Forged By Faith

Romans 7:23 NIV A tale of two tryings. Each one overcoming the other in what often feels a never-ending tussle between the good I want to do, the good I know to do and the everything other that I do anyway. And try as I have, still it seems so often that nothing I do can make sense of the blue that’s gone so gray inside of this day in which the sun is shining but the mind is winding through so many questions that I never knew to ask in regard to a past now passed without any way to go back and unmake the mistakes that led me here to where I’ve left me here in what feels a fear of it all falling either fully apart or finally into place. Trying to hold it all together whilst also excited to see what may be as can become only inside the fallout of letting it go. And it’s a strange life to try to know, this one in which all we’ve known becomes all we can’t stand to know anymore. It’s something of a selfish rejection of self at the hands of a necessity so dire that dying to self becomes alm...

Romans 7:18 NIV The acknowledgement It’s what sets into proverbial motion what becomes the very toppling of our every trying as set to the tune of the trials in which we’re torn and tried, tattered behind tear-stained eyes as met as if for the first time with this then alien ability to finally see that we had been blind to what every belief was always meant to be but was alas never allowed to become. For to us who’ve lived on this run as won away from the Way of hope himself, we’ve not had then the time to allow ourselves to become what we were always meant to be. Rather all we are is now instead all that we’ll be found acknowledging as if the knowledge was truly always there within us. Something itself of a treasure buried behind our every other blasphemous belief and yet that same realized inability to even make those become what we thought they could help us be. No, rather life has gone quite wildly out here walking upon the wide open and veritably more free. But perhaps that’s the ...

Romans 7:17 NIV Am I me? And if so, who am I? And if who I am isn’t who I know I ought to be then why agree to for another day stay the me that I don’t want to be? And if I don’t want to be who I’ve become then I must agree that who I’ve been isn’t who I was made to be. Because for us to agree that we’re not who we could be, the better that we thus should be, is to also agree that there remains that better that we haven’t ever been before. And if there is a better me than what I’ve become then there must have been another One who had a better idea, a more worthy ideal than those idols I’ve both bought and become. For surely we wouldn’t be able to see, feel, hear or hold any recollection of anything we didn’t want to have to admit we’ve come to be if not there was He who at first, and from there, never quite so agreed to have let us come this far from who He created us to remain. This is regret. It’s this feeling as met within hindsight helping us to finally see the many things we’ve co...

Romans 7:16 NIV Implicated And that by ourselves nonetheless. For if the implication of that coming inquisition has us feeling at all that the coming inquisition will prove in any way an imposition then perhaps where we're standing is but within a position in which we're presented with again the decision as demanded by all yet made mostly by few as it's found within a faith that asks we do away with the way in which we've lived to want a life that's left a wake of waste within our past as proven within the position in which we stand that seemingly understands the coming inquisition as perhaps something even direr than a mere imposition. For an imposition is merely something that makes us move in a way we otherwise find we feel no other such reason to. But friends, that regret continues to show through even what we still do, well, that seems more than reason enough to perhaps set to peruse a better path to pursue. And indeed I believe that one of the questions to be ...

Romans 7:15 NIV Understanding And yet as sought through only what always feels a sort of sifting through the wreckage of a way so wasted that all I’ve to base the very wins of wisdom’s winds upon are but past wants, present wishes, coming problems and current issues. And it’s this background for a life’s belief that has all but left me leant only upon me without even the foggiest idea as to why I would ever agree to do such a thing so vital in what feels often the way most feeble. For understanding I’ve long sought, but it seems now that I’ve never had the affluence by it’s afforded. Because understanding is something seen through both the triumphs we seek but also, if not more so, within the trials we don’t. It’s something learned through lessons both loved and loathed, the loathing more those with the growing as spent in our going through what we want not to endure, enduring it anyway out of what must be always a blind trust in either the process or its purpose. But so often we seem ...

Proverbs 16:25 NIV Appearances Seems still that our believing in seeing is still prone to our being on what will be the very losing end of what was always meant to be a life in which we didn’t take the lead but rather left that tether to another from whom we can then both learn and thus come to lean upon what is their lead as lost looking into what more this other might know as opposed to our trusting still within our ability to only see so far and even that only faintly. Yes, all of life was always meant for us to look to and thus lean on another. And yet still we live both for and by mere appearances. Or rather mostly only the adamancy of a matter’s appearing. For still we walk as if we can see clearly where we’re going despite all this stacking proof of our not knowing the even that easiest of differences as was already always defined for us by the same as He who designed us and demands us to stop doing the things that leave us so clearly dedicated to dying as opposed to the loving ...