From heart to keyboard

We as servers / waiters and waitresses / or the one you often refer to as "our guy" or "our lady"....(whatever you like to call us when you go out to eat) have a million "restaurant etiquette rules" that we always vent with each about. I have heard numerous servers say, "I'm gonna write a book one day that explains how to act while dining out!" However, I have yet to see that book published. So, this is my feeble attempt to help you as the guest and my fellows servers work together. TOP 10 "DINING MANNERS" YOU SHOULD PRACTICE. 1. Remember your server is a person! a.) Just like you, we deserve to be treated like human beings, not like slaves or some animal that has to submit to your abrupt commands. If you had a bad day, don't take it out on the server. b.) You never know the motivation behind someones job. Try not to judge us. There is such a stigma that comes with being a server at times. People often assume that server...

I just found this poem I wrote back in 2006. I typically do not write poems, but this one was written out of sincere repentance for some cheap choices I had made and a desire to really allow God to speak truth into my frustrated soul. I Find Myself at the Cross Crawling back to the cross. Finding myself broken, bleeding and bruised. Guilt is heavy and shame is present. Confusion of who I am seeps throughout the cage of my mind. I blame only myself for the state I am in. This prison is cold. I cry out for more of You. I cry out for you to consume every ounce of my being. I cry out and walk away. Crawling back to the cross. Still broken, still bleeding, still bruised. I am weary from the battle. The battle that I was never meant to fight. I am a soldier, a soldier enrolled in the army of "self". Crawling back to the cross. Where are You? Who am I? Knowing you are capable, but still asking the question, "Can You fix me?" Kneeling at the cross ...