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?

 

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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)

Learning To Trust

…..go to God where trust originates.

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Sitting at the kitchen bar, watching the sunlight in the clouds, I’m deciding what to wear. Listening to the weatherman, I wander, what crystal ball is he looking into? For sure, not the one in his hands! He’s saying clear but I swear it looks like rain. The only thing warm is the coffee cup against my palms. I hate this kind of weather because you never know how to dress. Throwing on my winter coat, I grab a sweatshirt, cap and gloves and think to myself, now I’m prepared. But are we ever? Our best guess might be the worst case scenario.

Not looking back, I start to back out of the garage. Trusting there is nothing behind me, I pull out into the street. I guess I should have looked but for the millionth time, I will be fine. Like kissing my bride good-bye, I trust today will be like tomorrow and like yesterday.

It’s noon and wanting to send my love, I reach for my phone. There’s no answer. What comes to mind? A million thoughts – the “what if’s” are haunting and all of a sudden I’m wondering… hmmm. But I’ve been married for years; I’m certainly secure but there’s a little inkling that something is wrong. I’ll shake it off and go about my day.

Arriving home, I see she’s beat me. What a surprise, or, what is she up to? Dinner’s nice but a little too quiet. Suspicious, I’m afraid to ask. I’ll get my shower and slip under the covers….the place where no bars are held. She’s putting her back to me! My trust is on the line and comfort zone infiltrated. Reminded of the weatherman, I’m trying to prepare for the onslaught of the night. All these years are wrapped up in an instant. There’s no time to ask for prayer unless I’m trying to save myself. So I go to God where trust originates. A clap of thunder and it’s not just three of us anymore – God, her, and I. Now I know it’s four!

Learning to trust, it’s faith that’s granted but still, there’s doubt after all these years. Feeling for my life, I’m trying to prepare but there’s no way my heart isn’t broken. I’m trying to trust with suspicion arising but it’s like painting rust… hopefully it will go away. Trusting in a can of paint is much the same as believing in the honesty of a liar.

So it’s back to square one. I don’t know how to cope with the elements at hand. Now it’s me that wishes I had a crystal ball. But the only peak I see is that which God determines. Protecting me, God wards off the evil spirits. Staying diligent in my Father’s faith, He instills in me, Learning to Trust 101….

How trusting are you??  Share your experiences….

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Blessed is the man who makes the Lord his trust, who does not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after a lie! (Psalms 44:4)

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6–7)

For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate. Now if I do what I do not want, I agree with the law, that it is good. So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me. For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. … (Romans 7:15-24)

The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. (Proverbs 31:11)

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Living the Lie

…..He never anoints a relationship who’s posterity is blemished.


I gave you my heart and for $18.99 you vowed to wedlock. With a closet so full of skeletons, you venture out, leaving a trail of unscrupulous documents that lead us all to question. So on a bright Friday morning, you jump into your car and run to the pastor’s office. Committing to God, you try to start over. Singing in the choir will not pardon the guilt from a history book. A pretty smile might ward off a congregation but God tallies the sequence of events. Your heart pounds. Is it possible to hide from the horrific confrontation?

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Born once more, you change your name. You set up home and trim the thorns. Playing make believe, life seems grand, but it’s plagued; your health and spirit are contaminated from the past.

Miles away from the scene of the crime, no one knew the life you lead. But the lies lay dormant like the winter flowers covered by the recent snow. I find myself in a quandary deciding my next move. I turn to God, the only solution to engrave my soul against your satanic ways. To think I loved you and you didn’t care. A con job of a marriage; what a horrible fright!

Sad these stories bear false witnesses as the innocent pays the price. Meanwhile, the guilty laugh about it and heartless memories are thrown in the trash. Years of existence, down the drain. It’s too late. You walk away thanking God, for He never anoints a relationship who’s posterity is blemished.

It’s not just here but around the world that deceiving is a way of life. It seems we need a resume before we ever marry. A rap sheet too if you don’t mind….. I’d like to know where you’ve been – if it’s all the same to you.

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Whoever hates disguises himself with his lips and harbors deceit in his heart (Proverbs 26:24)

Bread gained by deceit is sweet to a man, but afterward his mouth will be full of gravel. (Proverbs 20:17)

There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers. (Proverbs 6: 16-19)

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Grace Estates

…if only I knew what I wish was possible as God calls from upon the hill


Sometimes life is truer than fiction. You finish reading an excerpt and while walking away, you wonder if it’s true. And then there are times when God puts things so squarely in your face you miss it! You absolutely can’t even see what He’s trying to do. The examples are too numerous.

