Posted in book reccomendation, broken-hearted, forgiveness, god, love on October 23, 2013| 1 Comment »
I recently finished a powerful book, “same kind of different as me.” that stirred my soul and opened my eyes to so many of God’s miracles and to the people we are supposed to love in this world. If you haven’t read it, pick it up now.
It is a true story. I will not say any more than that because I don’t want to provide any details.
Enjoy!
Wade
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Same-Kind-Different-Modern-Day-International/dp/084991910X
Posted in broken-hearted, failure, forgiveness, god, jesus, love, questions, tagged forgiveness, freedom, God, hope, love, negative energy, peace, relationship with God, soul on October 21, 2013| 3 Comments »
I’m re-posting an older one; mostly so that I learn more from it, and hopefully, you will as well.
No matter the origin, negative energy has only one destination, and that place is your soul. And as you fight it and struggle to push it away, you dwell longer and longer on it, feeding it, until the negativity distracts you and overwhelms you. Its simplicity is why it thrives, and the origin has long moved on, but that whisper, as you sit alone with your thoughts, gnaws and gnaws at your confidence, your heart, your logic, and your connection with God.
Forgiveness.
Jesus teaches of forgiveness because, while it won’t un-ring the bell, it transfers power from an external force to you and your relationship with God. It heals the soul. Instead of struggling, you let go. Now the whisper in your ear speaks of love and freedom. Forgiveness brings peace and a realization that life moves on, even after a bout with negative energy.
Seek and you shall find. Ask and it will be given. Forgive and you will know love.
I love you. Wade
Posted in belief, broken-hearted, christian, failure, forgiveness, give, god, jesus, love, questions, serve, writing, tagged blog post, brokenhearted, depressed, God, God loves you, lonely, loved, not alone, reason to live, sad on October 6, 2013| 2 Comments »
The name “compiler” is primarily used for programs that translate source code from a high-level programming language to a lower level language (e.g., assembly language or machine code).
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
THE COMPILER (That’s me)
You might be wondering who am I to be writing a blog about God, faith, religion, love, Jesus, forgiveness, serving, and all that a conversation about God brings to the table. Well, I’m really just a man who has sinned a lot, been broken to the point of considering suicide, hated God at several times in my life, depressed many days, stumbled most of my way through life with two broken marriages, and failed being a dad my kids could depend on a daily basis. I’m not a qualified theology scholar or even a scholar of anything other than computers (hence where I get my title from).
I am you.
But as it often is when it comes to God, sometimes, you are asked to do something, and you must obey, and so it is with this blog. God doesn’t use superheroes to spread his glory and love. He chooses a simple fisherman and makes him a fisher of men.
THE COMPILING PART
Why tell you that I suck at everything in my life, that I was a terrible husband and father, and that I go days being unhappy? Why? Because I love you.
I think millions of people if not billions walk around like a zombie every once and while and hate their existence. I write what I write so that you, you, the person hating life and too sad to go to work tomorrow, so you know you aren’t alone. I write for the broken-hearted, the forgotten, and the lonely.
I bare my soul on this blog because I believe God wants you to have hope and understand that he loves you. I get through my days knowing that God loves me no matter what I do or feel. You need to know that you have him and me by your side when you can’t live another day. That’s why I pray and listen to the spirit of God and write what I write. That’s why I compile His code.
We have a living God that loves you. I love you. You may feel alone and unloved, but you’re not. It is easy to be blinded by the ugly in this world. Trust me, I know.
If you feel like you don’t belong, that life sucks, that you aren’t worthy of anything. Follow this blog. Contact me. We are all on this journey together, and I am there for you.
If you feel like you have everything together, then great, help someone who doesn’t. I would like you to see these posts as an opportunity to spark debate about my compilations on this blog because discussing God, even if we disagree on what we are discussing, is a good thing. No, I would say, it’s a blessing and advances God’s will in this world.
I invite you to follow my blog. I believe God speaks in ways that I do not understand, and maybe, just maybe, you have something you are supposed to share with me.
[Note: If you have complaints about spelling, grammar, or other mindless details, please keep them to yourself.]
THE FINE PRINT
I have my beliefs, and what you will read on this blog are my interpretations of God’s voice within me; you will also find that a lot of what I believe differs from mainstream Christian beliefs, but I hope that’s where we can both learn from each other and grow as we discuss God’s will for the world.
So, like a gambler, when the cards have all been played and all bets called, I am laying my cards on the table, and here is what I believe.
Most importantly, I believe that God is not done communicating with us. Like I stated, he is a living God, and because he lives, he lives with us and in us, so the story of God and us is still being written even as you read this. You matter. You have worth.
I love you.
Wade Miller
Posted in broken-hearted, god, jesus, love, questions, tagged feeling lonely, God, maze of life, trial and error on October 5, 2013| Leave a Comment »
How often do I run into a wall – blooding my nose, falling on my butt, and banging my head against the ground behind? Why do I feel like a mouse in a maze chasing the putrid smell of warm cheese? I get nowhere but work extremely hard to stay that way. Do you feel that way? Lost, not knowing whether to turn left, right, keep the course, or take two steps back and go a different way altogether. Is this what life is about?
Does someone place the cheese at the end of the maze? Or, really, is the cheese a projection of what we want out of life, what we think should be at the end of the maze, what we deserve to get at the end of the tunnel?
Thinking about all the walls that I’ve bumped into, the image of an empty, blank wall that finally kills me when I collide with it, depresses me. It suddenly makes this busy world a small, lonely, isolated room where I end my life with a thud.
Fortunately, I’ve had thousands of instances where I sensed the one, who placed the cheese, watching me as I run around bumping into walls, so I know that my maze doesn’t end in nothing; it ends in a hug from a loving God and welcoming stinky cheese that I quickly devour.
I don’t have any answers for anyone struggling in the maze of life because I still don’t know where I’m at, but I want to leave you with this: why do people place mice in mazes and reward them with stinky cheese?
So the mice LEARN THROUGH TRIAL AND ERROR.
So, even though we sometimes get hurt and broken, screaming at the top of our lungs for someone to just rescue us, we are not alone. We have each other in the maze, and we have a living, loving God that waits with welcome arms when we have learned our lessons from bumping into walls and come home to Him.
Take comfort my friend and know that I love you and that God loves you.
Posted in belief, broken-hearted, love, poem, questions on September 15, 2013| 1 Comment »
Love, why! this cursed beast of tangled warmth and pain digests my soul
The moon cresting above roof tops, the inner burning of missing you…
I. Sit. crying until words of this world blur into empty promises and fuzzy memories
An actor forgetting lines in the spotlight, that which is unknown eludes us all…
I. Wish. praying this lazy man bestowed with god’s cherished gifts had recognized the opportunities
A noose hanging from the tree, regret, no, déjà vu, like something should’ve been but never was…
Doom, now! this flawed machine of logical thought and pasted emotions marches forward
Ten little fingers, ten little toes, eyes lifting and begging, searching, knowing emptiness exists…
I. Lie. fooling a soul yearning to break rank and serve preserves the illusion
The shadow laughing on the scattered leaves below, mocking, purging, clearing the faded humanity…
I. Beg. grasping at fleeting reason
Ten little fingers, tender on the face, drawing near, a tiny life whispering, “I love you…”
Crack, Over! dreaming, letting go, rebooting this wretched machine
hanging from the tree – hanging from the tree
hanging from the tree…
Compiling God's Code 