If love is real
God is real
If eyes flutter
If there is such thing as being spiritual.
God is real
If there is an attack, he is the defense
All things return to him
If waves roll,
if there is even such thing as sand
There is God
The world dampens the desires of man so that he settles for ash and dust of what couldn’t make it through the fire..
So..
often in my life, i hold up to my eyes, the things that I do not have. I lose sight of what is under me.
In my dreams, I take no heed of the bed I sleep on. In hunger, I abandon the meal I have just had. My telescopic eyes survey the stars, thanks be to God, that he would bring me down to earth, so I could realize it.
For much of my life, I’ve always questioned everything. Everything I’d ever read, heard or saw, was bombarded by cascading questions. At a young age that looked a lot different than the theological drilling I’ve adopted here. It started when I was 10ish. I would wallop my small metal hot wheels cars with a hammer, in order to see what was inside of them. Thank you God, for the way that my mother, and my father would answer all the questions I had about the expanding world around me. I remember many instances where I would hypothesize with the simple elementary words I knew, to theorize about how this planet worked. My mom in turn would further stir this in me by letting my mind roam as she listened to all the ideas that emanated from it. Never shutting me down once, I have to attribute the creativity, and desire to brainstorm now – to the actions in my early life in which she and my father cultivated by letting my mind roam.
“Mom how do dump trucks work?” I’d ask.
Likely before she could answer or after she told me how they worked, I would come up with my own conclusion of “I heard that they always fill them up at the tops of hills so that it’s easier for them to go down” or “what happens if a dump truck isn’t big enough?”.
Questions on questions, that same mentality is with me today. Often times it can be unhealthy for my faith. I have found myself questioning everything, and never even giving it a chance. Eventually it caused me and my faith to diminish into a place, in which I would not be content, unless Jesus himself showed me a divine sign of his real ness. This can’t be too uncommon, for we all search for truth. Truth is the only reason I am Christian. I wasn’t searching for God, or religion. I asked for truth, that the God of the universe would speak to me, and reveal his truth to me.
Tonight that happened.
In many moments, I have to ask questions. At the same time, that question points to God.
“Who created this?”
God.. it happens in the moments where the spiritual overcomes the physical. The times where I see heaven on hearth, as he commanded.
The image of a smile, and fluttering eyes
the sounds of laughter, and peaceful voices
Reality becomes milk and honey
Slowly passing by
Holding on to each second
The times where God softens your heart, and allows you to see with his eyes. That is how I know God is real.
never
could love exist
without God.
God is good, don’t compromise his reality because of a promise he never made to you. If I believe that jelly bean will fly, but it never flys, does that mean that the jelly bean isn’t real? Or maybe that It never was said to fly.
If I believe that God should walk out to me in physical form, split the Mississippi, and audibly speak to me, let alone if I feel ENTITLED to that, it does not create a grounds for it to happen. For someone to expect that, and not only that, but to reject God because of that is ridiculous. I can say that because I did that. Not only will it hurt your faith, but on behalf of the scriptures, it won’t happen.
Matthew 10:29
God is sovereign, find his beauty in his promise.
