Preface
This series of entries comes from various thoughts, struggles, and questions I’ve had on my walk with God. Most times, these entries have been a solemn monologue I’ve had in times of quiet or in places of weakness. Other times, these entries were God’s way of dialoguing with me. As I brought my questions before Him, He showed me the truth that I was seeking. Of course, there were times that what I thought was true turned out to be vastly different from what He calls truth. With Him being Truth itself, I have chosen to put my untrue flesh to death in the hope that it will be revived in that real Truth. For the sake of making this more readable, I’ve decided to break one large entry into a series of smaller entries. Hopefully, these entries will bring to light the questions you have kept in the dark and open new avenues of conversation between you, others, and the Father.
Whosoever Come
Now that I am beginning to see the real You, it is changing how I see the world—making it more real, too. It’s like finding beauty in the mud, not just in the flower that grows from it. It’s seeing the intricacies of Your nature woven into creation, details that so often go unnoticed.
Is that how You see us? Do You see beauty in us before there’s any beauty to be seen? Do You recognize our value even in our most unrefined moments? Perhaps You see the potential buried beneath our flaws and struggles, waiting for the right moment to bloom into something extraordinary.
The Contrast of Realness
In Your reality, all else feels counterfeit. You are the stark contrast between authenticity and imitation.
Sometimes, when I catch glimpses of You—when fragments of heaven appear on earth—it feels more like fiction than the reality I know, trained as I am by earthly eyes. Yet these moments compel me to search deeper, to look beyond the surface and find You within creation.
Now that I know You, I cannot see anything truly if I do not first seek You. When You reveal Yourself, the mundane transforms into the magnificent, and I am awestruck by the tapestry You have woven. In those moments, my heart awakens with curiosity and longing, stirring emotions I hadn’t realized were there.
This awakening confounds my so-called logic.
Your Beauty in Everything
Your beauty is everywhere: in the intricate patterns of a single leaf, in the vast expanse of a starry night stretching infinitely above. It is Your hand that paints the burning sunsets, creating masterpieces that stir our hearts and souls. It is Your voice that whispers to the trees, “Reach up to Me,” urging them to grow tall and strong toward the light.
The cattle on a thousand hills know to call You Master, acknowledging Your dominion. The stars scream of Your greatness, declaring the triumph of the One who has overcome the darkness.
The Mystery of Your Presence
Why, then, do You make Yourself so elusive to some and so apparent to others? Why does an atheist marvel at creation’s beauty but deny its Creator? It is a paradox that invites reflection, a call for every soul to seek a deeper understanding of Your presence woven into the fabric of existence.
How can one walk through the wonders of nature and remain blind to the source of such marvels? Why is breath given equally to those who curse Your name and those who praise it?
Is it because there’s always a chance that those who curse will one day praise?
Could the mysteries I ponder be answered in Your words, “Whosoever come”?
The Weight of Grace
At any given moment, I could be the one cursing Your name. I have been—and likely will be again—the one who sees Your beauty without truly seeing You. This humbling truth transforms my pursuit into one of grace and humility. It reminds me that we are all in a state of learning and growth, stumbling in the dark until the light of Your Truth breaks through.
In my moments of doubt, when shadows loom and I question the consistency of Your presence, I often wonder if I am worthy to seek You. The weight of my uncertainty can feel so heavy.
But then, I hear Your voice again: “Whosoever come.”
Your words remind me that Your embrace is open to all, no matter where we are. Your mercy is sufficient to bring us home. Your love is ever-present, guiding the lost and the found alike. Your voice speaks truth into the heat of lies, cutting through the world’s noise with comfort and assurance. Your blood washes clean, offering renewal and hope to the broken.
Fix My Eyes
Fix my eyes to see what is real. Fix my heart to know that reality is You—the Creator of all that is.
When I encounter my brothers and sisters whose eyes have yet to meet Yours, help me live as though I believe it when You say, “Whosoever come.”
Let my hands extend kindness. Let my words resonate with compassion. Let my heart remain open to the potential for transformation in every soul I meet.
May I reflect Your love, becoming a beacon of light in a world often shrouded in darkness. In doing so, may I remind others that they are seen, valued, and always invited to discover the beauty that awaits in the embrace of the Father.
Mountain/Valley 
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