Missing the old, but realizing the importance of the new

Last nigh I realized that if I looked up I would not see exotic stars. And when I listened I would not hear the sound of the wind in the tree outside my window. I would not smell that tree that has blossoms that smell like lemon flavored cotton candy. I am here now. And for so long I didn't know why. In part, I still don't. I don't hear the sound of my parents voices in the next room, I don't have time to sit and daydream and write poetry everyday. But what if my life was a poem?? And what if my heart was the same for the people here as it was there? To have a broken heart for others and to be contrite towards God. Those are my desires... That I would be nothing and He would be everything. That when I look to these souls, I would not see how hey have it all together, but that with eyes of God, I would know how they are falling apart. That I would not care if they mock or scorn, but that I would care that my father in heaven is watching and He is keeping records. Ezekiel 3:18-19 says that as long as we warn the wicked we have delivered our souls bu if we do not speak, their hood is going to be required of us. Romans 2:4 asks if we despise the riches of God's goodness, I'd we do not understand that it's God's goodness that leads to repentance. We cannot look at others with the eyes of man and judgement. Oh but the glory of God is revealed when we allow the Holy Spirit in us to speak. And how He uses us when we let our 'self' die to ourself. He is regenerating us. The old man has passed away, behold all things have become new!! And it is our job to see, and really see those in need. And reach out with the arms of God. And even though I am no longer in Madagascar, I will still be used. Because if I allow my heart to turn to God and keep His face my goal, I'll be sure to witness by default and not by duty. "For Yiur statues have been my songs in he house of my pilgrimage" psalm 119:54