Promised Prayers

…find a sanctuary where peace and love are ordained from above.

Message from Heaven


I sip on my first cup of coffee in the mornings’ still. Peace….as nature calls on God to anoint today with tranquility. A Morning Dove and I sit quietly enjoying the break of day. I see her watching me. A trust seems to be established as we both enjoy what the other brings.

The sky is poised in shades of ice blue, majestically still. Not a cloud to be seen; the heavens receive the Earth. I have come to where God needs me – alone, attentive, observant. Trusting, I hear Him calling my heart, “Be not afraid for in the light I bring you promised prayers.”

Deep in supplication, I pray for unity as we are divided. I pray for the children whose parents are too busy to teach respect. I pray for those I know and love, hoping God will touch their spirits; and for the non-believers that read but can’t comprehend that God is real. “Prove it”, they say. I reply, “Come and sit; listen to the quiet.”

Like the shadows anointing the lawn, God and I remain one while enjoying the morning. You want to see a miracle (as George Burns would say)? “Look at me!” Trust begins inside of you, not in others you think you know.

Like the birds pMessages from Heavenerched upon the porch, I enjoy whatever God has delivered to my soul. I fill their trays with seed to eat and God fills my spirit so I may prosper. Just like the snap of a finger, the sun arrives on my shoulders and the neighbor’s pets begin to harmonize. High above, sitting on a wire, my furry long-tailed varmint is waiting on me to go inside. But I think I’ll sit and protect my feathered friends as God, too, watches over them.

My friends, find a sanctuary where peace and love are ordained from above. God isn’t revealed just in the church; many are confused there. Find a place to pray…..a rock along a shore or a park where shadows anoint. God is there waiting to receive that prayer you need in your life!

How could this be so right, because I’m here and you’re reading what God told me to write.  Another miracle by day’s light!

 


Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and 
     that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple 
     beauty of nature.  I firmly believe that nature brings solace 
     in all troubles.   – Anne Frank

But when you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.   (Matthew 6:6)

Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.   (Jeremiah 33:3)

Silver Seasons

Our trails of disasters have led us to greener pastures…

In the glimmering shadows, I stare across the way at you. I ask God to allow me the years that we have missed. Lord, explain why two would meet in their prime years, only to reunite as the silver seasons begin?

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I could write a book called, “The False Illusions”. Why would two who came together for one week and didn’t know the others’ walk; living a thousand miles apart with children and obligations; never forget each other?? Did God lay the ground work of which two could have never thought? What promises did God stow, although I know…. it was all in His timing. Success is measured by smiles not stress, and now blessings are bestowed.

What greater love than two old, coming together in the name of RESPECT and God anoints their visions! Our trails of disasters have led us to greener pastures; and we have both come to Christ. And where there is His father, no other power can destroy. Our prayers re-unite.

Today, in the bright sunshine, I watch the shadows you create as dreams and missions are one. You’re such a blessing to me! With God’s help, a child is born….an entity for all to see; a star, maybe high above the clouds that He created in the heavens; one that no one else could have ever seen.

In awe, I stand quietly, watching as the trust evolves from truths. A future as infamous as the galaxies, dreams are unimaginable. Only God addresses our circumstances as we remain in faith. And I look at you and think….

We nurture our love as you illuminate my visions and God above blesses the messages. What a joy to have God on my side and you to polish my points of view. It’s like sitting in the shade, enjoying a breeze, with a glass of lemonade on a Sunday afternoon. Nothing in this world would be better to me than you sharing the silver seasons of my life….until we leave and walk in heaven together.

 


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Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil. Cling to what is good. (Romans 12:9)

Be kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another. (Romans 12:10)

Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. (Philippians 2: 3-4)

The Sandbox

Our minds are designed to create and build – not to tear down and destroy.

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Sitting in the shade, wiping my sweat, the yard is manicured once more. It’s so nice to enjoy the love that comes from looking to God and the beautiful blue sky. I thank Him for another day of gorgeous grace. In my little cul-de-sac, the concrete wraps in harmony; the blacktop sweeps in tranquility. Peace and love rings out in my little neighborhood. God abounds.

Reminiscing in the shade while continuously wiping my brow, I think back to when Kirk and I were little kids. We’d play for hours with our Matchbox toys; building tunnels and roads through the piles of sand in my little sandbox. Pretending to create a life of make-believe, we built a world where the only problem was leaving our toys outside if it rained.

With endless hours of sharing our childhood, we learned to live and get along. I guess we fought once in a while; I don’t remember anymore. But the fact remains, we got along and grew up in normalcy. Our interests grew and changed. Diversified, we lost contact. Some days, like today, I go back and sit on the edge of my little sandbox wishing for those younger days.

