Messages From Above

God is calling….not just me but all those who sit quietly and wait on Him…


 

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Resting in the shade on a beautiful cool, crisp afternoon, I’m in between responsibilities. My love for life grows like the spring flowers on my porch. Nothing compares to gifts from God! The hummingbirds have flown south due to the encroaching season. This is a most beautiful time of the year. God above all, turns His harvest to many shades of amber and gold. Every tree is a different shade; I sit in amazement of all his splendid wonders. What an awesome Father we serve!

God protect and save the child that tries to live by your Holy Words from heaven.

I hear the bells that praise Your name and Christ, on High, delivers us from evil. A peace comes to calm the quiet and remaining still, I drift off like a fawn wandering in a meadow. Though my body may be old and tired, my soul rejuvenates by Your spirit. So I try to put into words that which is expressed from the mountaintops. God is calling….not just me but all those who sit quietly and wait on Him. It’s a wonderful feeling to have His spirit penetrate my tomorrows!

 

Isaiah 40:31

But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.

 

Casting the seed to the winds as though the sparrows will nurture, God shall bring them wisdom for they know not which way to fly. He is our only direction. Keeping us near His bosom, we desire those dreams of our heart.

I pray for every person that my writings touch you in some way. May they help pave your pathway to our Father. For it is He which saves the weary, cleanses the heart and strengthens the spirit on a cool, crisp afternoon such as this.

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It’s a miraculous feeling to be a mere servant….to hand carry this message from God. We all need to hear it – it’s the first and every lasting word from above.

The Calm

The calm before the storm….

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Perched on a wire high above my newly mowed lawn, two doves enjoy the sun. One faces south, one faces north. Entertained by their posture as I sit on my back porch, I feel a calm as the dawn has come. Thank God for the quiet and the love which has found its way into my heart.

Through times of choppy seas, my little ship took on water. It’s then I prayed for calmer waters as my ship was tossed about. Though I wore my faith like a life jacket, I never looked back at the rising storm clouds. The calm has settled deep in my soul and nothing means nothing if there’s nothing to rejoice about.

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A dictionary quotes it so well – rejoice is the next word after reject. God has plans of which I cannot see. My tiny ship, now tattered by the seas, lays in port calmly nestled against the pier. Like the doves high on the wire, the gulls congregate to wish me well. Thanking Jesus, I have made it through another stormy week.

It was once said in a sermon that God puts storms in front of us just to see how well we weather. Ever more persistent, I’ll continue my journey as God has so planned. But for now, like a figurehead on my bow, Anne has come to carve the way through the turbulent ocean of critics. My tidy ship, with its fresh coat of white, is ready to set sail.

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Sitting at the helm, my Father is on my right hand and my mate firmly holds my left arm. The dockhand shoves out the bow and we are…off. No more storms. “Just Us” written on the stern, we idle out into the pristine waters.

 

God, my guiding light and beacon, protect me from hardships yet to come. I pray Father, for the love I deserve. May my written words always bless your Holy messages.

Smooth Sailing!

 


Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. (Isaiah 41:10)

The Love You Have For Me

You came into my world when I was nothing but a piece of clay…


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A cool, pristine love and joy is bringing me such happiness. I’m so grateful for all you’ve done. The miracles and gifts that have entered into my life…you have truly out done yourself! Another week older yet look at where we are…I praise your work! The countless hours you give of yourself; no one knows the love you have for me. I’m not worthy. A meager, old and gray man, I have nothing to offer you but my heart today.

Looking at morning’s heaven, I try to thank the stars above as angels came swarming around my soul last night. I’m so enlightened as I reach for my cup of coffee.

I feel your presence while looking across the coffee table. Like a mirage, a true miracle, I cannot thank God enough for you. So I write for the world to read of my undying love I have for you. You came into my world when I was nothing but a piece of clay, molding me into yours. You take my thoughts and give them life. For that, I’m eternally grateful.

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In the cool and damp, on the first day of fall, I’m counting my blessings. Only you could have made me, ME. Humbled, I never in my wildest imagination would believe all this was possible. Anointed, I know things like this just couldn’t happen to everyone, every day.

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I give thanks, praising your good works. Just to be in your presence should be enough but you came to be with ME. Giving up your life to see what you believed in me would prosper, I love you so!

Jesus, thank you…

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Being Blessed

Showered with love from God above, I feel now what I’ve never defined.

