When we play nicely with one another, a beautiful melody can be heard. We each have a unique instrument to be played. Our instrument is ourselves. When we understand our selves in our most Truest way of being, we have perfected how to play the instrument that God has given us. When we understand ourselves,… Continue reading Peace is not Everyone Thinking the Same
Are my works my fruit? Or shall I eat in vain? I come to the Lord and remember that day: "Eat! Eat!" I heard Him say. "Except this tree, you shall not touch," But I did not understand that much... And there my fate lay on a quiver, When in myself, I failed to shiver,… Continue reading A Tree and It's Fruit
You may be frustrated with life because you want to do the right thing, but it seems that the world does not care or that it is always out to get you. You try to understand love as you feel it in your soul, but you are having a hard time to connect or see… Continue reading The Broken Hallelujah
Ego is our worst enemy because it does not allow us to connect to anything greater than ourselves. Ego tells us that we are the almighty who have all the great answers and life is all just one big rat race; however, God wants us to be humble to understand that we are not individual… Continue reading I Like That You’re Broken, Broken Like Me…
I use to wonder about the Lord's prayer, and I asked myself how does the Kingdom of God come to Earth as it is in heaven anyway? Amid the chaos, how will it be that heaven can possibly come to be here on Earth? I kinda gave up on understanding God for awhile since statements… Continue reading Your Kingdom Come, Your Will Be Done, On Earth As It Is In Heaven
We are very connected to our physical selves. We know we are real because we can see that we are real. We can feel, touch and smell. I know my hands are real, my feet are real -- I have a head and I have hair. All these things are real, right? Well, I am… Continue reading Physical Versus Spiritual
We have to start somewhere. We have a plot of land with nothing on it. We can stare at it all we want as we try to imagine what could be built on it. We only see an empty plot of land ~ it's just a pile of dirt. There is a pile of dirt… Continue reading Building Blocks
