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)

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Faith, the guiding light, has protected me, even from that which I could not see.


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Night falls on our trials. The winds howl and I hide in the dark protecting my heart. I feel a gentle stream as a tear slowly drifts downward. Life has dealt me the worst poker hand to play; and even the felt on the table is brown.

God, when does life begin? These bitter winds make me wonder. Trying to deal with the elements, I watch the nakedness of the winter foliage. It, too, prays for me to hold onto my faith as frozen precipitation begins to fall. Calling God, I can’t help but think that with these cards I’m holding, is He even listening??

So, I promise myself tomorrow I’ll wake up and climb out on the other side of the bed. Hopefully that will help. Days are hard. My heart pales, alone in the dark as prayers are sent…. and God hears my conscience.

Morning comes, a ray of sun, and I take a deep breath while realizing that worrying is for nothing. Faith is the entity that brings promise and doors open as God promises. Living through hell, a boot camp of trials, God has anointed me; feeling not comfort or peace but fortitude to proceed.

I’ve seen Satan at his best, trying to take everything away that I stand for; and in places where love was not respected. God, though, has made me stronger….and the outcome? Opened DOORS! God saved me!

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Faith, the guiding light, has protected me, even from that which I could not see. Doors closed for the best, the best for me.

God invites us all to join His way of life. Appointed to do His work, I “won’t” be needing you! Like stepping stones, we walk softly so as not to fall. As promised, Angels come to ensure my future.

Relating biblically to Job, I too, have lost much the same as you while standing in the face of faith. I will not leave a door ajar. God has shown his light, a new deck of cards on another playing field. My life, now guarded by angels, will be protected from harm.

Praise Jesus!

 

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Related Verses:

I know your works. Behold, I have set before you an open door, which no one is able to shut. I know that you have but little power, and yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name. (Revelation 3:8)

 
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)

 


 

Gallant Valor

August 28, 2017

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It’s Sunday evening….some are about to return to church, some about to sit down for a wonderful dinner; some may be ready to slide back in their recliners to watch the evening news or some football. But let me interject some thoughts….

“God Bless Texas”

These courageous folks…. not the police or military; but the humanitarians who launch their boats on the highways into uncharted waters. They travel rooftop to rooftop, listening for stranded victims. Unless you have been involved in search and rescue as I did, you can’t imagine the danger. The sewers flood out, alligators and snakes, and the mosquitos will carry you off. Then there are the caskets that surface.

Here is where black lives matter! White supremacists could care less what you and the rest of America thinks. This is war friends – Texans against nature’s worst. God is the only entity prayed to here.

You talk about coming together as united people? Well snowflakes, take a lesson – WAKE UP! This is how America was and will always be. People with dignity respecting those with integrity. God bless them!!!

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By the grace of God, there is no color of race nor ethnic coupe. There are no boastful rednecks. They instead drive for hours to launch their boats on interstates to save those in dire straits.

Praise those who give their time! They leave their families behind to help the survived. They certainly command a medal to commemorate their valiant duty.

God bless them!

Guilty As “Hell”

….why won’t a body heal when drugs and doctors are at a loss?

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I’m not a doctor but there are times when your health can’t be healed with medicines and drugs. Those who believe this have seen prayers answered and dreams come true. Miracles from God is the only logical answer. I know that God is in the business of “giving gifts” to those who sometimes least deserve it. But on rare occasions, those in need can’t profit from a prayer.

I, personally, can tell you how unfortunate it is to watch a child of God (or are they really??) suffer. The multitude of surgeries and doctor visits, time off from work trying to get well….all for nothing. Maybe, just maybe, God knows more….

I pray for those whose money can’t buy health. God is called on after the laying of hands on the sick – not once or twice, but a half a dozen times. There is no answer though. So now I wonder…. why won’t a body heal when drugs and doctors are at a loss?

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The inflicted lay in bed, tossing and turning, dealing with the reflections only they see in a mirror. The truth can’t be erased as evil exists in hearts and minds of the unscrupulous. Watching, there’s nothing known to man that can heal the self-inflicted. Laying hands on the ill is as effective as drawing a blank unless they are ready to publicly confess. Trying to sweep their past under the rug does little to heal the infection. God looks down on a rotting spirit. Oh the extremities look awesome, but the soul is as “guilty as hell.”

This synopsis is not a cure for some though who truly deserve the love of God. I have a friend, George, who laid on his death bed a year ago. Only prayers saved his spirit. Some of us know those who, by the grace of God, are miraculously healed. Another friend, just tonight, found out he’s cancer free. God bless you too Jason!

But what about the others whose gloom has conquered their inner spirit? They rot before our very presence, here on Earth. Hell, is just not a place; it’s also an act of destruction. And if healing is to happen for the tormented, repenting the subconscious mind, is the antidote. I think God would concur.

It could be easy to find a miracle drug. Start with God! Wipe the slate and ask for forgiveness. Only then will the heart be able to receive the eternal love that God intends for us. A hardened heart will never heal.

Today, I pray for the inflicted who are guilty as hell. The day will come when they will stand eye-to-eye and they better pray He likes what He sees.

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Editor’s Comments:

God never promises to always remove suffering and never guarantees that he will heal in this life. I want to stress that sickness is not always the direct result of sin in someone’s life, but pain and disease are part of the fallen. But we must realize it is one possible reason.

It could be that some people may not want to be healed because they’ve linked their personal life’s chaos so closely with their illness. They may fear the unknown aspects of life beyond their sickness, or crave the attention that the affliction provides. Often, God will use physical suffering to develop their character and produce spiritual growth.

Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results. (James 5:16)

Scripture also indicates that some illnesses are caused by spiritual or demonic influences:

And you know that God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power. Then Jesus went around doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with him. (Acts 10:38)

 

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Promised Prayers

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

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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)

How Many Ways Can I Say….

….the solidarity I hold as you make an example out of me.


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It’s a gloomy, soggy Sunday. I rock in my recliner and post thoughts about those who won’t be in church this morning. How ungodly are they? Reflecting on the news of the day, I can’t imagine there is much love as it’s “every man and woman for themselves”. I’ve lived, somehow, long enough to see this rerun played out long before now. There is no God in times of bloodshed. In my faith, Christ shed that for me. I’m eternally grateful that my love of God permeates.

Here, by my side, are years of writings. Some are sad, but some I rejoice in how many ways can I say I love you, God. Like rainy days, my heart pales and the sky’s gray reminds me of my past. The failures, Lord, that you brought me through; the times I stumbled and you caught me as well; and the accidents where You saved me.  Dear God, how many ways can I say I love You?

Beside me are my shoe box monuments. No one can imagine in this day and age, the solidarity I hold as you make an example out of me. Graced with your anointment, my course has turned. I woke one early dawn and I wrote my precious first piece – “Jesus In The Backseat”.  My life now prophesized, God has ordered my mission.

My steps now lighter, my heart resides in forgiveness. My love and Your messages are now spreading around the world. How many ways can I say…I love You, God?

 

Readers:  How many ways can you say….”I love you, God”…..in my life? How has He changed your life?


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You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. (Deuteronomy 6:5)

Jesus answered him, “If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. Whoever does not love me does not keep my words. And the word that you hear is not mine but the Father’s who sent me. (John 14: 23-24)

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! (Psalm 150: 6)

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. (James 1: 17)