07/13/07

Even though I was forced to join wordpress against my own will, I’m beginning to warm up to it. Especially, since I am working out of town, and have nothing to do. So with that said, let the “blogging” begin. Earlier today I made a visit to the McDonalds in DeQuincy, LA to pick up some breakfast. I was uncertain as to what I was going to order, but as I drove up to the speaker I finally made my decision. “I want to get 2 hash browns and an order of grits.” The order taker then replied, “You want what?” Nicely as I could, I once again said, “Let me get 2 hash browns, and an order of Grits.” In a confused tone she answered, “Sir we don’t serve grits at McDonalds.” I was completely dumfounded. I’ve never been to a McDonalds that doesn’t serve grits. This particular McDonalds is in the country. How can it not serve grits? As she was handing me my order I tried to explain that this was the first McDonalds that I had been to that didn’t serve grits. She didn’t believe me. I think she thought I was pulling her leg. Seriously, this was no joking matter. I don’t play around when it comes to hash browns or grits. Anyway, well I’m over it now.(Doesn’t seem like it)                                                                                  

Overall my week out here has been okay. The last time I was out here the electricity went out in my hotel on the first day. Then the next morning I realized that I had forgot to bring soap, shampoo, and deodorant. If it hadn’t been for a local store, I would have spent that entire week smelling worse than the water out here, which by the way smelled like rotten eggs, and was brown. I’ve heard of brown sugar, but that was the first time experiencing brown water. Well, I will be leaving in a few hours to head home. I’m going to unpack and wash all my clothes so that I’ll be ready to pack again on Sunday to go to youth camp. I can’t believe it has been a year already. Time really does fly by. Once again, I’m really excited about camp. It is an amazing scene to see God change these teenagers’ lives. It’s incredible. God is amazing. 

 Also, I have this really awesome anxious feeling. I really feel as though something great is about to happen in my life. My life is already awesome, but I just feel this incredible presence around me. I’m actually kind of nervous. It’s not a bad nervous, but it is good. Honestly, as I think about it more I believe that God is preparing my heart for something. He’s already given me a new one, and now it’s feeling all warm and nervous. I have no clue what’s going on, but I look forward to finding out what’s on the horizon.

3 poems that I rote in 2001

In this post you will find three poems. They were all written in 2001 at different times, but are all connected. Over a period of time I kept having these mini day dreams, and these poems are the description of them.  At that time I just thought they were just random dreams or thoughts. The place that I was writing about seemed really nice. However, today I believe that God was trying to show me something. He was trying to show me what my life could be. Every line written seems to be symbolic of my life now. It actually kind of gives me chills. So I hope you enjoy.

Shoulders of Hope 

A mass afloat
in the ocean of tranquility.
Upon the shoulders of hope,
swim towards the isle of freedom.

Periods of silence,
shatter with a gust of wind.
Pushing forward,
as my heart echoes
to the bottom’s end.

A peaceful sleep
in the midst of a chill.
Upon the shoulders of hope,
pull me forward at its own free will.

Periods of Perplexity,
shatter with the touch of my hand.
Reaching forward,
as my eyes open
to the first sight of land.

Shore of Freedom

 Crawling,
I am upon the shore of freedom.
Depart from the ocean’s blue,
as I embrace the island’s warmth.

Beating,
My heart clings to the sand.
To embrace my hopes and dreams,
I must part from the ocean’s waves.

Soothing,
The breezes upon this island
act as medicine to my soul.
Rejuvenating and rebuilding,
I am reborn.

Freedom Island 

Upon this island
I see peace.
Where I am able
to run free,
as I follow my hearts path.

Beneath the surface
there is laughter.
Follow it through underwater caves
that light up with shining glass.

Standing tall
in the middle of the island,
grows a magical tree
filled with immortality.

Filled with color,
the ageless leaves
fall upon me.
Touching and covering,
as my soul is set free.

I am who He says I am

I really had no intentions of writing today, but that suddenly changed. Something inside of me jumped at the opportunity to put my thoughts down on paper. I was thinking about how much my life has changed and how blessed I really am. Though it’s been a few years now, it seems like yesterday that my life had hit rock bottom. My parents were divorcing, and the relationship I was in came to a sudden end. I could sit here all day and talk about how hard it was, but I have no desire to do that. Today is a new day and I’m thankful that my God completes me. I don’t have to look to anyone else to be my source. Don’t misunderstand me; I’m thankful for the people that God has placed in my life. They lift me up when I’m down, and encourage me when things aren’t looking good, but they didn’t save my life. They’re not constantly keeping me safe, molding me, and directing my path. That’s what my Jesus does. If by chance if anyone decides to read this blog, know this, only God can complete you. It breaks my heart to see so many people look for validation in the wrong places. There’s a void in each and every one of our lives that only God can fill. No boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife can feel that space. That space is reserved for God. Expecting another person to “put you together” or complete you would be like giving an infant a 1500 piece puzzle and expecting it to be put together. Even if the baby is the most gifted newborn on the face of the earth it’s not going to happen. The love of your life may seem like the most incredible man or woman of God, but when it comes to completing you, or giving you purpose, they are in the same manner, infants. Only the hands of God are fit to fashion you into the person you are meant to become and be. If I’m being honest, sometimes I get a little discouraged when I look around and realize that a lot of people my age are already married with kids and are residing in a nice house. Sometimes those insecurities of mine tend to poke their heads out of the ground and yell at me. “Trey, if you were a real man you would have all this by now!” I’ll be the first one to say that I’ve made some poor choices in my life, yet I know in my heart that what I lack doesn’t make me who I am. Rather, it’s God that does. Here it comes in 5   4   3   2   ……. I have God and His hand is upon my life. I will trust in Him completely with everything I have. My life is the puzzle and day-by-day, piece-by-piece, He is making me into what I was intended to be all along. I’m his…..I belong to him….I am who He says I am.