Forged By Faith

Romans 2:4 NIV Thus sorrow a kindness of sorts. For if godly sorrow is the same as what brings salvation as offered only unto the repentant, then the very sadness which begets repentance as here defined a kindness as meant unto the inspiring of all to the very seeing of a life not lived as lived only outside where both the rain and strain fall in greater measure in what’s there a misery that can help us to see that life is more than what we’ve made it out to be. And this should have always remained a clarity, simply because a sorrowful misery is by no means the joyousness meant for this journey. Because if God is as good, loving and kind as so many still define despite a life lived with the very pains and problems that every pride would prefer we miss, then we’ve missed something amazing along the way to the many sorrows we carry this day. And those won within every other too. Indeed, at times this life seems to be an overworking conveyor consistently proving the purveyor of both probl...

Proverbs 19:2 NIV The One won within waiting. For most of us it’s a rather weird wondering, this wandering toward the waiting that we’ve rarely had the time to want. Not necessarily because we would disagree as to the waste made in haste, nor then the necessity of our sometimes slowing to what might have been a bettered outcome that could have only come within the crawling through the carrying of the weight of wait. No, I know we do know the now known need to reduce the speed sometimes. It’s just that still we seem scared of staying too still for too long. Never know what we’ll miss should we miss this moment as apparently always only made best within the hurry toward our having of whatever everyone else just can’t help but assume they need, along with the speed that blasts on past any possible consideration as to the potential cost of admission unto that day in which our admission will feel either as quick and painless as a warm welcome home or rather as slow and agonizing as what He ...

2 Peter 3:9 NIV Thus the necessity of our lack of lean upon what we think anything to mean. For twas never our understanding that was meant to understand neither where we stand, nor why we stand where we do, nor then what this stance upon this branch is meant to be, nor become, nor thus we, nor whatever it is that we’re still to be. Rather our understanding stands often only in the way of the Way that won the way toward both where and thus who we’ve neither been nor thus ever had the ability to believe. Simply because unto those who believe in only what they see thin, things that aren’t seen are neither understood. And thus could never be believed, even if there were a scene to be seen at some point. Such as that painted atop a hill pained of both persecution and its purpose mixing so perfectly as to accomplish eternally the hope of eternity as promised by He who took our place and stole our lives back from that grave into which He, as of today, still lay. At least back then. Yes, I th...

1 Corinthians 13:12 NIV A prisoner of hope. Held in captivity by the obscurity that is eternity as counted against the muddied certainty of the scene presently seen inside the constantly shown and entirely too well known. And yet somehow still hard to understand. For such is the bountiful burden that is every hope any may ever have. It’s measured beyond the moment in what is a sheer audacity to consider the certainty of the otherwise unproven if not presently impossible. Indeed, any hope had is never a hope seen. For that would render the curiosity moot and thus destroy the loot that is whatever it is that we’ve looked to through hearts willing to go through whatever confusions or consequences may await between where we are and who we believe we might be. And this is a right difficulty in life, this stepping unto and steeping into a slipping on through the veils of confidence as torn to shreds of unimportance by the very fact that faith never asked us to be the ones who found the way n...

Romans 8:18 NIV Will be. But not yet. Because, like it or not, and most mostly don’t, we’ve still a life to live and lose within what is this in between bound between here and home by what are chains of change. And it’s because of our problem with the ways in which He helps us change that this middle is often muddled in what feels a huddle of a life lived on a fourth and long looking for some sort of miracle to just us get through those many moments that make us feel as if we’re ourselves fading into the fall of it all because of the many problems we’ve made. For such is the weight of the wait as discussed a bit yesterday. It’s won within our weighing the wait of what is an anchor that’s held us outside of where hope always was. Just don’t think we ever really knew that we didn’t have to stay outside. We only did because the path aimed into His will looks like fire and failure and thus probably our finding and feeling frustrated failures who fail to find or feel the courage to count th...

James 5:7 NIV The weight of the wait. There seems, as life grows toward wherever life goes, this growing knowing that the waiting is weighing a worth of wonder as to whether whatever may be good enough as measured always against the unseen uncertainty of the perhaps better still. And I think that it’s that stillness that finds us so often afraid as we wait for whatever more may be in store that seems to most a horrible bore as borne within the moment in which we’re at present already surrounded with what seems a perfect plenty. And it’s, to us, this supposed plenty already perfected that exists as if only to remind of the more we could have right now as opposed to later on if we’d just do as our impatience would prefer as present. For within this world there is undeniably a great many good enoughs and even quite a few pretty greats. But that’s where it begins to find this weighing, this life spent mostly in waiting. It’s found within the feeling that what we want is rather a needing, f...