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Sounds of my Writings: The Blind Spot

Like one driving in a vehicle, you feel safe, you are in control, and all the mirrors are correctly placed. You are moving at a good pace, and the classics are playing to a smooth rhythm. But, you are unaware that there is a “blind spot” that every vehicle and driver has. It’s a small area that most of us neglect, and at times it has avoided you, or you have avoided it.


It is still there, and if you have a good co-pilot he or she will be astute to warn you of it. They also are your watchman, a man or woman found within a thousand who has walked this journey with you in victory and in battle, and who represents the voice of God in your life. They hope that your blindness doesn’t obstruct your hearing as they hold alarmingly silent, watchful of its’ danger.


You have it, we have it, I have it, and our negligence will not eradicate its crack. For if only you can see through its opening, and the truth about its residence, you will avoid many pitfalls. Don’t neglect it’s subtleties so that you will not fall into being led, as the blind lead the blind. For it is there, and you need to be aware of it.

But all of a sudden wham, man, thank you, mam, it screams...I’m your blind spot why did you avoid me?

Matthew 19:16-22


16 Just then a man came up to Jesus and asked, “Teacher, what good thing must I do to get eternal life?” 17 “Why do you ask me about what is good?” Jesus replied. “There is only One who is good. If you want to enter life, keep the commandments.” 18 “Which ones?” he inquired.


Jesus replied, “‘You shall not murder, you shall not commit adultery, you shall not steal, you shall not give false testimony, 19 honor your father and mother,’ and ‘love your neighbor as yourself.”


20 “All these I have kept,” the young man said. “What do I still lack?”


21 Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”


22 When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth.


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Sounds of my Writings: Eternity, My Home

Why do I think about you? I feel as though I am young, but something draws me to you. A place where peace and the absence of noise are found. Your whisper can be heard louder than a thousand drums in my ear, awaiting my arrival. I long for you as a bride long for her bridegroom, to see the handiwork found in your secret place. That room that my Master has prepared for me, awaits its child. And, I’m coming home soon dad, I love you.


I once was afraid of you and was taught by many of the elders that you were always part of the story. But, I feared you until I found love. Until he who has made you His dwelling place, extended his arms and hands to transform my heart about many things. If only my children and those I cherish and served can come to this same gift of understanding provided by His grace. To know how deep, how high, how long, and how wide His love is, it will set them also free from the fear of you.

There is a set time, a set place, and a set of events that will lead me to you. But, all I ask is that when that moment comes I can be found worshipping like the patriarchs of old. That my song may rise, my praise is heard, and my worship is felt by the one who created me. As the echo of my voice turns silent, and the branches of my arms wave. Let the remembrance of my presence be as a fresh wind to the trees I left behind in this vineyard called earth. Eternity, you are my friend and my destiny.

A place I shall call home.


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