Sentiments of years past

It's no surprise to anyone that knows me that I am a sentimental pack rat. I collect random items from all sorts of events and things and places that i have been to or have participated in. Movie ticket stubs are my favorite thing to keep. I enjoy looking back and remembering not only the movie that i viewed but also who i went with and the entire evening i can remember based solely off the small ticket stub. Most of the items i have held onto over the years get shoved in a drawer or on top of my desk. When i clean my room i get the great opportunity of going through those items and remembering all the memories that coincide with that particular object. (i know your probably thinking wow what a hoarder) but no its really not that bad of a collection its just all random things. Anyway tonight i happened to be reminiscing while sitting at my desk and i noticed a small book next to my yearbooks on my shelf. so i picked it up and flipped through the pages. the first 5 or so pages were all scripture verses that had excellent purpose about life lessons that my mother had made me write down when i was a child. the other pages appeared to be a diary of sorts from a long time ago, the summer before i entered high school. It was really interesting to read and realize the immense change that has transpired in my life since then and the similarity's that still exist today in my life. After reading it i knew i had to write in it. Call me crazy but the book demanded an update on my life so i took literally 20min and updated this little unknown diary of mine. It was great writing pen and paper something i seldom do. Knowing that computers may change and crash over the years and that this little book that has somehow lasted all these years will probably still exist in another 5 years is fantastic. I cant wait to see where my life will have lead me and how i have changed in another 5 years. Okay your probably wondering what this has to do with sentiments of years past and where the usual biblical integration is well... the bible was written and survived thousands of years, i encourage you to write your story because everyone has a story and put it somewhere its not read daily and to have the opportunity to look back is life changing and everyone can learn from even their own mistakes of the past. I know i sure have. Just think when your old you can read it and remember the days of your youth and the memories both good and bad will live on forever in written ink.

Song Symbolance

In today's world many people would agree with the statement: Music is selected based on beat not lyrics. If a song has a catchy beat that you can dance to and stays in your head than its deemed good music. But if you ever have read the book of Psalm in the Bible, this book has all songs but absolutely no beats. No hints left at all about how they were originally intended to be played. David leaves us with the words, the lyrics to the songs. These come to us in the form of praise songs and songs of woe and desperation to God. David realized the importance of meaning in songs, a thing that not many people still value. I personally struggle with the desire to listen to explicit music, valuing the beat over the content. Have you ever stopped to listen to what your favorite song is actually saying? I bet its not uplifting or encouraging. But yet mindlessly we all sing along to the top songs of the decade and think nothing of it. My favorite aspect to Davids writing is the fact that he showcased the good times and the times of trail and hopelessness. Davids message of repentance and the refuge that can be found in God alone is timeless and should make us all think about the choices we are making even just in music alone.I'm not saying abandon all popular music, I'm merely suggesting take the time to truly listen and what you might find is Jesus speaking saying "delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart" Psalm 37:4.

Severed Perspectives

Embedded deep inside a decade lost to the ages

  Lay the calm serenity that surpasses the sands of time.

  As waves crash impeding the corroding surface of the shore

  So does the era of man, corrode against the inescapable

Ever looming presence that dwells within us all.

  The music ceases among the draining sounds of society

  Tone, vibrancy and rhythm that once filled the bells to the cathedral

  Now are a decadence that has sine vanquished

  The Sunday scurry of heels and the faint swish of drooping dress’s

  Accompanied by the clacking of shoes and the tipping of hats

  Amidst the car doors opening and closing

  has become as faint as the gentle breeze

  that would caress against the face of the solitary shore.

This is a poem I wrote awhile ago about how society has lost perspective on what is truly important in life, going to church. I wrote this with the vision of the old ideal of Sunday best and getting fancy clothes on and dressing up, and now people don't value going to Gods house like that anymore if people even go at all. This is the sad reality that has abducted the world in which we live in.