From the Desk of The DBeazy One-Man-Think-Tank

If you follow me at all, you know that my featured image is important to me. You may also know that I pay a very talented artist to provide images for me and she is nothing short of FANTASTIC! Sometimes though, I will try something new, as in the image of this piece. The above image is an “AI” created piece. I have used AI once before, and it has its value, but it simply cannot compete with the process that Chelsea and I usually share. She has a GIFT! I only use the AI image here because this is something that came upon me quickly and I wanted to get it posted quickly. You will see more of Chelsea’s gifts in the near future, so stay tuned.

The Avett Brothers, The Bible, and Bourbon in a Glass

Clarity. Yes, clarity. Often an elusive quality, drowned by obstructions, and blinded by distractions that serve to cloud vision, disorient, and mire the path. But clarity is a quest, an ambition, a hope, and then a prayer, that humankind places as a waypoint, a gauge to mark progress, and to give assurance when a choice is at hand. This aspect of life is often troubling and brings about much angst. When faced with a decision, what do we do? When we pray for an answer, how do we decipher between what we “think” we want, and what it is that God wants for us? How do we give it to him, and then relax? When things pop up, how do we know if we are following the will of God, or merely allowing our minds to shape Earthly events in our favor?

By now, the decision tally in the book of DBeazy is high. Those decisions known, seen, and witnessed by family, friends, and onlookers; then those made in secret, known by few, and those known only to the Lord in Heaven. Then there are those decisions inspired by the devil that set me in motion and led to undesired outcomes. There were many decisions made on a whim, without hesitation or tarry, and then there were those made with great struggle and even trepidation. The results of a lifetime of decisions? Well, I’d say it’s all pretty much a gamut run.

The facts are that there will always be decisions faced with only a singular response, and with implied, if not guaranteed results. Then there are decisions where seemingly, the weight of the world lies upon us, and choosing an unknown future over a relatively static present, is almost paralyzing.

Recently, someone faced almost simultaneously a couple of monumental decisions. One involving home and the other, career, though one occurred independently of the other. This person, a friend, sought counsel from the wise, council from those loved and respected, and yes, she even sought my opinion. Either decision was altering, yet my friend was faced with both. I did not envy the position in which my friend found herself, but she made decisions on both. That was about three weeks ago.

On this stool tonight, I write. Equipped with an open Bible to my left, an open bottle to the right, and Avett Brothers music diffuse the room. The brothers sing, “So I cut the ties and I jumped the tracks, never to return. Oh, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in.”

I saw my friend the other day, the one who made the double decisions. We had a chat and though short, I attempted to glean as much information as possible, without prying. After all, I have a personal stake in one, if not both of her decisions. I learned from her what I learned. I saw in her what I saw. I noted the data, shelving it for later extrapolation.

The line in the song reminded me that I hadn’t considered my friend and the questions raised after our brief visit. As the Avett Brothers sing in the song, “That woman she’s got eyes that shine, Like a pair of stolen polished dimes.” It occurred to me that she shared with me her fate from the first look. Her eyes did shine and all stress was gone from her expressions. Even if we’d not gotten the chance to speak, I would have left her knowing that she had made good choices, the correct choices. Lines that she probably never knew permeated her face before were gone, COMPLETELY GONE, and I knew that what I saw was the result of prayer answered; nothing more, but certainly, NOTHING LESS!

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