The Simple Believers Truth

      Let's start the journey with what was in my head at nineteen years old. I went to Catholic grade school, but it never really was a serious part of my life. However, I could never understand why there were these stairsteps to the Father in Heaven. I reasoned it out like this; Hmmm, there's priests, bishops, archbishops, cardinals, and the pope. Why wasn't it just God, the Father and me. At this point, I did believe in God, but I hadn't thought that much about Jesus.    Well, at nineteen, I was in college, but never really dated much, so when a friend said, I know a girl who would really like to go out with you. I thought, yea, that would be great! We enjoyed going out roller skating on some dates and the others, we enjoyed a night out dancing. After many, many dates, things began to get serious. Now, we were headed into some heavy duty discussions about believing in Jesus as your Savior, God, etc., etc.,     Our talks began with my future wife say...

  Thankful Thankfulness Who can object Who can oppose thoughts obey The disciples reflections The sun rises creation awakes anticipating the day speaking forth Father's truth in plain sight of his creatures Morning air flows through  waking the seminal senses Eyelids ascend skin meets skin  eyes behold dancing dust on golden rays Moment by Moment Father's watchful eyes gaze on  the overjoyed disciple The disciple reflects turning the faucet cool water streams through slender fingers The disciple possesses everything yet possesses nothing clutching lightly to life Which is his and is not The disciple's way guided by the Father's light falls not into darkness but joy flowing from the heart of his reflections Thankfulness relentlessly floods every inch, every fiber of the disciple The disciple delights in whispering wind wafting over skin Overwhelmed by all The disciple is thankful To his Creator

 He's Waiting The last breath Fleeting softly from my lips You slipped slowly from my body Then I felt It! The Peace beyond all understanding It is good! Very Good! All of life I waited You have come I am a tender lamb who has found his rest surrounded by your loving arms after the last breath. A Servant's Heart My heart speaks I must be less He must be more Saturating my being The Holy Spirit gives To all who ask The Holy Spirit knows our needs Needs given unto maturity Stripping off the stone Replaced with caring flesh Giving all Receiving little Maturity abounds As we pass through Experience teaches The disciple reflects On learning observed Providing understanding For future days Looking out Battling on Retreating Not From Others needs In the end A servant's heart Pure and clean.

               So, we are back on the road again exploring what it means to make Jesus our first love. I remember that we love because Jesus loved us enough to die for us on the cross. I know that the Holy Spirit lives in me. I'm so trying to understand more and more. I am not trying to make excuses. I am what I am. I am looking for help and understanding from other believers who might shed some light about coming back to our first love.     In this journey of life (I am now seventy years old), it has been a growing process of learning how to love God, our Father as well as Jesus the Son for I had a distant type of relationship with my earthly father. However, now, after many years reading the Bible, prayer, reflection, etc.., I am changing and seeking how to come to Jesus and love him more.       My Simple Prayer: Help me Jesus to treasure you more, to value you more, help me love you more.  Until...

      So, it has been my intent to start this blog for quite a while now, but I have been dragging my feet. I believe that it has been mostly out of fear. However, I know that our Father is love and perfect love casts out fear. I want to be an encouragement to those who will be reading as well as desiring your encouragement too. So, I will be courageous and move forward trusting in the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.     First, I wanted to describe my first love of Jesus in the beginning. I wasn't "On Fire" as some have said, or others saying, "I know the exact date I was born again!" Mine was a simple, childlike, and trusting faith yet, I felt distant from God. However, I believe that everyone's journey of coming to know Jesus is unique.     I have believed in Jesus for over fifty years now, and the honest truth is that I have struggled with ups and downs in the doubts department (saved/not saved, loved/not loved by the Father, etc....