Finding A Voice

The choices I make matter. They prepare me for the man I am to be! I decide who I will be, I am able to be strong and last all the day long. I am the product of the choices that I make. I choose the beginning from end. It is these choices that bring me to the father. --Ken Cheney

The hope of everything true is clear to see as long as we have that eternal perspective. People longing to see the reality of what things really could be. Is it real? What should I believe? Who has all the answers? Why can't I see the end from the begininng? Oh, does it really matter? What can all this mean? I am being led, Led down a street that seems to have everything for me. I feel comfortable just sitting idling and allowing others by. What do I have to offer? Who really needs me? I need others why can't I just be in need? The truth of the matter is I need to see a purpose! Life gives us curves and yes we may slip and fall. These are the times when we need to hold on the tightest. The quickest way for one to see is to be the Savior on the hill that is listening and ready to help. When we respond we build ourselves. We are able to see the purpose, a vison for things to come! Ken Cheney

Someday, I will be able to find the courage. I'll find a way to let others know I care. Simple things from A-Z someday, they will see. I want them to know the me that yearns for ideas. The zest of life, and my pursuit of knowledge. I can not paint a picture clear enough for me to see. So how then am I to allow others to see the minutia flowing in my mind. Yet, there is much that is exploding. Much that desires to be free. To share with the world! Still I sit waiting for the someday, I fear just might never come!