Why?

I am relatively a simple man. I don't reach for things that shine or things that are unattainable. For instance, I am not the type to stare for hours at a piece of metal that they call a sports car and lick my lips to keep the saliva from dripping off my chin. I mean I find my pleasure in simple things.
For instance, I like being comfortable. I like air conditioning. It is a what I would consider to be a gift from God. It makes life pleasing. Can I do without it? .....Yes. Would I like to if asked? probably not. However, I will to make someone else more comfortable give up my air. I would be happy just to see someone else happy. That is what I call. Simple. I don't ask for much. I do ask for a little time with my family. I don't need many outside things, but I do love being with my family.
I can honestly say that somethings are not my cup of tea, but I will take an unpleasant and make it ok out of respect for others. I am not saying by far that I am the most loving and kind person ever I just try to think of others first.
Why? Why then do others, not think of me first. Maybe they do and I am just to me focused to think and see that it is me that I am thinking of first. However, I wonder when people make comments about me do they realize that I try very diligently to be giving. I really don't try to ask for much, just comfort every once in a while and the love of my family. Time with God is important to me to, however I believe that I can have that time anywhere at anytime so you really can't get in my way as far as time with my Lord.
I wonder if people realize that it hurts me when I am talked about and then someone has to say something to me, to keep me in check, but it is of course never the person that said it first that will come to me. If they have a problem, then they should come to me. Not to someone else about me.
Why? Why then do others think what they have to say about me is important enough to say, but not important enough to bring to me face to face.
I don't like ghosts! Ghosts are people that say things to other people that I will never see. It is as if they must use a medium to communicate. However these so called "ghosts" are alive and have the ability to speak to me personally, but they won't they will just shout from a far to the person that will speak the loudest. This person will become their medium and I will become frustrated because the voice I hear doesn't have a face to it.
How? How can I ever resolve a conflict or a infraction if I do not have the ability to confront it face to face. I am a gentle spirit, a sensitive person, however, no one else seems to care. I am growing thicker skin and I am also realizing that God has not called me to listen to "ghosts" but to the sound of his voice and to dive into the direction that He has purposed for me! I will dive it deep!
Why? Because He says so and that makes all the difference. Not because I have seen, but because I have not seen, yet I believe for He is my savior and my King!!
Why? I will not ask, I will not do, unless He directs my path!
Freedom is my cry!

Morning

Morning is always a blast at this house. It starts with a cry heard either in one room or the other. Many times it is the cry of Christian, my son, my three year old son, who is completely upset by the fact that he has to actually get up to go to the bathroom. I totally understand. Many times I have thought I wish I didn't have to get out of bed for nature's call. Oh well, I am up and so is the family. Now the fun begins! Hopefully we start out right, that means give my wonderful wife just a little more time to nap. She never gets any sleep at night, between me snoring and Caden, my youngest, my one and a half year old, nursing, we make it a challenge to get some shut-eye. She puts up with us, I guess she must love us. I know she does. Even if she wakes up grouchy, she still loves us.
Breakfast is sparce many times, but not this morning. This morning it is biscuits and gravy and sausage. Yum! Christian and my favorite meal is being served.
Gather round the breakfast table and feast!
Great breakfast, but now dishes!
I hate dishes, I like them to eat off of, but I hate to clean them. I think I am not alone. At least I know that my wife hates it too.
Morning, is never boring, however it is definitely a start to whatever will take place today.
Now for noon!

Poet's Pen!

Well...first let me introduce myself, I am Devin, my name means poet, therefore I decided to call my Blog...Poet's Pen because although it is not my pen but my keyboard, I don't want to call the site Poet's keyboard so I kept it a little more coffeehousish and penned it pen. So, if you din't catch all that, my name mean's poet and this is my Blog about nothing whatsoever. Well I am sure that it will be about something. Mainly me, I don't obsece about me, but I will let you know what is going on in Devinworld. Right now, lack of sleep. Goodnight!