The slightest things change my direction of choice. It's not that I'm always studying the GPS of life but rather I want to make sure that everything I am creating forward has a purpose and plan. Maybe it's a generational thing. In my twenties I didn't care about the ticks on a clock and what happens when you allow most of them to fall off the wall into memories that fade with the rising of a new sun. The older I got the more I realized none of this is about me. The art of the performance isn't having the best radio show and it sure wasn't going to include the greatest laid out vacation. If you stop for a moment and listen to the elements that make up the present. Everything that is seen, heard, felt and delivered is headed straight for the mind body and soul of a passerby. All that you are isn't for the greater being of wow look at what I am doing or did but rather look at how someone took the strings you once held and allowed them to reach a person of need and not greed. Words mean a lot to me. So much so that taking your word for what it is can easily become poison. How it was presented and or assumed is a crazy place to stand. A man of incredible inspiration yesterday spoke the truth about how I find tremendous joy in saying very little. More often then ever it's seen as being standoffish and not trying to save someone from wasting their time listening to whats being offered. Saying very little isn't teaching. It comes across as you're not listening. In this age of Twitter and extremely short Facebook entries it has curved the development of my heart. To hear that doesn't match how I daily write. You can't get me to shut up enough. Again I take words seriously. Statements such as the presence of Christ is now knocked me off my feet while at Elevation Church. I didn't think of the presence of Christ as being the presence is now. In this moment. Not yesterday. Not ten days from now. Why at this age did it hit me in the way we are moved by movies and books. Just the other day I reminded myself of how I've given my life to Christ. Everyday! I never miss a holiday. Then why do I question this present place I stand? Think about it. In giving my life to Christ that means he's controlling the decisions, reasons and purpose. Little things such as very short sentences change my way of walking. To the very bright man that said I don't speak enough I respect your wisdom during these days in a very noisy world. But I believe in the willing way of making a point. If it has caused assumption and or any other emotions I can't apologize for how you've chosen to listen and or receive. There's always a much larger answer to be shared by way of communicating face to face not Tweeting or texting. We are the cause of the effects of disconnection.