Today, I’m watching the parade of demonstrators marching in solidarity. They, I bet, never knew the love of God that grows from life in a sandbox. Our minds are designed to create and build – not to tear down and destroy. Memories are like a keepsake proudly displaying on the living room mantle. Framed pictures that commemorate the way things were, line the hallway. And a crucifix of Christ protects the covenant that God blesses the hearts of passed ones.

I see the innocent demonstrate their acclaimed individual rights. The fore-fathers, before them, fought for those rights. Now the monuments are all but destroyed. That which was commemorated, is now denounced. Ridiculous!

So what time is it….1967??

I’m watching the news…. fifty years too late! I’ve seen this rerun before!

I’m disgusted with the progress we are prospering – in reverse. Let’s go back in time and recreate the joy of God we found in our own little sandbox once more!

 


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But Jesus called them to him, saying, let the children come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. (Luke 18:16)

A fool’s lips bring strife, And his mouth calls for blows. A fool’s mouth is his ruin, And his lips are the snare of his soul. (Proverbs 18: 6-7)

The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life, But the mouth of the wicked conceals violence. (Proverbs 10:11)

 


Editor’s Comment:

God establishes government to be an authority, and he establishes family to teach the importance of respecting authority.

“Air Looms”

There’s no love in the hearts of many trying to destroy our great nation


 

The nightly news has become a broken record; some group wants to decapitate a statue. Across the seas, there is always another coup that doesn’t agree with our way of life. Disgusted with the worldly ways, I say, good-night…don’t forget to pray! Pray for forgiveness for those that thought, but know not, that wisdom and knowledge are only attributed to experience. I ask God to watch over the loved that means so much.

Greeted by a morning fog, Dawn (God’s Little Girl), is crying out over our sovereignty. I look to heaven for a clear sign.

It’s blanketed by the “air that looms”….

A still so eerie that nature, itself, has ran for cover. I sit in the mist listening to God and wonder why my birds aren’t eating. Un-United, our states are in turmoil. Our heavenly father has turned a blind eye. You can’t bless the lack of respect; the sorrow mourns a morning.

The “air looms” with mixed emotions….

My heartfelt thoughts are not being heard. God, poised, we pray for your resolution.

The calm is like none other; my Morning Doves are gone. The atmosphere is saturated with hate. There’s no love in the hearts of many trying to destroy our great nation.

The “air looms”…. like a solar eclipse about to happen.

All I feel is the emptiness from the hell the media stirs. Life is better when we are excluded. Starving for attention, these groups are fed by the fame they receive.

And the “air still looms”….

Like freshly perked coffee, you can almost smell the prediction of people. And yet, if you leave the coffee urn on, you know what will happen. It’s time to rise, and “make your bed” (a General once said). Be called to the glory, as those before us, who gave their all in the name of God. Life is too precious!

The ”air looms”….. it’s relentless.

Those that kiss their loved ones goodbye, parade in front of a camera. They proudly display their inhumanity for one another.

What have we learned??

Our history is being destroyed at the hands of “the children”! Where is our might to fight the ruthless? God only knows. The blood sheds for many, the past and the present. Is there no hope when morning comes?

And the “air looms”….

The torches of a fiery hell lingers long into the night. Not a soul was armored in the name of Christ; not a Bible was destroyed in the melee.

And still the “air looms” as Dawn awakens….

 


Editor’s Notes:

Who is Dawn (God’s Little Girl”??  Read my earlier blog, God’s Little Girl

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A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. (John 13:34)

If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. (1 John 4:20)

Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. (Romans 12:10)

For inquire, please, of bygone ages, and consider what the fathers have searched out. For we are but of yesterday and know nothing, for our days on earth are a shadow. Will they not teach you and tell you and utter words out of their understanding? (Job 8: 8-10)

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Love is like crystal…beautiful until its broke.


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In the middle of the quiet night, I listen to the creatures as they share a “who is right” conversation. Hearing them squabble, reminds me of you and I. Whoever has the last word doesn’t matter, wrong or right. We fight about the littlest things…you buy the milk; I’ll buy the butter. Like ants crossing a lily pad and the frog has enough of them, he jumps off, for its all he can handle.

So here we are wasting away another day that God hath made, trying to get our last say. At the end of the day, a compromise will certainly be rendered. Back and forth, love, like a ping pong ball, appears to be who serves last – that’s what matters most. Frustrated as pointless accusations hurdle across the net, we speak our peace and words ricochet through our hearts.

Love is like crystal…beautiful until its broke. Worthless in the trash, we pick up the pieces of our fragile relationship, trying to make it last. Like closing the windows after a tornado has passed, only God knows the damage.

Bits and pieces of past history lingers in our own mystery. I wonder, why is life ricocheting from wall to wall? The hurts become deflated egos and common sense lies like broken crystal. “Why?”, is the only word…. not “sorry”, nor regrets. The walls stand tall, impervious to glass being at thrown at them.

Here where faith lies in the balance, fear becomes a common denominator. And where there is fear, there is no faith….do the math. You can’t fix broken crystal.

