Back to gain what you Lack?

First There are Clouds, then theres the storm

How can i be in the Safest place I ever found only to hear more thunder? The thunder will only get louder till that’s all that is heard. The sounds kills me and messes with my own uneven beat. I cannot get rid of the Thunder; I cant live with my biggest fear. It will destroy me and laugh with drums of triumph…

Its time to run and be the lightning.

“Hey! remember me? that fool you knew?” i walk right by, look back, ask “who?”

Falling happens alot

i trip, i fall i get back up

im pushed i fall i get back up

im tripped i fall, i get back up.

i fall into dreams

or in this case tea

through rain, through a storm of books

i fall,

i’m caught.

Christs Compass and Unchanging Sands

Being stuck in the past is something that happens a lot to me. I remember things as if they just happened. And often relive memories in dreams.

I will always forgive and try to forget but it’s never that easy to erase my mind. It just sticks in your head, eating at you. Replaying scenes from your past again, and again, you always imagine an alternative- changing the ending…

What’s’ interesting about this semi depressing little tail is; it’s made me who I am. Each dusty road, dark path and old broken down form of transportation, Each barrier I’ve climbed over, every time I’ve tripped and fallen…when I was pushed. When I starved when I was to weak to travel anymore. When I found a stream, when I almost drowned… the adventures of my life have made me who I am.

I recently thought about “what would I do if I went back” could I have changed things? How far back would I go? Would it make a difference?

Would I be happy?

It pains me to say this. But NO. I wouldn’t go back at all…

Christ is holding the Map in my amazing race, he provides the streams, which I am stupid enough to fall into, and he provides the paths, which I am silly enough to trip on…

Where I am, who I’ve met, what I’ve done- all dependant on the slimmest stran of coincidence, yet its a Delicately woven plan

One slight change and this wouldn’t have even been written..

Is this not Balance?

Is this not Direction?

We don’t control our path; if we did…we would always be lost

Screw you GPS…