Tag: Question

Life, Poetry

Will You Remember Me?

Mark Wayne
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“I wanna know, will you remember me when forever comes and goes?” #Promises

This little poem, if you want to call it that, in question form was written and posted back on October 25, 2016 right here on this site. It is now four years later and the question still lingers although I think we all deep down inside know the answer.

We have all made promises to do this or that. Promises we swore we would keep forever.

“In the end forever comes and goes.” #Promises

As time marches on we are often left alone, holding onto the empty promises. Promises made by others and those we made ourselves. Or perhaps we broke our own promises with our own hands.

Either way, I believe the question can still remain and it often haunts each of us.

“Will you remember me?” #Promises

I believe the answer is YES!

The impact we make on others, whether good or bad, will be long remembered. There is never a neutral encounter, make your impact a positive one! And when they remember you, it brings smile to their face and a joy within their heart. ❤

Adventure, Life, Photograph

What does “HOT” smell like?

Mark Wayne

It’s summer time and daytime temperatures are soaring, so let’s talk about the heat. Not in the usual way of how it makes us feel, whether we like it or not but how does it smell?

What does “HOT” smell like? #WickedQuestions #JustWondering #UseYourNose

For me growing up in Southwestern Idaho and in the country these are a few things that when I smell them I know it is “HOT“!

  • Hay bales stacked up over your head
  • Old worn leather of bridles, saddles and boots
  • Dry dusty earth where little clouds of dust poof from every step you take

What about you, what does “HOT” smell like?

Poetry

I wanna know…

Mark Wayne

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“I wanna know, will you remember me when forever comes and goes?”

We have all made promises to do this or that. Promises we swore we would keep forever.

In the end forever comes and goes.

We are left alone, holding onto the empty promises made by others. Or perhaps we broke our own promises with our own hands.

Either way, I believe the question remains that haunts each of us.

Will you remember me?

Art, Life, Poetry

Heaven’s Door – Wanderlust (take 2)

Mark Wayne

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#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives
#LoveChangesPeople #RestInLove
#YouMatter

We wander through life, searching and sometimes we run. From what?
Away from what we label as:
  • pain
  • hardships
  • loss
  • love
  • and even death
Yes, all of the above and more.
Only to arrive safely at heaven’s door. Is that all there is? Shouldn’t there be so much more?
We miss the adventure, the passion, the life we were meant to have.
Now go and do those very things that scare you and may leave scars on you heart. There is and you can be so much more, Carpe Diem!
Adventure, God, Life, Writing

When Jesus asks, how will you answer?

Mark Wayne

As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him. And two blind men sitting by the road, hearing that Jesus was passing by, cried out, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David !”  The crowd sternly told them to be quiet, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!” And Jesus stopped and called them, and said, “What do you want Me to do for you?” They said to Him, “Lord, we want our eyes to be opened.” Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes; and immediately they regained their sight and followed Him.  ~Matthew 20:29-34 (NASB)

After reading the verse above, it occurred to me that the bible records that wherever Jesus went people cried out Him.  Especially those that had been shunned by society, the outcasts, and the rejects, those who had lost all hope the things of this world, in others and in any ability to save themselves.  

"La Conner, WA" Mark Schutter ©2013
“La Conner, WA”               Mark Schutter ©2013

Isn’t this still true today?  Even after 2000 years, when we are hurt, lost and without hope it is then that we cry out to God.  I wonder if in those moments those who profess no belief in God also find themselves calling out to ‘God’.

Throughout life we cry out when in distress, often more silently as we ages so as not be seen as weak.  But what really struck me was the response of Jesus, he stopped, called to them, then simply and directly asked, “What do you want Me to do for you?” 

The God of the universe did not indicate that He already knew what they wanted.  He asked and waited for them to answer. In those moments, as they stared into the eyes of Jesus, what thoughts were running through their minds as He simply waited for them to respond?

Could it be true that Jesus, often in a still small voice, is asking this very same question even today, to you and to me?   

“What do you want Me to do for you?”

I leave you with this –

  • Are you able to answer this question clearly? 
  • What specifically is your heart, your soul yearning for?
  • Do you know what it is that you want Jesus to do for you?

So often we want for lack of asking, fearful of the response. The blind men knew exactly what they wanted Jesus to do for them, “Lord, we want our eyes to be opened.”  Clear and straight to the point was their answer. 

This question may come in the midst of the busyness of your day or the quiet moments deep in the night.  I encourage you to spend some time thinking about how will respond when Jesus asks you, “What do you want Me to do for you?”

Please post your thoughts in the comments, I would love to hear them.  I plan to respond with my answer to this question in a later post.  For now, my answer evades and puzzles me greatly. ~M

Adventure, Art, Life, Photograph

Where does happiness begin?

Mark Wayne

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Most folks are as happy

as they make up

their minds to be.

~Abraham Lincoln

Are you happy? If yes, tell me about it in the comments! If no, tell me why not?  Happiness is a choice!