Daily Devotional: 7/27/2018 - DIFFERENCE MAKER PT. II

"And he climbs on up the hill; On the rock on which he stands; He looks back at the crowd; And he looks down at his hands and he says; I am a difference maker." NEEDTOBREATHE - "Difference Maker" (Pre-Chorus)

This is a "science fiction" short story based on my life. A story and mission of a difference maker.

Yeah, isn't it amazing how a man can find himself alone? Call into the darkness for an answer that's he ever known; Yeah, isn't it amazing how a God can take a broken man; Yeah let him find a fortune, let him ruin it with his own two hands?

Leaves dance on the trees, fog rises from the distance mountains as the rain cooled the hot summer ground, the porch swing creaks. The wind whispers secrets in my ears. There are over seven billion people in the world and there is not one to be found, it is just my thoughts and me. I can do this all on my own, I do not need anyone. The more people there are the more problems there are for me. Close my eyes listen to the whispers and call out into the darkness, waiting for answers I will never hear. God takes broken people and turns them into the greatest, why cannot he do that to me? He did it with Paul. Adam had everything; he was ruler of everything on earth. There was no one above him. Yet, he still turned away and sinned against God. He bit the hands that fed him. He ate the fruit, the forbidden fruit, the fruit that we eat daily.

And he climbs on up the hill; On the rock on which he stands; He looks back at the crowd; And he looks down at his hands and he says; I am a difference maker.

The sun is barley up, just peeking over the tip of the mountain. Allowing the outline to be significantly darker than the ladder. The humidity is thicker than stone, the walk up the mountain is not only draining me physically, but it is draining every ounce of sweat that my body had prior. My clothes weigh about ten pounds and have now become a part of me. Get to the top and look at the view. Throw my hands up in the air as I throw the world above my head. MVP. There is nothing that can stop me now; there is no one above me. I want to go higher; the sky is not even my limit, so I find the tallest rock around. Once I climb up the rock only suffering from some minor scrapes and bruises, nothing to cry over. As I stand on the rock while blood drips down my leg, I take in all that surrounds me. The trees sway in awe of the one that is above them. They applaud, as they know they are in the presence of man. Me. I look down at my two hands, at the dirt that now fills my nails. Stand here thinking to myself, I did this; I made it up here by myself. I do not need anyone or anything.

Oh, I am the difference maker; Oh, I am the only one that speaks to him; I am the friendliest of friends of God.

God has created me to be the man I am. He has given me the strength to do everything. I can talk to him whenever I want. He is my friend, my Lord and Savior. I am the friendliest of friends of God.

Yeah, isn't it amazing how a man can find himself alone? Call into the darkness for an answer that's he ever known; Yeah, isn't it amazing how a God can take a broken man; Yeah let him find a fortune, let him ruin it with his own two hands?

Imperfectly perfect flakes falls from the heavens, the mountains are kept warm by a blanket of snow, the porch swing creaks as I sip my morning coffee. Black with a little sugar. The wind howls cries into my ears. There are over seven billion people in the world and there is not one to be found. It is just my thoughts, my God, and me. I sit there let the swing sway me, listening to the cries. Listening to the cries to just find out they are mine. The wind collects them and carries them from tree to tree. He gave me life. He gave me fortune. He gave me love. He gave me everything. He let me do so much and have so much, but I ruined it. I ruined it with my own two hands.

And he climbs on up the hill; On the rock on which he stands; He looks back at the crowd; And he looks down at his hands and he says; I am a difference maker.

The sun covered by clouds, snow falling so fast and so hard that my steps are covered before I even take them. My lungs tingle from every breath of cold air. I can fend off any predator with the snortcicle that hangs from the tip of my nose. I go to the same rock that made me feel like the king of the world. I sit down hands out and palms up. The trees are no longer applauding; they hang their heads in shame. Look out at the fading horizon and close my eyes. I look at all I have done, everything. All the things I have ruined, every relationship I destroyed, every bridge that I burned, every wrong turn I made, every time I went against the Voice saying no and went with the voice saying yes. It is just me, my thoughts, the hands that caused my world to be set a fire, and my God. What have I done? Why has He let me do? I am a difference maker.

Oh, I am the difference maker; Oh, I am the only one that speaks to him; I am the friendliest of friends of God.

I have done nothing, but cause destruction. I thought I was great when I was not. I thought I was the only one that talks to God. I thought I was his friend, turns out He never knew me. I thought I knew Him, but I did not. It was all false, it was all a lie. With my hands open, my mind open, my heart open, my soul open, I pray that He is able to fill me. I pray that He is able to blind me with His Light. Allow me to be the friendliest of friends with Him. Allow me to be A difference maker.

I am on the fence about nearly everything I've seen; And I have felt the fire get put out by too much gasoline; And we're all strangers passing through a place and time, an afternoon; Life is but a vision in a window that we're peeking through; Helpless conversation with a man who says he cares a lot; It's a passive confrontation about who might throw a punch or not; And we are all transgressors, we're all sinner, we're all astronauts; So if you're beating death then raise your hand, but shut up if you're not.

The climb down was worse than going up. The wind was unforgiving, constantly chucking my cries back in my face. Open my front door and collapse. I have been living in a fog. I have been seeing double with singular vision. The fence was higher than I thought, thinking I was on one side, meanwhile I was chilling in the dark. Constants battle at the dinner table with Self and flesh, telling me I am right and telling me I am wrong at the same time. No one is making their mind. The Fire was drowned by too much gasoline. It was all emotional nothing was pure and unconditional, I led myself astray. I need more of His time and less of my time. I was feeding the flesh and not the Spirit.  I blocked myself out, every brick that I took out I added two more. I am not of this world. My life on this earth is just an afternoon compared to what is waiting for me when I am done. Well at least what I thought I had waiting. With this life, I am only window-shopping with His money. This world is full of faithless rice cake prayers. I am only trying to fool myself and say that I am full, when really I am starving. Starving for Him.  I took Our relationship for granted. The ceiling fan creeks and swings above me while I lay on the floor with the door locked shut not worried about anyone coming in. There is no one to come in. Just Him and I, allowing Him to take the reins. He is the conductor. This is not my life; I am not of this world. I am not made for this world. There is no difference between the next man and I, I am not perfect. I never will be perfect. I am a natural born sinner. I have sinned and I have fallen short of the glory of God. However, I am justified freely by His grace through the redemption of the blood. He used one of the worst for His glory; He used Paul, why cannot he use me? I am an astronaut. The Tower of Babel crashes to the ground. Birds fly from the tops of the trees. Animals run out of the woods as the snow chases them. I look at my hands. I did this. I am not me without Him. I know nothing. I sit in the back of the class and let the teacher teach, never raising my head, taking in every word like it the last drop of water. He is the only one that defeated the end. He is all-perfect and is able to do all things, it is my turn to shut up and let Him make me into A Difference Maker.

NEEDTOBREATHE - "Difference Maker" [Official Video]

Lord, thank you being our rock and our shield. Release us from the chains that the devil is putting around our neck, around our wrists, and around our ankles. Release us from our pride. Release us from our own motives. Bring us close to you. Knock down every single one of our towers, burn our temples, burn our alters. Nothing on this earth is ours, and we are not of this world. Bring us back home in your time. But while we are here allow us to be difference makers. I pray all this in your son's glorious awesome name, Amen.

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