Monthly Archives: March 2014

Why I hate this picture (and so should you)




Johnny Cash is, without a doubt, one of the best singer-songwriters of our times. He sung simple songs of love, redemption and faith. He sung humourous tunes of life. He sung of heartache, famine, toil and hardship. He sung of his faith in the Lord, his love for Jesus and his hope of eternal life.

Without a doubt, Cash’s life was, at times, marred with abuse from alcohol and drug use. There was no doubt that he struggled with addiction, being out of control, being angry. But that was not his message. That wasn’t his legacy.

Of the 70 or so albums he released over 60-ish years, 11 of them were gospel albums. He released a number of live albums recorded in prisons (who could forget the epic ‘At Folsom Prison’ and ‘At San Quenten’?). He travelled to Israel a number of times and publically declares his love for the…

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How Does It Effect You?

Broken Believers


There are four areas that chronic depression will effect you.

  1. Emotions
  2. Thoughts
  3. Physical
  4. Behavior

We need to really visualize the areas in order to understand. This grasp of the facts will not change a thing, but will only give you a sense of what depression is doing to you, or your loved ones.

Some will emphasize one or another. But all four areas play a part in this disease. We may think we can twist around these, but we’ll find we are still trapped by the evil ogre of depression. (And he takes all the prisoners he can.)

We are hostages to this sickness. Depression truly destroys lives and hopes. It comes uninvited, and springs its trap on us. It can immobilize us in an instant.

David knew what it was like to be a hostage of depression. In Psalm 32:3-4 he wrote:

“For when I kept silent, my bones wasted…

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Dust can only fill these lines
Words split into pieces too fine
Fingers follow attempting rhyme
Calling these dam nightmares benign

Slicing my mind his serpentine
Taking the gray that defines
Making sure my silence won’t whine
Of memories once intertwined

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/26

Wrote Didn’t Write

My wrote didn’t write again last night
Not feeling anything it seems
Now understanding deadline’s plight
Using nets to catch streams of dreams

Drifting away my visions prance
Dreams rise and I fumble for my pen
Caught in the whirlwind of a trance
Passing secrets from middlemen

Watching peace suddenly turning
As nightmares rear raising their hoofs
I can see now that hell’s burning
Remember our faith’s fireproof

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/23


City sidewalks crack under the pressure
While the tree’s branches strain towards the heavens
Winds coming so strong they’re hard to measure
Branches lay flat to the ground and blend in

Leaves explodes the intent of the wind
Each leaf has a prayer and calms the mighty gale
Leaves first to the skies, branches next wind skinned
Birds that were hiding are now on the wind’s tail

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/08

Breakfast at McDonald’s

This put tears in my eyes

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
March 7, 1998

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.

The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.

Her last project of the term was called “Smile.”

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning.

It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us…

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Call Her Mama

Squeezed headlong into this cold room
Confused and losing my balance
Screaming out for my mother’s womb
Crying outside for inside’s absence

This teat tastes like it’s ambrosia
And this warm blanket heats the spot
I’m going to call her Mama
I am liking this place a lot

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/06