Eagles Point

…me? There is a place, a depth, a core, so base that it has no need of cognizant thought or reasoning. A place of core existence that knows and is, as it is. This place has a need and life of its own, albeit the center and source of the whole of our being and existence. There are layers upon layers to our make-up, along with that which we add and is added to us. Life becomes more of an unlearning process than a learning process in the venture to get to and connect with who we really are. True identity is innate. But it's human nature to clutter the understanding of that identity with the topical layers. Things with which we have emotional attachment and bond make it a little less than easy to unlearn, peel back, surrender the external to get to the internal. And if or when we have tapped into the core of who we are, there is yet a surrender, a call to die, to give yet all again, from that place, and from that which is within that place, that essence of our being. One such article t...

We are not supposed to use paper towels and clothing to wipe our eyeglasses. It creates micro-scratches on the (ironically) scratch-resistant film that coats the lenses. Over time, the film breaks down and becomes cloudy. The lenses have to be replaced at that point. We need to use a clean microfiber cloth, with optional cleaning solution, when there are spots and blurs on our lenses. Wouldn't it be easy to just stop there, instead of peering inside and addressing the eyes of the heart? The wear and tear of life causes our vision to be fatigued and blurred, and in order to still see things accurately and not from the adverse aftereffects of our experiences, we need corrective lenses. Lenses that will help us to see things clearly, accurately, as they actually are. However, we've gotten a little unwittingly clever at doctoring those lenses. Even they can get tainted, distorted, damaged, or perhaps purposely painted with stained portraits of our own choosing. It takes a...

A worthwhile devotional that needs to be shared and heard in the heart, author unknown... Have you ever had a dream that died? Maybe it was a business idea that you just knew would make you millions. Maybe it was a dream romance that went downhill. Sometimes we don’t live happily ever after. Dreams don’t always come true. And to be honest, some dreams shouldn’t come true. But that doesn’t make them hurt any less when they shatter in front of our eyes. Dreamers are near to God’s heart — the Bible is full of them. Just because a few of your dreams have turned out to be nightmares doesn’t mean you should stop dreaming. But remember that your dream might have to die before it lives. In the Bible, the story of Joseph the dreamer ends with a happily ever after. But Joseph had to go through several death experiences to get there, including betrayal, slavery, years of hard work, and years in prison. I’m sure there were times he thought his life was over and all hope was lost. But w...

A vulnerable representation of the heart... How candid and purely real are we willing to be with ourselves? At a certain point, shouldn't we just stop facade-ing with our stained-glass mirrors? What if we found that place to be very plain with self and God? Being willing to be wrong, to confess self-servedness, to admit our need of meaningful relationship with people and God. To understand our desperate need of the Cross, and a Friend, all at the same time. Why do I write? Many of us may use it as a pressure relief valve of so much within that needs an outlet. Some of that may be passion, brokenness, loneliness, excitement, exploration, verbal processing, spiritual intimacy...or simply quaint pleasure and musing. One thing I do know, which I've observed in people near to my season of life: I just want someone to talk to. And, some one to talk to. It is of the deepest regions of the heart that this is penned. And so often do I/we/you/we/I feel misunderstood, miscateg...