“No Strings Attached”

God didn’t give me a story
He gave me a life
“I” chose the story
the words
the sentences
the punctuation
the paragraphs
the chapters
my actions gave Him the titles
my reactions made up the turmoil
the plot
the climax
at the end of my story
I met Him
which left the door open
for a whole new series
about His story
played out through me

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“A Homeless Heart”

When they look at me, what do they see?

a lifetime lived
a career fallen behind?

When they look at me, what do they see?

a dream of who I wanted to be
do they realize I have a name?

When they look at me, what do they see?

childhood memories
a family’s love?

When they look at me, what do they see?

the need for a friend
a soul crying out?

When they look at me, what do they see?

nothing
they look the other way

Being Watched

Yesterday, during my lunch, I took some time to talk to my mommy. It was so good to talk with her. As the time went on, we began to talk about my friend, Lee. She knew of him from Facebook and totally understood when I said good-bye to her to share with him a quick hello, which turned out to be an amazing fifteen minutes.

A few people have asked me how he became homeless. When I thought of why, I realized it wasn’t in my head anywhere, so I doubted if I’d ever asked him, so I had planned to ask him yesterday. Continue reading