Friday, August 29, 2008

Eyes to His World

I was telling the story of my Eyes to My World post from August 16 to a co-worker and she said you know that saying, "the eyes are a gateway to the soul"? I actually thought that was scripture, but just a quote from Herman Melville. So she went on to explain that maybe it was me looking at Asher's pure soul that made me want to run instead of Asher looking at mine.

So at that moment when my co-worker was giving me this different scenario, I thought of a story I once heard of a man who when entering Heaven was all of a sudden stricken with this immense pain that hurt so much he had to leave and his only other choice was Hell. Could this be the very reason why Jesus must wash away our sins and make us pure so that we will be able to enter into Heaven?

This makes me think of the dust free environments some industries need in order to create a product. Once the product is made dust can touch it, but it must always be protected from the inside. I guess the same thing can be said of how we were made, we would never survive without our skin. I think the same goes for Heaven, but the cleansing we need goes way beyond the material and has everything to do with the spiritual. But we just don't have the capacity to create the spiritual cleansing we need in order to be in a place that cannot have one hint of falling short of who GOD needs us to be in His home. So there is absolutely no way we could enter Heaven on our own. Our spiritual being has been ruined by living in this world. We need something, or someone to cleanse us and prepare us for something we can't possibly do on our own. We need an intercessor.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Waffles in Drawer

Yesterday I decided to put leftover waffles in a slide out drawer that is used for all our saran wrap, aluminum foil and plastic bags. A couple of times I've put the ice cream in the refridgerator. On many occassions I go looking for the remote control and find it upstairs on our dining room table, or on the coffee table. Not a big deal, except our tv is in the basement.

Why do I unconciously take things and put them in a place that makes no sense as to where they should be located? This problem has gone on for way too long and I must find a solution. I'd appreciate any suggestions.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Asher Week 9

Eyes to My World

Lately I've been noticing how intense Asher's focus is on me. His world is completely Kim's and my world. On a few occassions his focus on me has been mesmorizing. I feel frozen. It's like he is peering into my soul. Maybe babies can do that beacause they don't have all the crap from this world clouding their mind. They are pure from the factory, nothing has corrupted them yet. They are functioning at a spirtitual level that can never again be reached. Maybe in those times of my frozen state it's because deep down I feel Asher can somehow see my total being. And just like Adam and Eve all I want to do is run and hide. I only want him to know the good part of my world.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

I Gave My Son to GOD

I'm not much of a poet and I'm rusty on poetic format, but I had an idea yesterday to write a poem, so I did this morning.

I Gave My Son to GOD

I gave my son to GOD.
He gave me His,
So I returned the favor.
My son doesn't know it yet,
he's only 8 weeks old.
I wonder if he'll be angry,
or one day passionately give me a big hug saying thanks.
I hope this means GOD will raise my son
so I can just be GOD's assistant in the process.
I gave my son to GOD.
Only GOD knows what's best for him.
And I want what's best for Asher.