 


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Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13: 4-7)

It is better to live in a corner of the housetop than in a house shared with a quarrelsome wife. (Proverbs 21:9)

But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere. (James 3:17)

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, (Romans 3:23)

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When Hate Is Loved

….history repeats itself as nothing is learned.


Coming home from a hard day’s work, I listen to the rhetoric that plagues our country. I love the drive, a peaceful little back road. The groundhogs sit up and watch as I pass and the deer graze along the shoulder. It’s like driving back through time. The trees sway and shadows my drive on this hot summer afternoon, giving me comfort on the ride home. A passing wave from an oncoming car whom you don’t know, tells they’re enjoying their ride home too. But the rhetoric on the radio, well….it’s another world out there.

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There’s no hurry driving down a winding road; no traffic jams. It’s just me with God sitting beside me. Arriving home to my manicured lawn, the roses greet me. My tired bones rejuvenate by the intertwined pinks and reds. Wow! What a gorgeous sight!

So another day comes to an end; no one died, not a shot was fired, and my boss even chuckled about our way of life. God, I love my life. Even my future looks promising. Another beautiful sunset, too, with shades that are indescribable.

Sitting down to dinner and saying grace, it’s the same old story in the background. “These people hate those people” and, “politically correct” is headline news. Those that said grace together now stand on opposite sides, swearing and throwing stones. A tear comes as we bow our heads and hold hands. Grace is all God asks for.

For the love of God, I can’t imagine anything constructive derived from hate! Memories are removed from town square. God won’t bless the hell that’s born when hate is loved. Looking for comfort as the bloody are posted on the internet, I wonder…. if it were Christ, would those posing as gladiators carry Bibles instead?

The night now reigns and God deems who’s worthy. The bloodshed in the streets now becomes the statue. And history repeats itself as nothing is learned. We’re reminded of the eternal flame that burns for those who gave their all. They never had the chance to see that sin plastered in the early morning light.

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My God shows no mercy on those that loves hate….their days are numbered. They’ll never find the peace that comes in the afternoon leaving work; as the little groundhog sits up and says, “God loves you”; or the waving hand showing “brotherly love”.

 


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Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness. (1 John 2:9)

But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, (Matthew 5:44)

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:28)

 


Editor’s Notes:

Did You Know???

Battle flags become totems for the men who served under them, for their sacrifices. They assume emotional significance for soldiers’ families and their descendants. Anyone today hoping to understand why so many Americans consider the flag an object of hatred must understand its status as a memorial to the Confederate soldier. These flags will always be contentious symbols as long as people still argue about the Civil War, its causes and its conduct.

Kappa Alpha was a fraternity that introduced Confederate symbols into collegiate life. It was in the hands of students that the flag burst onto the political scene in 1948.

Truckers, motorcycle riders and “good ol’ boys” (most famously depicted in the popular television show The Dukes of Hazzard) gave the flag a new meaning that transcends the South and even the United States.

We know that we must study the flag’s entire history if we wish to understand the history that is happening around us today.

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My Soulmate….

Our spirits will remain but our love shall never be divided.

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Sitting under the stars, I’m waiting to see that special shooting…one that is coming to take me home. I think about the day when I’ll kiss your cheek and pray we will meet on the other side.

Heaven awaits….God’s calling

I’m not leaving without my love, here on Earth. But I can’t promise that so I smile through the pain, taking my final sip from the communion cup of tea.

I can only wish you know how much I really love you.

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But I’m just glad I’m going where God welcomes.

So I kiss your cheek once more knowing you’re the link between where I’m going and my past. God bless you, my love. You’re the best; you made me what I am.

My spirit so filled, my soul is now ready for the trip I must endure.

I’ll miss you, my love, so please hurry! I’ll be there waiting for you at the pearly. You won’t miss me. I’ll be the one smiling. My life will then be complete.

Thank you, God!

I sit in the dark, waiting on my ray of light. I’ll be the one riding out without a prayer; still knowing where I’m going – straight to heaven. God promises eternal life to those who believe, and I’m one who can’t wait.

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Again, I’ll kiss your face; I’ll feel your skin; I’ll touch your spirit and hold our memories in my mind. For love was born when we met. It may have been a while reaching us, but God saves the best for last….

You, my love, I’ve waited to celebrate the end. God has so blessed me with you.

Words can never comprehend the love I knew because you, too, held onto the hope and faith that someday we’d be one.

Now I must go make a home in heaven where you and I will spend eternity. There’ll be no bills, no debts, or frustrations to sweat. Just you and me walking together.

Our spirits will remain but our love shall never be divided. God knows my heart and yours as well.

I love you for eternity! My soulmate in heaven, I’ll see ya’ later…. I love you princess!

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Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her (Ephesians 5:25)

Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. (1 John 4:7-8)

And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. (Colossians 3:14)