Simply Strategic

Heads turned away,
the back is all I see.
Nausea fills my empty body,
shivering in the cold, nostalgic air.
Ink covers them,
screaming, pounding, bleeding.
Everything comes together,
and then falls apart.
Piercing daylight,
drowning night.
How must we conform?
Perfect as a rose, I see.
The petals falling slowly.
Filthy, greedy, out of touch.
How will this end?
All with your redeeming blood,
We will never thirst again.


I was wondering last night who is really in control. While we were riding horses, my dad was telling me that if you don't fully take control (being forceful) then the horse will take control and you eventually won't have any say. The horse will do what it wants, when it pleases. It will fight you the whole time, and get caught up in stubborness. In the end though, the horse really has no choice. If they would just let the master take the lead, and be in control...the whole ride would be much smoother with no problems. I should let God be in control more, because afterall...isn't he in control ANYWAYS? If I would stop fighting it, the ride would be much smoother.

"When you walk, your step will not be hampered,
and if you run, you will not stumble." Proverbs 4:12

I think that's all for today...not much is going through my head today :)

With Love from Christ Alone,
Shelby Owen Esther