Justin Timberlake is lookin' crusty.

i talk a big talk for someone who doesn't always follow it out.
i was on a drama team for cryin' out loud.
i know how to talk...
but do i know how to run?
i hear these grownings of youngish women of God
pouring out their hearts in broken abandoment and
trust
i hear them and i see them and they are being pulled
under by their dripping massacara and their mouths
are twisted in holy spirit(ual) words and they don't
know where to go from here
but they believe.
they believe with everything
that a dead man will walk
that he will suddenly feel the pulsating
of his heart and his eyes will open and he will see
and he will say
"My God is a healing God. A real and Vibrant God."
and they believe.

and i sit in steak and shake and i get these texts and phone calls
and i hear these words and i remeber. i remeber remeber rember
how big i talk and how often i walk.
and i step out in faith to pray for a lady
with breast cancer that God would heal her.
and i am encouraged.
and i am empowered.
and i believe.


if. and's. and but's are not important.
the importance is not in the "did He? will He? can He?"
the importance is in the faith dripping from eyelids
to fingertips. dropping to the knees of a broken few.
the knees of monstrouse faith.
it's the importance of The God.
that He is.
that He has been.
and that
He.
Will.
Always.
Be.