IMAGES OF SMALL THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #578- Why oh why do we always think the other grass is greener?

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Ah the magic of the blue road. Where else are you going to find a camel stretching to the max to reach the other side of the fence.  And then to be able to pull over and observe, record and learn. You just don’t get this stuff on the Interstates!

We always think that some destination, some thing, a certain time is going to be the catalyst to change, to something better. But once you get there, get that something, reach that date,  there are just as many flies a circling in the ointment.

In the words of my man Toby:

Where would I be, without you
I’d be packin’ my bags when I need to stay
I’d be chasin’ every breeze that blows my way
I’d be buildin’ my kingdom just to watch it fade
Away, it’s true
That’s me without you

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34

enjoy who you are, where you are and live with Him for today. That’s all you really got. ††† en theos ††† jimwork

Photos on the journey #458


Toby Mac – Lose My Soul

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        Father God, I am clay in your hands
        ’Cause they chip, and they nag, and they pull at me
        And every little thing I make up my mind to be
        Like I’m a be a daddy whose in the mix
        And I’m a be a husband who stays legit
        And I pray that I’m an artist who rises above
        The road that is wide and filled with self love
        Everything that I see draws me
        Though it’s only in you that I can truly see that it’s a feast for the eyes
        A low-blow to purpose
        And I’m a little kid at a three-ring circus
        I don’t want to gain the whole world and lose my soul
        (Don’t wanna walk away, let me hear the people say)
        (repeat 1x)
        (Mr. Franklin, step up to the mic, sir)

(Kirk Franklin rap)

        Check it out
        The paparazzi flashes, and they think think that it’s you
        But they don’t know that who you are is not what you do
        True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts
        Yo, before we part from the start
        Where’s your heart?
        You a pimp? Hustler?
        Tell me what’s your title?
        America has no more stars, now we call them idols
        You sit idle while we teach prosperity
        The first thing to prosper should be inside of me
        (We’re free!)
        Not because of 22s on the range
        But Christ came in range, we said yes now we changed
        Not the same, even though I made a fall
        Since I got that call, no more Saul, now I’m Paul
        Ah to turn from the gains of this world, to be a Paul not a Saul…..sweet ††† peaceout ††† en theos ††† jlawrence

Photos on the journey #452


Things are not always as they appear. This is an image taken at night with a full moon veiled by a thin layer of high clouds. Another one of those times that things do not evolve as you planned.

Life flows that way. I never planned to have so many days of  “melancholy”  (the Freudian polite word for depression) at this station of my life. Yet the clouds continue to form and obscure.

Holding tight and fast to Toby Mac’s promising words:

“So, baby, hold on Just another day or two I can see the clouds are moving faster now And the sun is breaking through
If you can hold on To the one that’s holding you There is nothing that can stop this crazy Love from breaking through.”

Seems like I have been holding on to different songs lyrics for most of my life. I keep repeating them, trying hard to turn them into reality.
Peace out ††† en theos ††† jlawrence