The Unique View

If you could do one thing for the rest of your life what would that be?  Many of us have a dream, but we fail to notice that we must act on that dream. Our conversations take on a whole new excitement when we talk about our dreams but in reality, we are not acting on them. Why? What excuses have you given yourself that stops you from truly living and breathing in your dream?  Take some time and think about that. Life can cause us to stop dreaming and when that happens we become complacent, sitting in the dugout of our own game. Watching all of the other players running around each base, sliding in and stepping over obstacles. Getting to home plate at all cost is the goal. You can do that too.  Look at the little notches on the shoes of a field game player, they are there to help keep a players footing while running in the field. After each run, they win some and they also lose some, but notice that they don’t stop playing in the game. Get up and do one thing that will get

    Today I would like to share with you a talented poet, Lewis P. Bryon.   This young man is very dear to me as I have known him since he was just a little man running around laughing and bringing joy to everyone with his infectious smile. His mother and I attended grade school together and I have watched him grow up from afar. I was so happy to learn that he penned his first book and since, he has produced several more. And I love that he is a local author from the Pacific Northwest. Here is his. Bio:   A native son of Seattle, WA, Lewis P. Bryon is a father, husband, the second youngest of four brothers, a former dance ministry team member, a Christian, and a lover of all things expressly creative. Lewis found a passion for poetry in the fifth grade after getting his hands on the sonnets of Shakespeare. Two years later came the desire to be a "serious writer", cultivating a love for words, phraseology, and creative writing in general. Over ten years later mar

How was your day? I am sure when someone asks you this question you no doubt want to go into a barrage of what your day was actually like, hell on fire. From backed up traffic to the children not listening as you request them to do a task. The little gas tank on your car indicating you need to stop and get gas, but you are already late for a destination. You need food, medication, a bill paid and only have a few dollars which will not get you near all that you need.  Never fear, God is with you. Let me say that again, never fear because God is with you. This morning after reading a daily devotional by Dr. Charles Stanley called, Understanding Anxiety, I felt led to pen this post because millions of us are living in anxiety, we feel lost, helpless, and hopeless. We are angry, we blame, and we out right just cannot stand the day. Many have committed suicide and hurt others all due to anxiety. The following is what really stuck with me from that devotional. I encourage you to visi

I would rather be under a rock. Days like this are bitter sweet. Mother’s Day. Millions of deserving mothers of all fashions will be celebrated and appreciated. Flowers, cards, and trinkets. Hugs and kisses to last a lifetime. Laughter and stories of love, chastisement, and joy. December 11, 1979 my mother was called home to be with the Lord. I was 16 years old and months away from giving birth to my own child and now at the age of 52, I dread this day almost as much as I dread Christmas, considering the month itself. I pen this with a hole opened wide in my heart and the fire of tears threatening to fall. I absolutely want to scream, but I write instead. My mother was a beautiful woman standing about 5’7 with legs of a dancer. Jet black hair pressed and bumped at the ends with a slight touch of gray brushing her shoulders. Brown eyes that danced when she smiled. With gold covered teeth with a smile that lite up any room.   A laugh that was contagious. A stern look that said, try

  Job 33:14-15 NLT - For God speaks again and again, though people do not recognize it. He speaks in dreams, in visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on people as they lie in their beds. Have you ever felt that God has spoken to you? I have and it is very humbling to know that God chose me. He has chosen you too. There are countless stories in the Bible where God has spoken to someone and they were like, um who? Me? No Lord, not me. Yet, they stood up to the task and it was often times victorious and other times it was not so victorious. Job was challenged beyond measure. He lost everything. He lost all of his children and their spouses. He lost is livelihood and he lost his resolve. On top of that his body was covered in painful boils and he cut on himself out of anguish. His friends judged and mocked him. His wife was not all that supportive either, she told Job to curse God and die. Job 2:8-10 NLT - 8  Job scraped his skin with a piece of broken pottery as