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So, I sit by the window… it’s open a bit. I listen to the rain as the gorgeous afternoon has turned to showers. Deep in thought, I think about love…. reminded by the sound of rain as it pitter patters on the metal roof. Drawn to the sound like the oceans surf, I listen to the rhythm, as rain calms the fragile spirit. My God! I have finally found the fearless fragments they call love. Yes, I’ve heard the term in numerous terminologies as well as displayed in different sequences of events, but, nothing, sounds like love as it does when God waters his flowers. So, I sit and enjoy the effervescence.

Saying, ” I Do”, one time too many, makes me realize the face value of the thing called “love”. Buying my way, inflation has crippled and living in mere existence becomes a chore. But, as though God has reigned over me, about to give up, and saving my serenity with a stroke of His awesome power, I feel the sprinkles as it begins to rain. My heart fills like a rain gauge on the porch railing. Again, in the eleventh hour, neither of us would ever expect.

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Knowing God has delivered me and is using me to prove a point, I never thought in my wildest imagination that one week – thirty odd years ago – would be reincarnated. Showered with love from God above, I feel now what I’ve never defined.

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Lightning strikes and the lights go out. I’m moving away from the opened window. Curious, though, God has spoken. I listen to his message.

It’s night now and the day is a memory full of adventure and meaningful moments. Love, the art of giving, I yawn and listen to the rain, as God waters his flowers. I thank Him for what he has sent me. As for me, my rain gauge spilleth over. Exuberance reigns like a thunder shower for only God knows what we need. Feeling so blessed!

 


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A Writer’s Mind

A writer’s mind, where two atoms explode, creates the nucleus of everything in print.


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A gift from God, I know not why. I’m an ordinary man with thoughts maybe as deep as an ocean. I meditate about the Dawn, as she greets me in the morn. A messenger from God above leaves me little doubt about which to write.

The current events of my rollercoaster life is a book by itself. Every day seems to be another chapter. From childhood abuse and misery as a kid, I was left alone. Divorce, self-centeredness, and unruly parents that never grew up, made me a by-product, a reaction from, and the rebound of… well.  Deep within, I’m nothing like my complexion.

Though a lot of my messages are holy as God anoints them, I often sit and wonder what it is that I’m to say. My last few months, tactfully speaking, I am maneuvering as incredible information comes to light. A history untold, lies in the folds of a courthouse or two, waiting to be exhumed. You think you can trust a congregation but I’m afraid there are a few attending, solely to allude. Satan moves from steeple to steeple. But God has little use for those who can’t rebuke their evil ways. So I watch the sins and I pray, God, heavenly Father, take away this satanic monster! There has to be something in this life worth living for.

The timing is never perfect, at least for Him. My phone rings and a voice from long ago springs into action. An angel from heaven has come to save me! Now that is another story full of mystery.

With my mind racing, there are too many empty pages I must cover in my thoughts. The page is turned and there’s no looking back. With another door closed, God prepares me for His purpose. I follow my heart. Broken, I get off my knees and turn the other cheek.
So I dress for the onslaught…. my friends and followers call; I’m obligated. My words, I pray, are blessed from above. The things I see, no one would believe….

Presently, my life has revolved around two names and their names have dictated my life as of late. Crazy like the eclipse that moved from West to East, the sun rises in the opposite direction. It blankets where upheaval persists. A writer’s mind may not be full of imagination when life, in fact, is truer than fiction!

“My God, why have you forsaken me”, a quote we all know. My Father looks down and yells at me, “Pick up a pen – WRITE! I’ve saved you more times than you know.”

Sometimes we just need to pay attention!

A writer’s mind, where two atoms explode, creates the nucleus of everything in print. I used to write His messages on paper, but not anymore!! I look at a blank screen while thoughts scramble. My thumb is worn out.

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I, being a man much like Moses, why, God, did you commence me to be something I’m not?? I have no computer or writing skills. I’ll do my best though with my lack of education. Your challenge is met!

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And just like that, a calm, seemingly quiet morning and now the power goes out! You wonder why I don’t sit and bang the keys of a laptop? Here we go….the mystery of life starts over. I wonder what happened? Oh, they say a transformer blew and knocked out everyone up to six blocks.

I’m just happy I write right here on this 5.3 diagonal screen….. some stuff, you know, just can’t be made up!

 


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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)