Late Night Stash of Photos Find

So many pictures found.
Images of life being lived.
Death prevented while hope prevails.
Bitterness mixed with trepidation.

Where does this all lead?
What Rabbit Hole will come next?
Am I lost as I wander,
or is it I am standing
in the center of Your hand
a second from embrace?

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I'm...alive.
At least it's raining heavily.
That is always a beautiful, wonderful and understated thing.

Desk, meet head.
Head, meet desk.
Try not to hurt one another too badly when you connect.

God I want to go to church so badly.
But...of course can't.
Some sort of correlation is there...

Hope Still Flies

Wow.
Somehow I always forget to update this thing...and the time keeps flying along.
I've taken a ton of photos which I am in the process of getting back from TW (had to use her camera since mine went bust).
Outside of photography my writing over the past year has been rather difficult.

My health problems have gotten to the point where I'm having trouble keeping up with work/rent and I tend to be far too frustrated to write.
If I'm not completely medicated out of my mind on medication then I will sometimes spend time with TW...cooking, traversing the neighborhood, playing Metal Gear Solid 3, talking about silly absurd things...really she has been such a joy to be around despite my health being shot to Hell.

I have been writing scraps of poems, outlines for essays, started a work document for my oft talked about but never completed RPG using RPG Maker XP...there is this, that, everything, something, nothing...beauty, pain, hope, fear...all the elements of a life I am trying to reclaim and make some measure of sense with.

I can safely say that no matter the dark, the pain or seemingly impossible the situation is...there is hope, and that hope still flies.

I'm alive.
Hurting like a mofo.
But alive.
Thank God for life even with the pain and loneliness.

Psalm 31

"Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am in distress.
Tears blur my eyes.
My body and soul are withering away.
I am dying from grief;
my years are shortened by sadness.
Sin has drained my strength;
I am wasting away from within."
-Psalm 31:9-10

I know there is Hope, Love and Grace.
But the waiting,
the pain of seconds becoming minutes becoming hours,
how long,
how long shall I wait?
Till my age increases
and my hair becomes fully gray
and these belittled bones into dust?

Some say it is melodrama
but my life is empty, incomplete
and at such a loss
without You, Abba, Father.

These words are nothing without You.
For it is You who gives meaning,
that creates a purpose
from being awake until dreaming,
all of the pain has this purpose
but it only is derived from You.

What shall I do?
What can I do?
What must I do?

These songs are fleeting
but I feel Your melody,
it is within me
and far without
as I wait here.
Lost in dreams
becoming nightmares,
stuck in this Beyond
never knowing
or sure.

Lover please Love me.
Do not be distant.
Or wait till I have decayed from doubt and pain,
rescue me.
Once again.
This is a trap and pain of my own devising
but You alone can rescue me.
Only You are wonderful, beautiful and perfect.
These ashes of my life will be scattered soon,
so please do not tarry.
Do not tarry Love.

I think this may be the best thing I've written in several months:

http://lamecreation.blogspot.com/2012/02/rpg-of-life-sidequests.html

Psalm 29

"Honor the LORD, you heavenly beings;
honor the LORD for his glory and strength.
Honor the LORD for the glory of his name.
Worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness."
-Psalm 29:1-2

Honor, glory and Love to thee,
my Frighteningly Beautiful Lord, to thee alone.
All of these fake gods, false idols and things that distract me,
all are nothing, were nothing and shall be nothing.

All is fading,
broken
and lost in the coming twilight.
Hope still flies.
Even in the darkest nights of my soul,
for You alone are Beautiful.
You alone are Good.
Thank You.
Thank You.
Forever deserving of worship and praise,
You have carried me.
Thank You.

Some beautiful music.
A little progress on work.
Wonderful evening with TW as well as dinner and a story.

Hope in small things...and some in bigger things.
Where am I to walk?
How am I to?

Orp... o_o

Quote of the Day:

"The story so far:
In the beginning the Universe was created.
This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move."
-Douglas Adams

Psalm 28

"I pray to you, O LORD, my rock.
Do not turn a deaf ear to me.
For if you are silent,
I might as well give up and die.
Listen to my prayer for mercy
as I cry out to you for help,
as I lift my hands toward your holy sanctuary. "
-Psalm 28:1-2

And so, such an apt prayer.
Such an appropriate verse to read.
My soul is trampled and lost in the mire.
It becomes a question of what may or may not.
Feeling dead, uncertainty and mixed emotions.

And yet, here we are.
Once again.
So many thoughts.
So much unknown.

I can hope.
I can fear.
So much pain.
Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual and psychological.
I have not a clue who I am or what I will be.

All these words I'm muttering are about me.
Where are You in this pain?
How far are You?
My Love, my Abba, the one closest and somehow furthest away.
I will wither without Your Love.
Look at this mess of a life.
The Fibromyalgia, anxiety, surgeries, pain, reckless pain.
My soul is dry and dead without You.

Food, music, sunlight, air, stories, work, reading...all have lost their flavor.
Like salt which has gone beyond use, they no longer bring anything relevant or useful to my life.

Here I am.
Praying.
Hoping.
There is hope, even with my despair and pain...the Light has burned even brighter.
That there is more than this pain.
And fading humanity.

Whatever happens, give me grace and conviction to turn back to You.
This broken heart, this wounded soul need You.
I thirst for Your Love and Spirit.
For Grace again.
To fall in Love again but more than that...to remember the Cross and follow.
To carry the burden of Yours that is not a burden.
To let loose this poison and hold to You.

I know it's a bit silly wishing I was less conflicted, less in pain, less torn...because this is a broken world.

There is beauty, there is wonder, there are things not just worth dying for...but actually living for.

However, when you are feeling as though you have fallen into...and might just be stuck in life's gutter...it's so easy to lose perspective and forget who you are, why you were born and what it is you are just capable of living and being.

Ah.
A migraine.

Quote of the Day:

"Truth is not always the best basis for happiness. There are certain lies which may constitute a far better and more secure foundation of happiness. There are people who perish when their eyes are opened."
-Wilhelm Stekel

Quote of the Day:

"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."
-Wilhelm Stekel

GOOGLE PLUS ACTUALLY LETS YOU EDIT THE POSTS YOU MAKE FOR GRAMMAR?!?!

If I needed a false god, its name would be Google.

I hate conflict.
God, did I pick a bad planet to be born upon.

One step forward medically and multiple steps back with physical pain.
Spiritual pain as well...death in the family and aching for a friend who is stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I tend to be stuck between alot of rocks and a lot of hard places.
Sometimes I am not sure WHICH are the rocks and WHICH are the hard places.

But there is prayer.
Grace beyond understanding.
An all encompassing hurricane of love that is my Abba, my God and Strength, my Love and Lover.
I breath and live for such as Thee.
Such paltry and simple words...as I am amazed.

The pain will end.
One day.
Just not today it seems.

Meh.

I am dramatically underwhelmed with some of this stuff.
It would be easier if life could be cast in black and white with little gray...but I never seem to luck out in those situations.

Slow recovery is going...er...slow.
But at least it is happening.
Thank God.
Thank You Jesus for being here...ups, down, lefts, rights, pain, joy, sorrow and hope.

So sinus surgery...not all that fun.
Seriously.