The Adventure you Don't Know.

I found myself over the past few days thinking about my future quite a lot, my path and direction, where I may and may not be heading. Abit of a self check. I havent done it in a while , but whenever these seasons of recollection come to me, they tend to consume my days and every thought.

I was reminded of the verse in Matthew 6: 26 'Behold the birds of the heaven, that they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not ye of much more value then they?'

We must be able to trust God with our futures, our hope and dreams for our life ahead. Knowing and trusting in faith that God's will for our lives will be greater than we could ever imagine, fulfilling His promises in every way.

The adventure you don't know
Is already written out for you
The future you've never seen
Has been screened the Creator
The problems that lie ahead,
Had been solved from the worlds foundations.
The excitement you are anticipating
Has been charged by the God of all power.
Your desires and hopes and dreams
- If all within the will of God;
Have been a reality from before the beginning of time.
The expectations of renewal and growth
Has been watered by the Gardener divine.
Do not worry about the future
Do not stress about the things you cannot see;
Do not ignore the present day-
Just give to God holistically.
Do not be concerned about what lies ahead,
In time you will truly see
That all the frets and worries you had,
Were nothing but an empty plea.
Look to that which matters.
The joy set before me
- incomparable to the fleeting cares of this world,
A hope, my eternity.

21st Darkness

I remember writing this a little while ago, the 4th of January when I was travelling back to University after the Christmas season. It was dark and there were so many lights outside as we entered and left cities, but then, of course, were the country roads. Toupe- coloured - absolutely nothing, and I found myself wondering if I preferred one to the other. Being brought up in the country and city has made me quite impartial to both place types. They are so different, so distinct. It makes me so grateful to God that He has given us such an amazing world that fits each one according to their personalities and preferences, silence or noise , grass or graphite, trees or skyscrapers. Do you think these options are absolute ? Is there a golden middle ?

Inspired by a night-journey  :-

The rolling wheels they turn, like time through the hard surfaces they climb.

 Unlimited by the surrounding forces that push against. 

It is where the rubber meets the road, though especially different for reason untold.
The sense of it all.

The road-lights bring an artificial sense of clarity,exposure, vulnerability. 

Is it an illusion ? Is it true what you see ?

Am I scared of the howls that sound the night ? Do the engines give me a fright ?

Why should I be a afraid when You are with me , 

Why should my confidence shatter in the things I cannot see ?

Where is the true faith that I profess, I long for it in this bleakness.

The storms did not stop You , you took a faster route. 

Trekking on the waves, swimming-on-foot.

Enter in to the realm where gravity cannot reach ,

I want to hear Your voice, I want to hear You speak .

I prefer the darkness of nature to the lights of the city-night watches,
The moonlit branches and thicket leaves the calming thrushes and gentle breeze.
The orange and red are nothing short of dead to the life of the country deep.
The traffic continues on. The cars they beep.
But only in the stillness is God found as He ought to be.
The darkness shows His light better still. Offers His hope, illuminates His will.
Not a child of the night, longing for the light, but God in the shadows I will not fear.
For He is with me here.
So true it is to be
- in the darkness quietly.