As I drive every morning, the sun rises over the foot hills and my vision blurs. It’s a winding, little back road that not many use. It’s in disrepair with lots of curves. But there’s a place I pass every morning and afternoon and I dare not stop. A wrought iron gate is ajar; the invitation is so inviting but I’m not worthy to enter so I drive on with a mere glimpse. How I would love to live there!

Passing the gates, I break. I sense God’s calling but I, a mere pauper, could never fill the proprietor’s shoes. I might, though, be lucky enough to get the mail or take the garbage to the end of the hill but certainly not to own a mansion such as this.

Though I pass by and dream, reality is just a few miles away. But oh, how could I not dream of sharing my life with the one I love behind the gates called Grace Estates? Only God opens doors to let us peak at what’s in store. Though we gaze out into the wild yonder, held captive by reality, the presence of God is abundant.

Whisking through another week, so far I’ve heard God’s calling ten times. How I wish I could turn left and enter in the gates ajar! I dare to trust. My faith restrains my spirit; if only I knew what I wish was possible as God calls from upon the hill. I fear only my lack of faith while flying down the back roads, running late. I guess God’s going to have to wait; too many bills that I must pay. And I realize the metaphor – my windows are rolled up.

God, I pray your hands control my very existence – no time to stop and smell the roses. But someday I’ll stop and get out of my car. I’ll put my right hand on top of the open gate and walk up the hill of Grace Estates.

 

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For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11)

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:29)

The reward for humility and fear of the Lord is riches and honor and life. (Proverbs 22:4)

God’s Little Girl

She would remind you of the sun’s rays glistening through the foliage….

In the quiet, early morn, I lock the door, not knowing where or who I’ll meet… but I’m off! Down the hill, I feel the world, as the weight lies squarely upon my shoulders. I turn the corner, and find myself, majestically, protected by the awesome power of beautiful trees. Like a painting, they gather to cover the walk for many. Long before the light of day, I too, walk and pray that God hears my prayers.

Subdued in the dark, an image appears – tall and slender, autumn blonde and silky. It approaches me.  A breeze stirs that refreshes the air.  I take a deep breath; my heart ignites, and a joy resonates from deep within.

“Good morning mam”, I said with a smile.

I address her in her rejuvenated youth. Even to see her acknowledge me delights my spirit. Drawing near, her hand twirls her hair like the leaves on branches in the morning breeze. Walking toward her, I can see her glow. What a magnificent thing of beauty God has put on this Earth! She reminds me of the sun’s rays glistening through the foliage. Though it appears we are miles away, there she is, standing right in front of me.

I ask for her name to address this goddess properly. She nods her head still twisting her silky, spun strands.  I change the subject and talk about the weather. I am thinking, well have it your way. Her perfect smile and a complexion that photographers dream of; I stand and listen as she speaks. Articulate in her annunciation, I wonder if she is from another planet because no one speaks like this here. I reiterate, “please tell me your name”. Intrigued beyond belief, who am I, but, an old man she should have no time for.

In an apparent tone, so as not to awake the neighbors, she says, “Dawn” – just like that! No last name.  What’s the big secret?, I think to myself. Giving up on her; it is too pretty of a day. Nodding and continuing on, I think, I’m too old to compete with her youthfulness.  I want to take another look to see if she is real. Is my mind playing a trick?  Sure enough, the sun is breaking through the morning clouds left by night. She is gone….

Still in a fog, I ask God, “what is the meaning of this encounter? Who is this angel?” 

The trees sway, now parting the glaring shade.  God speaks,  “I sent you Dawn.”

Now puzzled by the remark, I question, “why such a pretty  princess?” 

He chuckled and said, “Dawn – my little girl, full of life, never grows old. She’s the one I want the world to wake to – Dawn, humble and full of hope – Dawn the delight of morn.”

Amazed and blown away, I just met an angel sent by the Lord above –  I guess. Maybe it is the first thing we look forward to, like a morning cup, to help us wake.  ‘Dawn’, who has come to share what God brings us, another day of  ‘life’!