Life.

I woke up this morning at my normal 3:00am knowing that there was this brewing inside of me that would realize its way out. Onto a page in simple letters.  That's always been my thing. My way. I was a born writer regardless of any accolades or publishing. I've was born a writer.  That's just how it is for me. The paper and the pen had always been my escape and reality. It has also been my way of telling the truth in a life and world gone crazy.  It has been my pillow.  My mattress. My soul mate.  Me. 

   If I could go back in time I wouldn't. If I thought I ever should then I should not have had that notion. Life is more a windshield than a rear view mirror. Learning to forgive the old me is a work that was accomplished long ago.  I've caught myself striving after a gift that I have never deserved anyway. This matter is a reckoning for me inside. Learning to trust in what was actually completed in Jesus death and resurrection leans one towards obedience because of the power of what really took place on that day. In the entire history of the world; it is its most important moment. God. With. Us. 

   Tomorrow is Independence Day for many Americans. My life is free of all of that.  I have a King. I have a Kingdom. I belong to a brotherhood of believers that exist outside of all of this kind of man made notoriety. It is only by the patience and wisdom of our Father that we still stand before him. Individually. As a nation, I really fear that we are Babylon.

  Humble knees.  That's what keeps me standing up straight.  And trust me I am no saint. Not saintly whatever that means. But I have a Rock to stand upon, build upon and call upon. He knows me and I know Him. This is not of my own doing. My salvation is 100 percent upon Him alone. What He did not deserve I as well do not deserve. Such a strange dichotomy. Only Father God can make that happen. 

  I am a lifelong believer in Jesus. This is true Independence. I am free. Every day.