The Simple Believers Truth

     Where are the words? The perfect words describing a first love.      Reflecting on that day, I was entertaining a pure fantasy, a sincere desire to find a loving heart at the ripe old age of four.      Picture this! Sun streaming through our summer vacation cabin windows while dust dances on the light beams hitting the windowsill. Flinging back the covers, I sat up on the edge of the bed wiping the night-time grit from the corners of my eyes. The smell of yesterday's bacon and eggs still permeating  the air of the cabin bedroom. I grabbed hold of my musty smelling socks sliding them over my shove-like feet. I slowly put on my shirt, pants, and shoes oh so gingerly, tiptoeing past my very comatose parents sprawled out on the hide-a-bed in the corner of the cabin.      I gently swung open the rickety old cabin door stepping down on to the wobbling porch steps one at a time. My destination was the old ramshack...

  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

               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....