Thoughts From Possum

"Never judge a man till you walk a mile in his shoes. Then when you do, you're a mile away from him and you've got his shoes."

His

Been realizing lately that in my dreams I truly want to love the world, but love is actually somewhat dreadful in reality. It is dreadful when looked upon by your flesh - without resolving, "not my will, but Yours" and after...joy is set before us. But make no mistake about the cost; the journey and road of it all - a death. But this is His glory, these are the purifying fires of love.

Anyway, I'm realizing that too...that we do have a flesh. We do what we do not want to do, and Jacob was called Isreal after he wrestled with the Lord, and that it's the wrestling we don't like.

I'm also realizing that I want to look artistic to you. Even now as I'm writing this blog I want to seem deep, mysterious, creative. He told me the other day that I will never be what I am not, and He told me to rejoice and be glad, for He is my Maker!

So I write to you tonight as His little one. Please, nothing else.

Thief

It's quiet here

and I'm not creative here,
and I make nothing here,

and my hands have been cut off
because I have stolen.

Listening is all He breathes on me,
and as I am breaking
I cannot here what you think about me.