Experience

My greatest desire is for you to have an intimate experience

with our LORD and Savior.

Our faith journey is not a museum,

with red tape and security cameras

and people with badges keeping a scornful eye.

It is paint and easel, it is a cheering crowd

It is Play-dough and a full sprint

It is sweat and blood mixed with the Holy Spirit.

Our God is a living God!

Time for us to live like it.

Absolution

What a wonderful word!

The idea of our past mistakes being forgiven absolutely.

Are there still consequences for our actions? You bet.

But now we are not stuck in the past,

having instead been given a new way truth and life in which we can walk,

a future of promise.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD,

“plans to prosper you and not to harm you.

Plans to give you hope and a future.”

-Jeremiah 29:11

True Romance

True romance is found in pajamas,

sitting around reading a book,

and talking at tea shops

until the words run out.

 

True romance is day-long outings

to places you have never been before,

to explore something at a whim.

They’re in compliments over dinner

and simply holding hands while walking down the street.

 

True romance is found is the quiet running of errands

the conscious choice to spent time together,

being engaging,

laughing, listening, being a sounding board

to the day’s (mis)adventures.

 

True romance is found outside of solutions

when drama is spilled forth,

in the simple words “that stinks” and “I’m sorry.”

 

It’s helping out someone in need,

a friend, a family member, some guy on the street.

It’s cheering your partner on as they pursue their dreams,

and calling them out when they go astray.

 

It’s forgiving and being forgiven.

It’s serving God together

and hanging out with mutual friends.

 

It’s a hug. It’s a touch. It’s a smile.

It’s all the little things, as fluttery as a butterfly

caught up in the wind.

 

Picnic

The sun shines upon our windshield as we drive down the Blue Ridge, blaring 106.9 as we drive ’round bikers and sight seers toward the top of Grandfather Mountain.

Finally, we get there and we pull over and park. We pull the picnic stuff out of the back, the basket and the food and the sparkling water and the blankets. We take the short hike up through the trees, waving to other hikers, families and couples and elderly people with dogs.

We reach the top. We go out to the edge and look out. People are taking selfies. We stretch out our blanket and set up shop. We talk about the day, of work and worries, of small celebrations. We eat every last morsel and drink every drop, then we pack up and go home.

The view is just as lovely going down. It’s not about the journey or even the destination, but the time together. You gotta redeem the time while you can, cuz it’s fleeting. That’s for sure.

In the meantime, we’re happy just being us.

End of Book 3 + Special Announcement

Well friends,

We’ve made it to the end of book 3. This one especially important to me. I’ve tried to go bigger and better every time I’ve done one of these. What began as a flippant scribbling on a blog wall when I first came to North Carolina has blossomed first into a small poetry book, followed by a second poetry book with matching audio. Now, thanks your continued encouragement, I’ve decided to really go for the gusto. I’ve submitted my book for legit publishing. Ever since I was in high school, working on my first literary tome, I’ve dreamed of getting published through a major press. Now, years later, I’m going at it again, and I think it stands a really good chance.

I’ve definitely learned a lot over the years. Most of all: do what you all and don’t quit. And even more so than that, give it all to God, because He loves you and He is a good Father, more than capable of directing our steps to greener pastures.

I’m so excited to see where this next step in the journey leads.

Blessings to you all,

Aaron

A Hope of Romance

He had always considered himself a jester or a villain, someone brought in only to entertain or to kick before throwing out again; but there he was, in class, and the teacher gave him a script to read. It was a simple story about two friends trying to save a school. He performed it to the best of his ability. At the end, there was a collect “awww,” not aww as in pity or remorse, but in sympathy and encouragement. An eternal “isn’t that cute.”  The teacher turned to him and said, “you know, you could play a romantic lead one day.”

 

The student’s heart became afflutter. Romance was for the main stream, not the side characters. He never dared dream he was worthy of it. But here he was, hoping against hope, dreaming hard enough to be made reality. And the dream remained, though it took him a long, long while to see it achieved. But hope is a wonderful thing, flowers from the pavement, refusing to be quenched once ignited.

We all need a little hope in us. Thank you, Jesus.