Warrior Poet’s Log – May 12th, 2016

These are the nights that define us. When the enemy surrounds us in our darkest hour, to whom will we turn? Will we flinch or will we raise the banner? Will we stand when all else fall? Will we grit our teeth and charge into the abyss of uncertainty with complete certainty in our God? Many claim a testimony of gained growth in Christ after doubting outside the courts of weighty trial, but such a testimony pales in comparison to those who stand firm beside their Lord in the center of hell’s jury.

These are the nights that define us. When everything within threatens to cry, do we squelch the tears and shout for victory though no victory be in sight? Victory that is seen requires no faith, but without faith it is impossible to please Him, therefore it is in our darkest hour that our true faith is revealed. And as our good Lord asked, “When the Son of Man cometh, will He find faith on earth?”

These are the nights that define us. And this is the night that will henceforth define me. I have cried my way to crosses before, but not tonight. No, this time I accept the nails as my friends. I do not and cannot see my Lord’s plan, but I accept my present fate with a wry grin and a growl in my soul. Though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be swept into the midst of the sea, I will not fear. I trust my God to the end. His will be done and His kingdom come. Amen, and amen.

All is Yours, All is Well

God, my dreams are wholly Yours.
My future is not mine.
My hopes and fears with all my tears
Are Yours as well, not mine.

God, my laugh is wholly Yours.
My smile is not my own.
My teeth and tongue, while I’m still young
Are Yours and not my own.

God, my past is wholly Yours:
My jumps and falls and more.
My highs and lows with the hard blows
Are Yours then much more.

God, it’s true this world is Yours.
My world is Yours as well.
My past, my now, my fate, and brow
Are Yours, so all is well.

Thanksgiving Perspective

My submission for PCC’s Annual Thanksgiving Praise Service:

(It was very humbling to have it selected and read for the Church body)

Thankful for all the trials,
Heartaches, pain, and woe,
And the grace of God above
Never running low,
Keeping me on my knees,
Showing me His love,
Giving me what I need
In trials from above,
Violently pursuing me,
Insisting that I see
Nails can be the greatest gift,
Granting Christ’s likeness to me.

Face-planting a Garden

Proverbs 24:16, “For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief.”

My RA told me a few weeks ago,

“In the Hebrew language, the number seven is symbolically the number of completion. So when Proverbs 24:16 says a just man falls seven times and gets up again, It’s saying that even though a just man completely and utterly fails beyond all hope, he’ll still get back up.”


The summer is beginning to come to a close, and this has caused me to take inventory of everything that has occurred this summer and come to conclusions. So then the question hanging is, “What conclusions have I come to?” Well, that’s why I’m sitting on my dorm room bed on a Saturday afternoon, typing about life.

Summed up: I fell a lot! I mean… it’s almost comical (hence the title of this post).

But instead of going in depth on all of my failures, I would like to focus on Jesus.

I can honestly say that I never quit spending time with Him. I have learned that of all the disciplines in life that must be kept up no matter what, it’s time with God. If that slips, everything slips. That being said, in everything that happened over the summer, God always had ammunition to keep me keeping on.

God was faithful all the way through, and no matter how badly I face-planted life, His Word always reminded me, “Don’t give up! There is hope in Me!” And even when I was down in the mud, He continuously reminded me that He answers prayer, both big prayers as well as small prayers.

Hindsight is always hilarious because you can sometimes see God’s sense of humor a whole lot better when you’re not being dragged through the dirt on the back of a metaphorical four-wheeler. God knows exactly what we need and when we need it, and He’ll do whatever it takes to do what’s best for us because He loves us. And in the context of everything that He has done for us, you can’t help but laugh at the situations He’s brought along in our lives.


It’s true. This summer I face-planted a garden. But I find it a very beautiful garden if you ask me. It smells of God’s grace and portrays His love. I look back and laugh because He knew that I needed this summer to show me many things about myself as well as other people. How that will come into play in the future, I don’t know, but I do look forward to seeing Jesus prove Himself more and more faithful with each passing day.

Your Finest Hour

Your finest hour could be defined as that moment in life which defines you at your prime: a moment unprecedented by anything you’ve ever done before. And many of us are prone to the mindset that such a moment is sometime in our future, yet to happen.

But…

What if your finest hour is that least seen by all?
When no one sees God lift you up from the simplest fall.

What if your finest hour is that which is in prayer?
Where God responds to every cry and still, unspoken care.

What if your finest hour is when you take God’s Word
And say “I will!” before you think of that verse which you heard?

What if your finest hour is always in the now?
Hinging on the cross of Christ, beneath which broken bow.

What if your finest hour was at that moment won?
Based on Christ’s final cry, shouting, “It is done!”

The fact is that it is the truth. This is your finest hour!
Hinging not on your mere will, but in God’s mighty power!