This day.

This day. This hour. 

today was a practice in repentance. 

a practice in unclenching my fists. 

this hour is a solemn look at it all.

a sorry excuse to throw away. 

-that i would fess-up to my own conviction

-that in this hour i would not dodge the spirits healing. 

-to break my pride

-to restore an bruised heart

I wrote this in my book, a song from my heart: 

This chaotic wave, amidst a troubled heart

seems to numb all care

yet i have all to care for..

this forsaking spirit, these poisonous lips

may it flee my footsteps.

when the fruits fail to consume

i surrender to the grips of dissension..

so break this cast iron lock

ive kept my chains on far too long.

Bitterness is funny. you never think your bitter when you are, yet you feel the pain that eats away at your joy. It gets hard to focus when your not joyful, but when your confronted with the cry of your heart, you think you deal with it, but it just gets pushed aside. 

The renovation of our heart goes far beyond the places that we wish to know about within our own heart, but those dents we allow to exist don’t come out without someone doing a work on our heart. There is only one person fit for the job, and he sent his Spirit to console and counsel us. When did we figure that consistent pain coupled with sin is better than momentary pain coupled with a uprooting and replanting in the firm soil of Christ’s redemptive love? Do you know that when you walk being rooted in that very love every action you do is a joyous ushering of the Kingdom Of God? what is there more wonderful than that? To show the desperate that their disparity is rooted in their infinite desire which can only be fulfilled, by not only knowing Christ but by working in His Kingdom. By then we not only are fulfilled by Christ, but because we do know Christ having linked his heart to ours through His Spirit (this being “rooted” in Christ’s redemptive love) we naturally minister as a part of commonplace occurrence. 

From the sheep who is tired of being rooted in petty efforts to deal with my own desperation with ploys that attempt to rely conditionally on Christ’s unconditional redemptive love, 

-Scottry