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Read the bible and

Figure it out.

See its truth and

Live it out.

Forever the first and

The last.

I died and behold I am alive.

Authority over death and the grave.

 

Do not be afraid.

Revelation 1:17 and 18

Moses!

Sébastien Bourdon

Moses was unlike any other prophet before or after, a unique man. When he was young he saw the plight of the Israelites in Egypt but he had to flee to Moab because he killed an Egyptian.
I have enjoyed, am grateful and amazed at the story of Moses in his encounter at the burning bush.
Moses response to God when He tells him to go to Egypt to bring His people out of Egypt in Genesis 3:11 is “…’Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the children of Israel out of Egypt?’”
What a common answer by Moses and so true of many people. I have experienced this when I was younger and feeling shame in how well I spoke and being verbal in relationships. I thought many times and struggle still asking, who am I to speak and do the Lord’s work. This is deeply comforting to know that Moses was not some special super human man. God is what happened here, He was there. It is great to see so many things about God that makes the difference in Moses life. Also with Jeremiah who said in Jeremiah 1:6 “Then I said, ‘Ah, Lord God! Behold, I do not know how to speak, for I am only a youth.” Moses also speaks to God about his speech and God said “Who has made the Mouth? Who makes him mute, or deaf, or seeing, or blind? Is it not I, the Lord?.” “Now therefore go, and I will be with your mouth and teach you what you shall speak.” The response of God is trust in Him.

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America

do you have to worry if you will get to eat today?
do you know if your child will be able to learn to read?
are you able to vote?
do you wonder if men will come to your door and ask you for money when you tell them you have none kill your son?

Americans still have it good


- proud American soldier

Unfolding Future

It seems like some moments have more significance on what will happen in the future. Over the last few weeks I’ve seen situations seemingly normal situations have a reverb that will last a long time. Over a year ago I decided to go into a recruiter’s office. I was depressed and needed some hope. It seemed to fit really well with my situation so I stuck with it. I eventually signed the papers sending me 6yrs into the future with the military making decisions on my behalf. Some look it at it as a joke, but others are proud of the service. Reserves not really a full time job but seems like a good start to a new beginning. 37f is one of many new words I have picked up while being around the military. It is the number for psychological operations division of the military. They are an airborne unit and they are smart people, which sounded rather exciting at the time. Knowing the context of person can give many clues to what they are experiencing. I warm up to people, meaning I don’t think I know what I’m doing in interactions with people, but I do just fine and maybe a little slow. I do not know the cause for my confusion about how to choose and ask to do what I want. It became rather clear that what I really want is to be a chaplain assistant. It’s just who I am. I was open with the people in 301st Psyop unit speaking about my desire to be a chaplain assistant, and they encouraged me to not pass up something that I’m specially fitted for. I begun to see how I would not do the things that needed to be done to ask for what I want in life. I began the process of moving my job in the military, not always an easy task. I took a typing course which was why they didn’t want me in the first place. That was three months taking the course finishing it with a B. The stress was mounting, if I lived in a warm climate id be starting to sweat. February 16 was approaching fast as I was waiting for the transcripts from the class. SGT WASH one of the best recruiter’s I’ve met during this experience found a place for me to go. At this place a woman with foul language looks at a computer screen deciding my fate with clicks of her mouse. One page and one no answer; second page, second no answer, my life was unfolding before my very eyes. Would I be in boot camp within the week or would all that change. Third page they found a spot for me. Still there is more waiting that I’m waiting for. Paperwork, somewhere someone must sign off on it and accept my request. I’m happy though, I’ve tried. Maybe it’s too late I could of done with more time. If they deny my request I could just leave the military because I’m not really in it yet. I’d be backing away from something that would take care of me; right now I’m spiraling toward homelessness. The clock ticks on with three more days to wait and three more days to ask my self, how is the future unfolding for me today? It unfolds every day with another decision that could change what happens in the next six years. Today I was told they put my flight back until Wednesday so I could still ship out but give the time needed for the possible job change. I’m thinking it might be too late, too late to wake up from a slumber. The suspense, the anticipation, and the anxiousness of heart unfold like a deck of cards one at a time. I see three outcomes that might show up. One, I become a chaplains assistant on Tuesday. Two, I go to bootcamp as a psyop soldier on Wednesday. Three, I leave the military and then return to it later to get the chaplain assistant position. I’m not sure how risky the third one is, but the second one I thinking to my self that I don’t need the army to be a man. Three days, the anticipation is exciting. Every day is a test, a test of hope. Where will I go look to for it.

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