Questions… Are There Any Answers


A Life lived… Leaves us with questions?

Endless questions… Left unanswered.

Why is the sky blue?
Why do birds effortlessly fly….
While my feet are imprisoned on this Earth’s soil?

Deeper questions…?
Why are people sad…
Aimlessly wandering?
Why can’t there be harmony on the Earth?

Why can some people openly trust…
Our Loving Heavenly Father?
While others refuse His love…
And lead a life of emptiness…
Deep rooted loneliness?

Painful questions…?
Why did cancer take my dearest uncle?
Why did my spouse leave?
Why can’t my mother… Desire my love?

Hard to grasp questions…?
Why are some children granted the most nurturing homes?
While some children… Long for love and affection?
Why are so many innocent children abused… Mistreated?

Doesn’t it hurt?
Lord…how can you watch?
What is your plan?

Life lived… Continually piles on the questions.
When God… Can you God… Answer the questions of my heart?
Will my life’s questions… Receive Earth side acknowledgement?

Reaching out…
Some accept my gesture for relationship…
While other’s refuse my affections?

Reaching out…
Some accept God’s gesture for relationship…
While other’s refuse His affections?

Will any resolution come from these…
Hard questions?

At this moment…
Wide awake in the darkest of night.
Questions… With no answers hijack much needed sleep.
I long for answers…
Meaning to my life’s existence.

Through it all…
My Father has guided my wandering…
Sheeplike heart.

Through It All…
He’s sought my self centered…
Self focused…
Sinful heart.

In the midst of unanswered questions…
In a bliss of answers…
I will trust.

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Praise To God and Count Each One Of Your Blessings

My son, Robby, wrote this poem and shared it with me tonight. I asked his permission to share it, and he said I could. I love the cute thoughts of young and innocent children.

Here at my desk thinking.
I have a lot of blessings in my life.
I turn and start to work on my Legos.
Then I say to myself, this is a blessing.
Most kids in the world need a home, they would do anything for it.
I come back to my desk and look through all my things.
My Christmas lights still hanging in my bedroom window.
My parents below me in the living room on their iPads.
My baby sister and brothers sleeping.
All these things are blessings in my heart.
Praise to God and count each one of your blessings,
But not count your greed.

Written December 27, 2012
By Robby Ridlon IV

I couldn’t have said it better. This Christmas I am reminded of all the blessings in my life. So thankful for this simple reminder, from my sensitive 10 year old boy, who loves The Lord and his family.

Praise to God and count each one of your blessings!

God Bless,




What Can I Do… What Can You Do… Our Contribution To Halting Evilness In Our Communities

At times the  darkness suffocates me.
The news… Ravaged with stories.
Shootings… Theft… Scandals.. 

Anger… Fear… Murder rampant in today’s society.

Today… A man.
A sick… Angry… A Crazy man,
Walked into a school.
A child’s home away from home, 
And began to shoot.

Twenty sets of parents left to face this world.
Without their children, their daily reason to live.
The faces…
The smiles…
The giggles…
All taken in a state of fury… Within one single man’s soul.

What happened to people wanting to be hero’s.

Once… I recall hearing stories of heroism.
Now it seams… 
This… The only story bragged upon on the nightly news.
When will it stop?
When will people desire stories of gaiety.
Rather, than stories regarding death… Murder… And violence.

All things good and positive.
Seem to have lost it’s attraction to the world.
What does it all mean?

As a society… a nation.
We’ve collectively pushed “hope” out the front door.
We’ve declared our independence.
Our ability to cope…
To handle this world’s evilness on our own.

I admit, “I’m not handling things well on my own.”
Tragedies… Statistics… Evil hearts…
Proves… Either are you.
“Our nation is failing.”

Violence… Murder… Mental Disorders…
Rain in at an all time high.

As I write, I stand in the gym.
Children play Carol of the Bells.
Hundreds of parents present to applaud.
I admit… I don’t feel safe.
How about you?

When you drop your babies off at school…
Do you worry?
What if?
Will they be safe?
Will they make it back into the safety of momma’s arms?

I stop to ponder…
“When will enough be enough?”
When we repent of our sin?
When will we admit our need for a “savior”?
Will it be too late?

My selfishness…
Your selfishness…
Has turned a blind eye to the hurting.
A deaf ear to the needy.
Few share “hope” with the hopeless.

What can I do?
What can you do?

We CAN proclaim God’s word.
His love… His healing…
To the needy… the hurting… the hopeless.

We can pray to God…
For a heart like His.

We can seek to love His people.
We can put away our cowardice selves…
We can share the gospel without fear.
With the hope of eternity.

Just maybe…
We can limit one tragedy.
One less broken heart.

We can lead the lost…
To the ultimate healer.

Just maybe…

We can be Christ’s love to the hurting.