QUIET PONDERINGS

QUIET PONDERINGS

(By: Tyararr J. Jones)

I hear your voice O God, below the waves of countless grumblings and lies of this world.

Your gentle touch finds me restless and eager for that something else that beckons me relentlessly.

Lead me O God, to the revealings of what that something is.

It robs me not of sleep, but shares the chair with the anxiousness of my heart.

I quietly and softly walk close behind You as You lead the way.

The hand of darkness grasps at my feet that I might lose my way on this path You lead.

Comfort drowns me as I bask in your presence that sustains me and picks me up from the fall of my choices.

You, O God, are the quiet amidst the echoes of my searching heart.

You, O God, are the completeness to spots of void left by my temporary pleasures.

You, O God, are the peace in the daily battle between my flesh and spirt.

You, O God, are the foundation of my faith.

You, O God, are the smile that my heart needs at that special moment of my day.

You, O God, are the reason I get up when I fall.

You, O God, are the compass of my life.

You, O God, are the source of my restrain.

You, O God are the giver of my breath.

You, O God, are the giver and taker of what I have experienced.

You, O God, are the wisdom of my thoughts.

You, O God, are the healer of my heart.

You, O God, are are the quiet voice that calls out to me when I feel alone.

You, O God, are the friend that hears me, speaks to me, knows me, accepts me, understands me, loves me, forgives me, sustains me, guides me, protects me, and daily carries me.

You, O God, are the stillness of my restless thoughts and unsettled heart.

You, O God, are the quiet that I daily seek and the want I will always find. For you are always near.

MY LIFE'S COMPASS

MY LIFE'S COMPASS

(By: Tyararr J. Jones)

Pressing forward on this path I go,

Unsure at times of what I really know.

Storms that rain and press me for my peace of mind,

Fighting me for the reins of those things that are joyful and kind.

Reaching forth with weary hand from bended knee,

God I beckon you and seek for you with this humble plea.

Direct my life-long path and show me your perfect way,

Renew my mind and refresh my mouth with the words to say.

Pressing forward on this path I go,

Unsure at times of what I really know.

The cage of my heart is daily rattled and shaken,

Memories of my stumblings and choices of which I have been mistaken.

Be thou my pure vision that continually I will daily see,

The compass of my life is the Cross of Calvary.

CHANGING FACES

CHANGING FACES

(By: Tyararr J. Jones)

The canvas of my life's portrait has been blanketed with the imprint of many people.

You, O God are the Creator of this work that that you continually paint.

Friend and stranger have shadowed the path of my journey quite often.

The encounter of both have brought me: joy, pain, encouragement, confusion, wisdom, ridicule, excitement, nausea, expectation, and heartbreak.

Each person is a piece of God's handiwork to aid in my molding, breaking, pruning, and turning me into the person I should be.

The hard part at times is accepting those I call friends as tools that will cause me pain.

Should I avoid pain as my fearless predator?

My proper response to it is only going to make me stronger.

True friends sharpen.

Imitators of friends only drain you and never give back.

I must understand that the faces of life will continually change on my journey; but

My God in Heaven will not.

God and God's love for me does not change.

Therefore, I will rest in His love that does not change.

I will trust in His promises that do not change.

I will delight in His presence that is always near.

I will commit to this path He has chosen for me.

I will glory in the Cross, for its power never changes.

As the faces on my life's canvas continually change, may I faithfully keep

My trust in God and His handiwork.

For God and His way is PERFECT!!

STORM OF MY HEART

STORM OF MY

HEART

(By: Tyararr J. Jones)

Though we share the same path, you keep me at a distance.

Though I share my compassion with you, you reject it with confidence.

Though I open my heart, you keep yours closed.

Though I call you friend, you call me a stranger.

Though I call you a close friend, you consider me a distant acquaintance.

Though I step out in faith, you respond with fear.

Though I dare to keep you in my heart, you shun your feelings like a disease.

Though my present thoughts of you are painful, my past memories of you have left an imprint of joy.

Though I rather not see you nor speak to you while in this storm,

You will forever be a cherished memory.

REJECTED

REJECTED

(By: Tyararr J. Jones)

Where did I falter in my ponderings of this choice?

Each step was made in prayer and patience of mind and heart.

My heart was stedfast against my emotions, seeking not to lose control.

Desires were laid to rest that my will not be sought after.

The door was unlocked to my chambers of compassion that I sought to give.

Was this path chosen in ignorance by my illusion to the one I cherished?

Have I wasted my time in this temporary friendship?

The pursuit of patience continues for the search of that one who defines love and true friendship as I do.

The void sets in as the wave of loss creeps itself in.

My perspective of beauty, compassion, sweetness, and sensitivity has not changed.

The person in whom I see these things may.

My eyes are open, but my heart remains at bay seeking to be stirred by the one who sees me and accepts me for who I am.

Lord, reveal to me again your picture of a true close friend and one that loves back.

Deer crossing

Watch where you are driving...

Can you see this where you live?

Another snowshoeing view

Happy Trails

One of my views while snowshoeing

How's your view?

Look out my window every morning!

Speechless

You can't get this in Florida!

Tubed out!

Me and my friend Brian Smoker. He is the Camp Director at Camp Eden in Golden, Colorado. If you have never heard of it, you need to check it out.

Lead me to the rock!

Hey, I climbed that!

Worth the trip to Colorado

My favorite pic of my entire trip! God made that, not evolution.

Snowy Thoughts

If you haven't done it, you need to try it.

On top of the world!!!

Still climbing my way to the top. Breathtaking!!

Cold Climb

Climbing at Camp Eden in Golden, Colorado