Poems from Heaven

It’s been a tough day, one of those days that I wish you were here. I opened one of your journals and I couldn’t help but laugh at how similar we are. Just like my journals yours are incomplete.. halfway filled and you skip pages, then decide to write on the last pages, just like me! I read some of your words and was somewhat comforted, not completely though because it only highlighted your absence. I had to bring myself back to what you would have told me in this moment. You would have told me to focus on the good, which is that I have your journals to read. In your absence I have something tangible to bring your memory to life. Thank you for keeping these journals, for writing them. I wish I had more.. I miss you more than I allow myself to feel sometimes…. This journal entry is the one that reminded me of everything you taught me and like always was exactly what I needed in this very moment!

 

” Soy rico de corazón, jamás conocí el rencor porque yo amo al señor. El es mi guía y mi razón.” -José Acosta – Pepe!

The truth hurts.

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You want me to paint you a pretty picture? Most people will be satisfied with just that, a superficial truth that they believe. They reach out to all those who will agree with them and tell them exactly what they want to hear.

But that’s so easy to find, you get sucked back into your old ways and seek comfort in the ways of the world. We have all been there, I know I have. But many will be there for a long time. All because they are too prideful to face the truth.

I just cant, I know the truth and I can’t pretend anymore that I don’t. I  will do my best to live by it. Sure, I will fail, but I won’t turn back. I’ve done that one too many times.

I won’t judge you for where you are on your walk with God. But if I love you, I will call you out on the sins that seperate you from Him. Because isn’t that exactly what God calls us to do?

But if the way I live and the changes I make, the things I say and do make you uncomfortable, because you feel pressured and restricted then you need to do some soul searching.

That pressure is not me, it’s God. Nudging, I am but a messenger and I will never pressure anyone to do anything, not even my son.  But I also won’t let anyone stand in my way. You can live a lie, you can fool a lot people, but not me and most definitely not God!