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There’s a hero in there… somewhere.

I know this because I can’t sleep without dreaming of people I want to inspire and I can’t be awake without seeing maxed out potential all around me. Sometimes I feel like lost poetry in motion, emotionally charging for creative assault and battery. I feel the coursing rivers of a curious strength in me, but the clouds across my mind have me feeling like my undiscovered gifts are a hidden disease.

I’m not aiming to please, but it feels like I missed the mark. If I don’t stop it quickly the ghostly burden of failure before enduring will drive me to my knees. There’s a hero inside me somewhere, but I feel like my super powers are super used to stay super sane. The picture of mediocrity in a different frame. Measurable discord in the membrane…

But in the quiet moments of my thinking… that hallowed space between one thought and the next… a mighty force deep in my soul crackles with power and vision. The voice of God pours through and I’m reminded that the battle isn’t the fight- it’s the perseverance. What? Easy to say for You Almighty God! You don’t have to deal with the doubt in my thoughts… you don’t have the burden of being blessed with something so incredible that you don’t really have words for it…

I say there’s a hero somewhere inside me, but I’m not sure I’ve earned it… the right to use that word. But then again- how can you earn the right to something you were born with? I didn’t choose this- creativity, vision, hope- I woke up with it.

It’s me.

There’s not a hero somewhere deep inside afterall… because the hero is me already.

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Keep Pushing

When you’re broken…
Keep pushing.

When your heart aches…
Keep pushing.

When nothing makes any kind of sense…
Keep pushing.

When depression tries to drag you down…
Keep pushing.

When angst lays claim to your soul…
Keep pushing.

When every move seems to be the wrong one…
Keep pushing.

When God seems silent…
Keep pushing.

When the fury overtakes your soul…
Keep pushing.

No matter what life throws at you, keep pushing because life will never stop throwing. The one who endures is who will come out on top.  So keep pushing… and don’t ever stop.

Work or Bust

Let’s begin the countdown… You see – I’m counting clowns.  Everybody talks good game these days, but once you pull their cards you can see that they’re Jokers.  Fakers, and haters, needing a beating by fireplace pokers.  This is a call to the authentic.  The horn is sounding loud and strong for those who have meant it.  I’m the Dealer and I’m calling the Kings to make an appearance.  This is the atmosphere.  Queens put on your crowns, so that the Kings know who you are.  Jacks, you guys manage the vision, be its herald, and make its content your mission.  For all of the numerals working hard in the system, work harder and get creative, so you can get to ears that will listen.  No one’s checking for a whisper.  What is wanted is you – just a lot clearer.  Shout it, dance it, sing it, rap it, whatever you do though make it as skilled as Michael Jackson and as natural as a habit.  The countdown has begun… Won’t be long til I reach one… When it’s over and done – which side will YOU be on?

~The Wordsmith

Today

This week has been the most depressing week of my life.  Or maybe it’s been years.  Perhaps centuries.  …When the sun touched horizon, my face touched the floor.  When ambition prodded me in the back, I collapsed at the door.  Greatness took my hand, and Faith raised me up so I could stand, but then I breathed a whiff of Doubt, and took a glass of Overwhelming to the head… Daily this was my routine.  Waking up in bed dreading the space between that moment and evening, because I felt void of meaning, meaning that there was nothing worth doing, and I had to fake it… It was not a good time.  There was no hero to rescue me – or perhaps I was blinded… There was no healing serum, or magic recipe… Day in and day out, I bore the burden of the bareness of my necessities, because with no purpose – I had no needs for anything…

But today – was different. I woke up with my head up.  I opened my eyes and could breath – I wasn’t choked up.  My ears were unclogged, and i could perceive the echoes of Destiny and Resolution – had they always been speaking?  It felt like they chose this moment to speak up.  Revelation was a rhythm, and I was an emcee tearing the beat up… Jabbawockee gone rogue, out there tearing the street up.  … In my mind I proceeded cautiously, and in my mind’s eye I saw I was coffin free.  Unsure of what to do next, besides continue taking steps… Gifted with life gills, even under water I’m taking breaths.  I want to run and tell somebody of the this marvelous transformation, because my spirit is so elated, it seems this depression is outdated, because the day that the Lord saved me, He echoed the words He said when He made me… Joshua – be very strong and courageous, this depression and doubt is not yours.

However, underneath the layers is a thin filament of fear… Tougher than a splinter, thinner than a hair strand… What If plagues me, and bridles my wild steed of joy.  What If it’s a lie… What If I’ll be down again tomorrow night… What If this is a cycle that I keep falling into over and over again…

What If makes excellent points, and I guess he is tactically superior, because I have only one strategy… Rip the cages from around my faith, go hard in all things no matter what it takes, be careful not to intentionally put myself out of place, and surrender everything the sheer bigness of God.  Afterall – if a Shepherd can’t aid a struggling sheep, he’s not much of a Shepherd then is he?

 

 

 

~The Wordsmith

Line In The Sand

I do not want this anymore.

Tree selected…

I refuse to be trodden on by anything or anyone.

Bough identified…

Greatness must become my way of life, and insanely sane hard work the path upon which I trod.

Bough snapped…

Weakness, fear, misgivings, naysayers, my past, ignorance, laziness, deference, indifference, discouragement, slowing down have all got to go.

Bough stripped…

The fingers of fatigue I boldly snap, time wasting I break its back, foggy head I send to a nap, staying in bed no none of that.

Bough planted…

I commit to the vision though it may cost me time, pleasure, blood, sweat, and tears.

Bough dragged a bit…

In times of peace, times of stress, times of joy, times of strain, times of opposition, times of defeat… I am committed to the vision.

Dragged further…

Over arching principles guide me, and bind me to purpose, and never shall I cut those cords.

Dragged further still…

God is my Head, His Son is my light, His Spirit my anchor and counselor.

Dragged to the end…

NOTHING in alignment with contrary forces is allowed on this sacred ground – including myself.  If a part of me goes rogue, it’ll go better for my health to toss it back with the kelp.

Bough planted…

Before all witnesses do I make this decree: Never shall I cease til I have possessed all this land… And never shall I regress or whither – here burns the line in the sand…

 

 

 

 

 

 

~The Wordsmith