Morning Coffee Thoughts

 

 

 

3/31/09

Picking up the fiddle seemed distant where once it was natural

But then the leaves were not yellow.

Placing it under his chin he doubt the notes could be pure like before

Pulling the bow across the strings the music came

Diifferent yet holding parts of older days

The music still held

That which was in part, of who he was.

 

Life’s  hardships can cripple and dammage us so severely  and for such a long period of time that who we are  is shattered in pieces.

Such was the way I felt when I wrote the above,and realized that the cave I was hiding in for comfort had to come to an end. Being a man, doing the hard thing is not hiding but stepping forward out from where one is hiding.

Not clinging to self and darkness but reaching out to GOD by admitting that in and of myself I have nothing, not even desire, but what ever rags of my life there are, I give to you. 

It is this surrender that allowed me to see that What Christ offered was  himself.

Saying ted you can stay with your rags or you can let me clothe you with who I am. You can live your life in tedville or live your life where I am your identity .

You can live with this beautiful coat of righteousness or keep your rags. You can run back and forth from my coat to your rags or you can give yourself a break and live in my peace my love my direction.

“so I laid the rags of my life at the foot of the cross and he made something beautiful of my life.”