rode the train home

met a man.
clear, blue eyes.
scruffy, semi-gray beard.

the man had joy.

he bluntly greeted me.
taken aback, i answered,
but with caution.

he seemed a bit..off.

having observed some
people on the train before,
who appeared to be taking drugs,
I was hesitant to engage
in conversation.

but something was different about him.

we sat near each other
to continue the small talk.

i learned he was a
recovering drug addict.

he was taking every day at a time
with the Lord.

he shared with me what he read
that morning in the Bible.

God overcame.
Fix our eyes.

As I looked into the man's eyes
for the 15 minute ride home,
I saw God in him..

Jesus was staring back at me
through those clear, blue eyes.

James 3:9-12 {NIV}

"With the tongue
we praise our Lord and Father,
and with it we curse human beings,
who have been made in God’s likeness.

Out of the same mouth
come praise and cursing.

My brothers and sisters,
this should not be.

Can both fresh water and salt water
flow from the same spring?

My brothers and sisters,
can a fig tree bear olives,
or a grapevine bear figs?

Neither can a salt spring
produce fresh water."


open book

Claire from the movie Elizabethtown
once said,
"Everyone's less mysterious than they think they are."

I deeply miss my friends in Waco, TX who can
read me like a book.

They {usually} know
what I'm thinking
how I'm feeling
and can read between the lines of my conversations..