Follow the Leader

Sometimes I like to imagine that I am playing follow the leader with God. I imagine that I am young again, willing to follow and imitate whatever He is doing.

I remember the laughter and frustrations that came along with following the leader. I never knew what was going to happen next and if I would look foolish or not. I remember how equally awkward being the leader was for me. I was a painfully shy kid, that didn't want to be anywhere near the center of attention. I always felt that I was going to do something that would make me look stupid. I also hit an early grown spurt that made me at least 3 inches taller and more clumsy than the rest of the kids. I tried in vain to not stand out, I just wanted to blend in.

I still have frustrations when it comes to following God now. I like to know what is going to happen in my future, but as much as I would love that I know that only God knows what is happening for sure in the future, in my future. Following the leader is still full of frustration and laughter, but I feel less awkward because I know that I won't ever have to be the leader and looking silly is no problem when God is looking after me.

Spinning Away Love

the mat on your porch says welcome
your face tells me do not enter

I don't know why I feel
like I should be the one to apologize
when neither one of us is really to blame

people drift apart, change, morph
they also lie to each other
afraid to say whats really on their minds

we each felt the other
couldn't handle the truth
of the different ways our worlds were spinning

our axes started tilting opposite directions months ago
and now I finally have to courage to spin away from you...

Bleeding Out

we breathed each other in
like the first soft breeze of spring
and expelled each other
like the waves crashing on an ocean shore
neither of us aware or caring for
the tiny fissures developing in our hearts
leaking our lives out with every beat
so here we are
with blood pooling in our chests
trying desperately to push each other
from our thoughts and memories
but I fear we will bleed out
before we are ever purged

Between 22nd and Home

I think I lost myself
somewhere between your front steps
and 22nd street
miles from my home
and blocks from you

Maybe I lost myself because
I had put so much of myself in to you

Now I'm just a wandering shell
trying to remember who I am
I feel like I have amnesia
a chunk of my life stolen from memory
all because you said you couldn't love me

Or maybe it was that you wouldn't

So I left the memory of you
on the corner of 22nd and Holland
under the old oak tree
with the names of lovers
scarred in its trunk

Christians Are Partying Harder and Having Better Sex Than You | Make it Mad

Please read this. I don't beg that often, but I think that everyone should read it. Christians and non-Christians alike.

Christians Are Partying Harder and Having Better Sex Than You | Make it Mad

Call for Discernment Conference (spoken word piece)

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