Shattered

Why does it always seem like you could throw a glass at the concrete floor and it won't break, but the moment you knock it accidentally onto the carpet it explodes into a million pieces? Well, maybe it's something like the glass can withstand all it sees coming, but when someone you loves knocks you down unexpectedly? That's the type of thing that shatters. And now, you're kneeling on the floor trying to pick up the pieces but all it's doing is cutting your hands and hurting you more and more. You're in the middle of a mess, with no foreseen way to fix the broken glass. You can't go left, can't go right without encountering the mess that's been made of your life. What about up? What if we looked up and threw our hands in the air like a toddler that's tired of walking on their own two feet. "Up, Daddy, up!" My feet are tired, my hands are bloody, my heart hurts. 
But even if we escape the reality that has left our body broken, we are not yet healed. We are bloody and bruised and still need time. Life doesn't give you a cure-all, Life gives you the strength to endure another day. To look up and find the strength to get through the mess. The strength to love. To hurt. To heal. 

Listen to My Voice

I made a blog. Why? Because I think that Facebook is overrun with tired souls. Tired souls who find it simplest to complain to others about the problems they confront in their daily lives. You are not alone, tired souls, for I am there too. I am worn out. Recently I have been struggling to simply trust, to simply believe the truths I've known for years. God is with you. God is ever faithful. God is love. The more I've heard of His love and His goodness, the harder it's been for me to believe it. How could you do all that for me, a sinner? How could you do that for me, who every single day stumbles. Falling hurts, God, don't you know that? Oh, yeah...You're the one who has picked me back up, every single day. 
In basketball today we played a team we were sure to beat. We were unquestionably going to defeat the enemy, and we knew it from the start. Why would there be a need to worry? Oh no, the coach put me in the wrong position. Coach, I'm in the wrong place, how am I supposed to know what to do? How am I supposed to know where to go? Coach, do you see me, I'm in distress here! From the sidelines the coach never worries, never misses a beat. "Dino, you need to listen to me now, I'll tell you what to do". Just listen to my voice, the one who will you guide you. Just listen to my voice, the one who will teach you. This enemy, we're going to win. 
It hit me hard. Not the ball, thankfully. The truth. The truth that it's the same with Jesus. Just listen to His voice, our Father. Just listen to His voice, our friend. Where you are is where I want you, just listen to My voice, and I will guide you through it. So, tired souls of the world unite, we are not going to lose this battle, we have our Coach; our Jesus.