Loving is Living

How many times have we looked past the needy, overlooked the wanting, ignored the unloved? This last week I did not post because I was at a summer camp for a week called Angle Tree week. Every camper this whole week had at least one parent that was incarcerated. They were inner city kids from Dallas and Houston. Though I was training to be staff this week I had the amazing opportunity to be around these kids and help them through. The situations they go through I cannot begin to understand. Today, when you read this post, I just hope you remember those who are less fortunate than you. Remember the lost, the hurting, the hungry... Remember the outcasts and do not continue to ignore them That being said, the purpose of this post is perspective. It is easy to get caught up in the bad things, the wrong things, the sad things, but remembering the blessing is hard. Remembering how great we have it to live in a free country that protects us and recognizes our basic rights... None of us do t...

I didn't post this last week because (as most of you know) I was in San Diego at the National tournament for speech and debate. While I was there something I thought a lot about was this idea about living like there is no tomorrow. I have been told to live without regrets, to live in the moment and live every day to its fullest. None of those things are inherently wrong, what was wrong is how I took them. I lived in every moment, not thinking about how it would affect the next. I lived like there truly might not be any tomorrow, rushing everything and taking things out of their right time. I had the opportunity to speak on eternal life during the tournament, it was the last speech I ever gave competitively, and by far it was my favorite. When we, as Christians, think of eternal life we think of life after death, we think of heaven and hell. It is my belief that eternal life is more than that, so much more. My belief stems from the principle laid for in John 10:10 that so few of u...

Hey y'all, this is going to be short because I'm out of town and at a training week for a summer camp. You know all those times that you tell yourself how you could have done this better and be that better. We tend to be our own worst judges, we tell ourselves we are too this or not enough that. We point out flaws in ourselves that we easily overlook in others. Remember that it's ok that you aren't perfect. We have been so taught to focus on being the best, the greatest, the most talented, the most well known. We are taught to succeed but we have been taught that succeeding looks like fame, riches, and perfection. You are not perfect. You are too this and not enough that. But see, that's ok. I am not the most athletic, not the strongest, not the tallest, fastest, smartest, the list goes on. I have fears that are stupid, flaws that are irrational, I make mistakes that are just plain stupid. That has to be ok with me. Perfect imperfections... That is you and I. ...

Fire. Burning with fury deep in the night I stare into the depths of the flame I feel it proclaim ‘I am you’ … I freeze with fear and forget the fire that burns in front of my eyes Instead I see the despise of my life, my heart and my soul, laid bare before me ‘How can it be’? I question myself, ‘how do I hate this this heart fate has assigned to me?’ But I do. I see my heart and despise the weakness that is ever before me, the scars that will not ignore me, the doubts that do so implore me I bore myself to death my emotional health it drones on and gone down the drain like a poison It spreads, this time I dread, I feel like I’m dead but death knocks still upon the door and so I look My heart and soul in the fire I see my desire, to this I aspire, one day I’ll be hole… one day I’ll be healed So as I stare into the fiery depths of my regrets it starts to fizzle out like a bout of rain pours on my day I kneel on the grass and pray, I feel my past wash away and then ...

As the western wind whips my face And I see the clouds role in I hear a voice from far off place Come home my love, come home As the freezing rains soaks through my skin And the storm rages all around A whisper calls from deep within Come home my love, come home As the rolling hills go ever on And my winding path won’t end Tender words come with the dawn Come home my love, come home As the treacherous peaks rise before And civilization falls behind I hold to the call of my beloved Come home my love, come home Alas! I leave behind the strife And home comes into sight I run to my one, my only, my life I’m home my love, I’m home! As tears run down my weathered face And I smile from ear to ear I stand by my love, in my rightful place I’m home my love, I’m home   ~ Kaleb I wrote this poem this last year while thinking about what home really is. What is home to you? Is it your house? Family? Friends maybe? Is ...

You know those songs that you hear that bring you back to that one time in your life? Those songs that you hate to hear in public because you start to tear up? Music influences us in a good way, and sometimes in a bad way.  The same thing happens with movies, the same thing happens with the news. Movies, Music, News, the list goes on. What we listen to, what we watch, what we spend time on shapes who we are and affect who we will be. Media and entertainment is something that we tend to spend a lot of time with, but as always I ask why? What i want to question in the post is what are we allowing to influence us and where are we spending our time? I learned this lesson the hard way in an almost amusingly situation. For one whole year in speech and debate I studied terrorism, the whole year that was my section of expertise. So what happened? I caught myself scanning crowds at six flags, I caught myself constantly thinking about terrorism, even subconsciously. The news ...