Thirst Quencher


“All these things I will give you if you will fall down and worship me.”

Unlike Christ who rejected when shown the kingdoms of the world, many of us tempted by the devil, have never come down from that exceedingly high mountain.

Our thirst for greatness in man’s eyes, has cause us to pitch a tent next to its fountain.

A spring issuing all of our heart’s desire and in ignorance we consume, unbeknownst that our indulgences will eventually become unquenchable.

The plan has always been to hurt, abuse, reject, then catch us slipping, hung-over, from a life consumed with dipping and sipping of that fountain.

When we choose to make this walk about us, we’re stuck opening doors and holding them open, chasing dreams to make the world notice when in reality significance and promotion comes from God.

We were purchased of God, bought with a price, created in His image, made a joint heir with Christ.

Don’t be fooled by that which never satisfies, creating a bigger hole, having you craving the next high.

Commit your ways to God, let Him cause them to prosper, sip from never-ending wells, become rivers of living of water.


Today I Cried, and I Liked It!


I didn’t want to, tried to fight it, but somehow I felt it was required of me.
It wasn’t a selfish sacrifice but an earnest plea for many who find themselves in distress.
I cried for fatherless sons and daddyless daughters.
I cried for children left motherless, without her nurturing power, whom diseases have come and robbed, stolen, killed, and destroyed.
I cried because those once trusted to lead by example, pillars in the community, have now become crooked preachers, teachers, and leaders.
I cried because of the reality of living in a world where wrong is right and evil is good, where those with impure motives and evil intentions have become the majority.
The reality that living with standards makes you “judgmental” because of that I cried.
I cried because of family secrets, kept secret, which now haunts the next generation.
When I think of the innocent people that I’ve hurt, albeit knowingly or unknowingly, on the road to “there” I cried.
I cried because harm now adorned in help’s clothing, is deceiving even the very elect.
The realization I’m living in the prophetic word that warned: with the increase of wickedness, the love of many would grow cold, I cried…