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parked in

the door closes in my brief moment of making “it” right. left yet again in my introverted insecurities i fail to meet my own or anybodies expectation. i get so mad at drivers who feel its their duty to direct

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Posted in bus commute, depression, journal, life over 50, old age, random thought, Warrior Poet

speckled hens

this era of time called old age is a fight of sanity. those things held as canon are torched if miss aligned from their respective reality. such as i don’t smoke or drink because i’m a christian. christian prison some

Posted in depression, journal, light, random thoughts, religion, Warrior Poet


As I read the apostle Paul you are a church planter! Never think your a failure.  You took the gospel of Jesus Christ to the people of the neighborhood,culture and economic status that was indigenous to the block the church

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the b-i-b-l-e

Yes that’s the book for me!  My world revolves around the Westminster confession of faith, the shorter catachism, Calvin’s points and Tradition. Or it had with out questions. I’m not abandoning these but I am surrounding myself with Christian s

Posted in journal, random thoughts, religion, true christian response, Warrior Poet

Huddle please

Teams need to huddle to make all the parts work effectively. So do business and church or any place people are gathered to do a function. Profit or non we need to have a leader and a plan from the

Posted in depression, journal, managment, random thoughts, religion, Warrior Poet, work place


Overwhelmed by affection when I feel so low lost destroyed and unreachable. It starts with really not caring if church happens for me or not. It dissolved in the first song. My inner distrust of myself. Singing with others taken

Posted in journal, random thoughts, religion, true christian response, Warrior Poet

Trumpets to her

She grow up in a household third of seven siblings never remembering a time where singing wasn’t a daily joy at the sink doing dishes or around the piano. That’s at least her first eighteen years. In junior high and

Posted in family heritage, old age, random thoughts, religion, Warrior Poet

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