After my dad passed last Spring at the age of 93, suddenly our whole daily routine came to an end. It was a hard summer of change that was kind of forced upon me. I will admit that I struggled for a while there. It was hard but I always knew that by trying to be of service to him that I had done the right things. Now I am resting. 15 or so years of intense (at times) caregiving takes its toll. I am at a point that I can rest deeply now though. No, my life if far over, but for

Because of the trauma I suffered early on when I was diagnosed with a mental illness as a young man, (the effects were indescribably severe), I decided that I would never risk passing this along to a new generation. Hence, I decided that I would refrain from romantic relationships and choose to be a single, chaste and celibate man. Now I'm not perfect of course, but at this point in my life I can assuredly say that that was the right decision to make. While I am a perpetual s

While I was waiting to get into my new apartment I didn't have a space to break out the computer and write so I was spending a lot of time in coffees shops while not working. That got expensive after a while and now that I have settled into a little place here, I have the luxury of being able to write all I want (when not working). A lot of what I write privately has been letters to my dad who passed last Spring. It is my way of grieving and keeping his memory alive as we spe

I am sitting here wanting to post again and the words just don't want to come. That is alright though. Sometimes no words are enough. Just sitting in the presence of God. Alas though, he is permitting me to writer here now! Oh how our God is great and good. I pray to the Holy Spirit now to help me continue on my mission to promote Christian wellness as a follower of Jesus Christ. I find myself now without a church to belong to and then realized that in fact this whole world i

I made a choice a long time ago as a young man to follow Christ wherever he would lead me and that lead me to a seminary at the age of 26. It didn't turn out well. I was diagnosed with a mental illness and sent home with my parents to seek follow up care. I've spent about 32 years trying to recover from that decision I made as a young man. I now find myself at peace with myself and my family, friends and neighbors. God knows me better than I know myself. I am entrusting my fu

I have the luxury of being able to express these words and prayers to God. I believe in my whole heart that God is Three Persons, Father, Son and Most Holy Spirit in One Godhead. I believe that all of our families will be reunited in His Heavenly Kingdom which lies beyond this earthly existence in all of eternity. I have no idea what that will actually look like or feel like when we all get there. There is much to fear in this world because this is where we learn to face our

I encourage you to thank God for the times that he allows you to be alone with your own thoughts and emotions. For me this is a time to connect with the spiritual world that is, to me, very real and personal. This isn't a fantasy world, but is a reality that many seem to either reject or just ignore anymore in the name of what I don't know. I have some space now to appreciate the spiritual blessings that God has imposed on me now. I can sit in the silence and connect with our

I find myself free So what shall I be But God's child moving on happily Did He not die Upon that cross If anything I know He is the Boss He sees this world Now as He Is People looking into that deep abyss Wonder I Why can't they Reach out and say No I know That's too much to ponder I just thank God that I can wonder When I see Him in His place Upon the altar Where He does not falter To help those He chooses Downward or up On little breadcrumbs Do I just sup

I just want to take the time out of the day to give thanks to God for all the good things that he continues to bless us with. I often get frustrated with situations but then remember His words to us from Holy Scripture: Luke Chapter 18, verses 1-8 Here's how I interpret it, He hears the cry's of the chosen. I broadly interpreted the chosen as those that are brought into this world by a mother and father as the chosen in my first book, I still adhere to that but Christ says

After my dad passed last Spring things moved fast for a while. He had his physical ailments yes but it was a beautiful march toward his little Calvary. He loved the gifts that God had given him of family and friends and above all Faith. I was driving home alone from Cleveland today and passed some of the places that we went together in years past on our occasional fun excursions. I will admit that it brought me to tears while I was driving but I knew that he would be wanti

Today I sat outside a church Afraid to even go in There was a bench to sit upon Wher'st I could sit and look in Twas there I felt a gentle breeze And breathed it in I say And Your sweet Spirit Lord Beckoned me to stay I felt Your Presence Revived my soul As I sat in the Splendor of natures gifts, Your gentleness to rule My heart and head it was a gift I found You there My Friend You beckoned me to write a bit And not my knee to bend So I come here, late in eve To thank You ju

Just got off work and now I sit Doing what I love Sitting here and resting Lord Look to You above? Nay right here with me and them All people long to be With You in peace and such and such Yes just life's harmony But oh the storms and winds and sea That rock the boats for sure And oh my golly here it comes Cold weather what a burrrr... But my small problems are but a nag Oh sure I've had my share Of big ones yes and all I say Hang on to Your Good Word Right now I'm going to w

Blessed place Books galore Never read Most or more Just what I was looking for Who does make these Places possible Where minds do meet On hither page Mind of God, that's Who I'd wage Peaceful silence Refuge still All these books Words to fill When I find one. What a thrill! What shall I look for here this day Something to help me go and say Something helpful to me and you Something beautiful and true Blessed time so I thank You. words the words countless words Oh but where wi

Sometimes I just want to say thanks to God after the end of a day. No psychology, no philosophy, no theology. Just sitting back and enjoying the rest. He has won my heart today once again. I'm going to go to bed early and just appreciate Him. Thank You.

As I sit in coffee shop after a long day I sit here sipping drink wond'ring what to say Oh a joy it is to write even though unknown It's to Thee oh Lord I write these so simple poems You know me and I confess that I am lacking true Faith tells me that you are with me which makes me happy too In this world I don't wander any more I say Cause you leadeth me by hand for this price You paid I just needed to be with You Here in blissful state Only You know where I'm going What's m

Dearest God I turn to thee The altogether Perfect One Sometimes waking here right now Feels like it just weighs a ton Money, people, things to pray for How I'd like to sit and hear Your Kind words re-assuring me That this will pass and we will be free Right now I have taken time To sit and offer this small rhyme Yes to You but it soothes my soul Just don't let me play the fool It is so humiliating yes When I am not at my best But for You I would go Through to life and like wi

I was talking to an older gentleman the other day that knew my father from the old church we grew up in. It was very enjoyable to be able to connect with him and my father too in a way. After a while, I asked about his family and in particular his parents. I was stunned to learn that his father died in a concentration camp during World War II. He was killed merely because of his nationality and this man I was talking to never brought it up until I asked about his parents. My

Confession: I realize now that I have been guilty of not giving Jesus Christ ALL the credit for whatever I have been able to accomplish in this past thirty years of recovery from my troubles. What prompted this post? Well, I was recently thrust into one of life's crises and came upon a group of Christians that offered me hospitality and even food from their table while moving forward in my Walk with Him again. It is through their genuine witness that it is Christ alone that

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