Works

I know faith without works is dead. I also know works look different each day. The day alters the works. On easier days, works is a full on 9-5 jam-packed into a 6-8. On challenging days, works is opening the curtains to put some light in this house.

Works are the building blocks. Works is the vision written out and made plain for me to see. I had my mid-year review yesterday at work. The motif was personal goals. My theme was me and my works. Typically it’s everything but me but life has changed. Life isn’t nearly brown, it’s colorful and bright. So my work reflects that. Gray peeks through sometimes but it’s alright. Again, it depends on the day.

When I look at today, I see the works. I see the plans. I see the deadlines and reminders. I remind myself of James 2. I remind myself of verse 18, “I will show my faith by my works”. My works are essential because my faith is my identity. My works, which are also my building blocks show me and y’all who I am. Who He is. My works is the stillness in meditation to receive the revelation. My works is the sound of silent prayers falling from my eyes when I don’t see His hand. My works is that bike ride I had on the 4th with hands out free in the wind. My works is though I got hurt, I don’t give up, I rest up then get up, unafraid because the fall wasn’t that rough.

Works are each step that adds up to the mile. Then the terrain changed, and footwear switched out. Crocs turn to tennis shoes and it’s all tallying up. Works are the blisters obtained to expand my perspective. The trip to Venice, Florence, and Rome to touch walls that hold more history than my American blood could fathom.

Works are the new opportunities for people who look like me. People who believe like me. People who just want to be free. Works are the breadcrumbs that will be here past me. Works is the way this post is turning into a poem because the words are entering romantic territory. It’s expected since my works are my faith, the divine version of me. The heartfelt, undeniable, promises I’ve made to us. To keep the faith, to do the work, to be kind, especially to me, because the day affects the works and some days the light coming in are the only works I can set free.