A Beautiful Moment

Green pollen dusted across the stones collected in piles behind us.

Dark clouds break for the morning glow

Rays reaching down to the treetops.

My heart stands still and I breathe in the air

This brief beautiful moment

My God persists in impressing me

With His constant magnificence


Success Isn’t Always Obvious… or Necessary

I have been told by some who didn’t know me long enough, who knew me when I was down and out, that I am basically a loser who didn’t amount to anything. That I did nothing productive with my life. Where you found me is not where I have been all my life.

I have had ups and downs. I have earned my place and I have had some helping hands, for whom I am eternally grateful.

As a teen I was designing webpages for people. I pursued my dreams. And I profited. In my 20’s I ran off to the “land of opportunity” to pursue my dreams of becoming an artist. I didn’t know how to sell myself or put my art out there. So, I learned! I went to school for it. To sharpen my skills and learn to market. I went out and marketed. I was on websites. I networked online and in person. I made a name for myself. In some circles, I was kind of well known as a serious artist.

I may not have gotten far. But I feel I was successful. I wrote a book with someone. I sold art. I PURSUED my DREAM. And I tried and got as far with it as I did.

But I didn’t fail. I wasn’t unsuccessful. Just because I didn’t stay in one place or didn’t manage to make enough money to buy a home or whatever… none of that means I didn’t do anything. I may have found myself in poverty but I wouldn’t even make that a sign of my success.

I would have been unsuccessful had I not pursued my interests. Had I just DREAMED of being an artist, THEN someone might have a right to tell me that I haven’t tried.

Obedience with Doubt


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Moses said to the Lord, “Pardon your servant, Lord. I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue.” -Exodus 4:10

I read this verse as I have been studying the life of Moses. It really struck me. I have said these words to God! When He told me to go out and spread His word, I told him just as Moses did, “No one will listen to me. I am terrible at speaking. I don’t even know what I’d say.  I am sure you can ask someone to do that who is more capable.”

Yet, I quickly received God’s provisions. I was told about a great Bible study. My pastor gave me some used books he no longer needed. I found connections everywhere I turned.

Again, He spoke to me and told me I should write a book. Oh, good. Something I might be good at! Still, I felt doubt. What am I supposed to say? Oh, Lord! Can you speak up so I might not struggle with this so much?


Because I need to quiet myself, listen carefully, and obey. He will provide. The more I listen for Him and spend time with Him, the more I feel a stir in my heart. How could I hear Him when I was too busy chattering about my insecurities?

He is patient. Once I calm down and shut my mouth, I accept His Holy Spirit and allow Him to work in me and through me.

I’m not Moses. But I am imperfect like everyone else. Like everyone in the Bible who brought glory to God. It takes the admittance that I cannot do any of this alone and the acceptance that God will never leave me high and dry.

My Eventual End to Sleep Disorders


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knowing that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold,but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot.” -1 Peter 1:18-19

When I was a kid, nothing seemed normal. I was very aware of how not normal things felt. In my head it felt as though little scissors were snipping at my brain,scraping my skull. Itchy and uncomfortable. Agitating. Painful.

I did not sleep well. My sleep was interrupted by vivid nightmares. I sometimes woke, unable to move, and saw horrifying things like dead bodies, aliens, or just dark figures. Sometimes I urged myself out of my own body, and watched myself float above myself. That is something I always felt strangely about. It felt so real. All of it felt hyper-real.

As I was unable to sleep soundly, my waking world was disrupted. I sometimes heard a soft whisper, often like many voices following closely behind my head. I would see shadows dart around me. Entire places would shift. Fearing that I was just going crazy, I grew anxious.

In my teenage years, it became incredibly uncomfortable. I became so fearful when I was alone in a quiet place. I realized I only really saw or heard anything when there was nothing else going on. I slept with the tv on to scare away my own hallucinations.

That was why I started drinking so heavily in my 20’s. It all went away. It got quiet. It made me relax. And I slept without disturbance. In my 30’s I hardly recalled why I relied so heavily on alcohol and cigarettes to feel “normal.” I thought of how great it might be to be rid of these costly addictions.

When I became Christian, I asked God’s help. I wanted to deal with everything without the need of alcohol, cigarettes, and medication. At first it was very hard. I  had to trust God completely. Trust was always a difficult concept for me. But if I truly believe in such a great God, of course I should be able to completely trust that He will take care of me.

When I  quit depending on all these things, I  found that I was actually able to sleep. None of those scary things came back.

He has healed my mind. My soul. My body.


A Note to the Quiet Christian


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Are you worried that you might offend some of your non-Christian friends? Ashamed to say, “I will pray for you” and rather just tell them your thoughts are with them?

Take a moment, Christian friend.

God is first. When you are quiet about Him, when you avoid any reference to Him, you are making the world first. You are making society your God. It is not enough to quietly believe. If your life does not reflect that faith, one might even question if the Holy Spirit is there at all. There ought not to be any shame in your belief.

Our God is so great, surely He deserves more than our spare table scraps. A quick, generic prayer before bed certainly shouldn’t be the  extent of your interaction with Him.

For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.” -Romans 1:16


Notes and Thoughts on Sin


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Being Christian doesn’t make anyone perfect. But we are forgiven for our sins.

In accepting Christ as Lord and savior, we are transformed and in turn our faith encourages us to live more Christ-like. If someone truly has given their life to the Lord, they will turn from sin.

But we must be aware. Be careful not to fall into another sin of spiritual pride having a superiority complex. The fact that you have turned from addiction does not make you better than anyone else.

Let me never forget that I did not save myself. Without God I am wandering blindly. I need His grace to keep me in check. Always praying. Break my pride and repair me.

God, help me.

Blurred Memories – How Alcohol Killed My Past


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I drink moderately on occasion. And that’s a few times a year. That is nothing like my life before.

Before moving in with Joe, my life is a blur. When trying to recall moments, places, or people from before 2009, memory goes gray and I hear music in my head much like a fast heartbeat. Boom boom boom boom So gray. Flashes of moments.

Drinking down the pain.

In 2001 I remember being in my apartment, locked in my room with a bottle of cheap vodka on my desk. While everyone slept, I chatted online and drank until I blacked out. That was when much of it began. It got to a point where I didn’t want to do anything without a drink first. I couldn’t watch tv without a beer. I couldn’t camp without beer. I couldn’t hang out with friends without getting drunk.

Sometimes people talk to me as though I have known them for a long time. I am sure I probably should know them. But I don’t know their names. And I don’t know if I saw them every night or maybe just once when out getting a tattoo.

It took years to adjust to not living with a drink in hand. I may not be “the life of the party,” but I remember what I’ve done and people I have met. I know where I live. Things aren’t so bad when I can feel…. when I don’t numb everything and blur it out.

Alcohol could have been the death of me. I could have died trying to drive home, or because someone wanted to take advantage of me. Clinging to a bottle of booze was not worth what I was sacrificing for a drink.

Without God, I could not be who I am today. It was through a lot of prayer that I learned to let go of my addiction and learn to truly live life. I believe wholeheartedly that I might be dead if not for his saving grace.