Stop And Smell The Season

For God promises us the beauty of this world forever…..


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As autumn foliage starts, we wake and share coffee together. With the colors at peak, you and I need to just go see the mountaintops and valleys. For those who question faith, let there be no doubt – only God could bring these majestic colors for us to enjoy!

Holding hands, we find a rock and sit overlooking the bluff. The landscape you couldn’t paint. For miles we stare off into the brilliant shades of color.

Giving glory and thanks to Him for these precious moments, it’s like stopping to smell the roses, only better. Your hair sways as an uplift comes; your fragrance enhances the view even more. And not a word needs to be spoken as we pay homage to our Father in heaven. He delights us with His awesome power.

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We sit until the rock turns cold and the sun turns it’s shades of red. Sealed with a kiss and “I love you,” we praise the Lord for letting us have this time together. It’s here in the peace that harmony finds us. Looking up, a star beacons and then God takes a brush to sweep a few clouds above us. Wow! What a moment to enjoy!

Tomorrow will be another rainy Monday filled with friction and frustration. So we savor the time that Gods allows us to be one with Him and to bless this world we call home….. Driving down from the mountaintop, deer guard the pathway of life. A buck stands alone beside the road, protecting the rest of the herd from harm. We stop….allowing Mother Nature to share the covered pathway with us. For God promises us the beauty of this world forever…..

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For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease. (Job 14:7)


Inspirational Verse:

For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress; instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle; and it shall make a name for the Lord, an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.

(Isaiah 55:12-13)

Doors

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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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)

 


 

These Metallic Memories

….only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits.


 


If I could go back into the chapters of my mind and resurrect memories, I wish I hadn’t had my soured childhood. Teenage pressures conquered my soul as I was bullied in school as the “the fat kid”. Constantly in one turmoil or another, I watched my father wilt away. I was the young age of fourteen. My dad and mentor is now in heaven but I still look to the skies today to talk to him. I guess, though, there were some fonder times. Let think if I can remember one.

My parents sent me to Rising Sun summer camp every year. It reminded me of the song, in more ways than one. I always looked forward to it.

I moved out at twenty-one under defiant protest. I didn’t need to hear the sermons filtering down. I was so disgusted with everyone that I packed my bags and moved to Florida.

Reaganomics crippled the economy with 14% interest; life had stymied. The challenges we met were battled on the front lines whether it be Vietnam or our own city streets. God, I’m sure, watched from above. But nonetheless, drudgery became a way of life. Until…..

A knock at the door and a metallic memory you’ll never forget – the innocence of an Angel. Poised, her persona was nothing short of Heavenly. With no way to stay in touch, God was the only. Priors soured, single now, neither knew the other’s crossings. But those joyous moments became a distant dream as reality set back in, like an evening thunderstorm, scattering debris. The trials and tribulations remind me of metals on a lapel from wars fought on a personal front. We struggled to survive. Our pure little hearts never realized the heartaches we individually endured. But God saw what no one else could believe, “a spark”, thirty years ago that united two souls in infamy.

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Youthful in spirit, with collected memories from obituary relationships, only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits. He reconnected these metallic memories of life.

 

Working feverishly to build an empire, may God too, bless our days and nights. It’s another battle to share from God above. My eyes closed, I listen to your blessed spirits, your fingers going a hundred miles an hour.

We move to a new plateau, holding hands, while making more “Metallic Memories.”

 

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

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

Trying To Make A Difference

…..just messages from heaven


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It’s another hot day and the grains are waving in the summer winds; the valleys are covered in shades of amber. I feel the winds facing my spirit. My soul feels like it’s in a pressure cooker. I am on the brink… my heart pales as I look out over the fields as I am so minute. But God has opened a gateway; I stare out over the valley of believers.  I’m no different than my peers; in fact, I’m not even worthy of the gifts from God. YOU, my friends, are better!  But I stand in the wake waiting for our heavenly Father who doesn’t pick and choose. He wants us all but only a few follows his commands.

I’ll never forget the night my Father woke me and told me to write. I still laugh to myself as I thought He was kidding. I said to God, I’ve never written a thing in my life and you think I can do that?? And at the age of sixty?? You can imagine the rest of that story. I went to the kitchen and picked up a pen. The first piece I ever wrote was “Jesus In the Back Seat”. I’ve never published that sacred piece. Instead I have it stored in my memory as it was what God said to write first. I got the message….

My point being, while sitting in the dark to begin a journey with not even a road map, I had no idea where I was headed but God knew! I ask, “Will you let Him be your engine?” Can one human really make a difference in 2017?  I’m not worthy but I am called.

I wonder, what defines worthy? We are all sinners of one sort or another. Doing God’s work comes in many different forms, it’s not just those of cloth that are called upon. I’ve lived long enough to hear those who swear to God and get crucified behind the curtains.

I just stay in prayer knowing if I do as God desires, I’ll be blessed by His own presence. My writings aren’t mine… they are messages from heaven. I have no outline or study guide to hide in, nor a computer to correct my poor grammar errors. But being left handed, I just peck away with my right thumb on my cellphone. God forbid I get arthritis! I’m just me; my mother’s boy, loving life and listening to the Lord. ……


 

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