Frosted

The NEED
To create
A photograph
At times
Is palpable.
There’s an itch in my heart
God scratches
With photography.
It’s solitary in creation
But can bless many
Like God’s creation
Of His most prized possessions.
And sometimes
There’s no hidden meaning
Just a thing of beauty
To be fostered
Created
And shared.

The pic:

Evan had a tough time in the children’s ministry in church today.
Sometimes he knows when he’s been bad.
Today he had absolutely no control of his emotions.
Daddy just held him.

Treat

I know I’ve strayed from Him
And my soul feels the departure.
When my soul can’t take any more
It commands my flesh
To return to His word
And feel like I never left His
Arms.
Is that all love?
If it is there’s no room
For self loathing
Because it will always die
When confronted with
The admitted and unabashed
Proclamation of His love for me.
Then why do I do it?
It’s almost like a dog
Chasing it’s tail.
And evil loves that chaos.
It eats it up.
His word puts me in line
In order
With His love
And direction.
Which is boring
For evil.
So
When it fixes its eyes on me
And sinks it’s teeth in
Spit me out.
I don’t have the taste you want.

The pic:

My poor son sick
But asleep.
Finally.
He’s doing MUCH better now.