Dancing On The Shoreline

….our spirits race to first place into the curve.


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There’s a hint of sunlight as the cumulus sky lingers from the night. There’s no noise, no life, just you and l walking on the shoreline. The sea foam still remains but there’s no terns running in and out of it. Frozen in time, it’s you and me. God is holding our hands just as He holds our hearts. As though we were sent back to the beginning of time, there’s no one for as far as the eye can see. Even the ocean just lies on the beach for miles and miles. It looks like you could walk on it. It’s as if God is inviting us to participate but our fears make us all the more human.

The sun majestically rises as though it’s on a honeymoon too, casting diamonds across the ripples of the waters. I let go of your hand and wrap my arm around your shoulder. I ask you, “Is this where God intended for us to be thirty years ago?” Little did we ever guess what our Father in heaven had planned for us. Taking a deep breath, you breathe in the smell of the ocean atmosphere. A chill resonates as it’s always the coolest right before dawn.

The earth now begins to come alive, just as in the beginning of time. First was the little critters dancing on the shoreline; the gulls and terns take turns chasing the sand crabs in the bubbles. Then, breaking through the diamond reflections, a pod of porpoise are hunting for breakfast too.

Survival of the fittest begins on this first day of marriage. God has truly blessed the world that lies in front of us. I couldn’t be happier! As blessings flow like the mountain springs never-ending, our hearts pour out in unison. We share the cherished memories of our younger years.

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The sun is now crawling out of bed and cat paws prance on the water where we fear to tread. A spectacular day on tap – a little breeze, some autumn air, a little salt and a lounge chair to boot.

Thank you, dear Lord. Thank you for finally blessing our lives. Though our youthfulness may have wilted some, our spirits race to first place into the curve. So blessed to share the secrets of life with the world before us, our dreams of success are resonating like the morning sun. God bless those who wake and pray and join the birds dancing on the shoreline! What a gift! Our life now complete, the thrill of another day to do God’s work lies ahead. What an awesome blessing!!

I love you!

Second Chances

I’ve stumbled through life only to find my gift at the end of my rainbow….


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I examine life and ask God, is heaven real? If it is, then is this hell on Earth? If so, then the Bible is the basic instructions before leaving earth. The pain that runs through my veins has crippled my youthfulness. The wrinkles of weariness exemplify my stature. The gray may look distinguished but it came with a price. And gravity, for lack of a better word, has altered my posture from years before. Rocking, I’m overwhelmed as tears of hurt and disappointment have led me astray. Dead end promises of success and dreams of a better way, constantly crumbled before me. Disabled at breach, I’ve stumbled through life only to find my gift at the end of my rainbow.

I look into your hollow eyes as I see the emptiness of years we missed together. Again, I wish for days of grandeur as the lost yesteryears now bring us to our future. Like a scene from a love story, our romance has tied a knot after our paths, once again, have crossed. God, the great director of directors, has won an academy award for seeing that two lonely hearts find one another, a thousand miles apart.

Trying to paint the final chapter, I look at a picture hook on an empty wall. Hope so vibrant and strength gleaming in vitality, it was only for a scrapbook….that which held the love together. Gone forever we thought life was over.

James 1: 2
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds

Now in the prime of time, as the years come to a close, you hug me and kiss my promise. God has answered both of our hopes for eternal love. They will open the gates of heaven on Earth. Like a home cooked meal, I’m starved for your affection…that which produces a spontaneous combustion of smiles and joy. Every morning is like waking on Christmas, just dying to see what Santa brought. Now the once empty eyes have blossomed like a bouquet that sits on a window sill in the dead of winter, this second time around. We, as one, have come to be. God anointed our path long before we found each other.

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Like a little kid, I send you love notes across your desk before I head off to work. And arriving home, on the garage door, I read from you and the parrots, “So glad you’re home, we missed you, love you .”

 

You see, youthfulness has no limit. The weary wrinkles mean we made it and the gray stands for – we lived through it! As we grow old together, we now have thirty years to make up. Asking God to anoint our time on Earth, may we be the first to reach the heavens holding hands forever.

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I love you, forever.

 

Romans 8:28
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”

The Last Dance

God watches the intentions that connects the spirits of the heart and instills hope….


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With best intentions, my integrity precedes and daily obligations manifest. Never would I ever believe the twists and curves I’ve been through. My life has now led me down a path of heaven’s way. From the gates of hell to the silver reflections as oceans wash ashore, God has certainly protected the innocence of my heart.

With riches from gifts that cannot be assessed, blessings pour from my writing hand to yours. Wanting to do my best for readers to share, my wealth now lies in God’s hands. In all the years of tribulations and trials, only a couple of bright spots exist in my mind – my son and daughter. My life appears as a child’s chapter story book. And I know many of you can relate.

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God watches the intentions that connects the spirits of the heart and instills hope. Though we wait in frustration, our souls hold on to faith. He allows our tough times to happen to test out our dreams before He gives us our gift. It is against all logic that He then places certain people in our lives to carry out His purpose. How can one not be in awe of His works??

 

As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
~ Isaiah 55:9

 

Personally, in my eleventh hour, hell appeared to be an avalanche of no escaping. Miraculously, God heard my dreams that rang out years before. Saving the best for last, as an old Philco of songs we knew every word to, she waltzed back in for the final dance. A Scandinavian blond, with babes in hand, brushed my conscience with her poise and presence. The embryo of unforgotten love was held on to as the years moved onward.

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As seasons gray and gravity plays games, 20/20 reminisces with bifocals. But the band still plays our favorite tunes. Now embraced, I’m dancing my last years with her! Cheek to cheek, looking into teary eyes, I see dreams of fulfillment.

 

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Pray for your dreams and hopes and see what happens. Share it with me – I would love to hear your story! For it is He that now controls my destiny and yours too. What an awesome God we all serve!

And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.
~ Matthew 21:22

 


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Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen.
~ Ephesians 3:20-21

Rejuvenated

Cleansing my memories, my spirit is born again.


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When two go walking arm and arm, nothing is impossible. We’re clinched with God at the helm. Like birds of a feather, united forever, nothing compares to this kind of love. I sit here with the dawn – she’s come to have coffee with me. It’s a crispness that only God shows on such a reverent morning.

Feeling so blessed, I know you and I have risen from the depths of hell. Trying to paint a vision where our grass will be eternally green; roses will line our walkways as we serenade one another, holding each other’s hand.

 

Inner peace comes from knowing that circumstances are temporary and that God is sovereign over all (Isaiah 46:9–11).

 

The morning breaks and you arrive wearing a smile. God has anointed your past night and now my angel stands before me. Life is perfect. Broken clouds, clear as a bell, cool and crisp, we enjoy a day off. Nothing aches and now, of course, your company makes my life all that more worthwhile.

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When the “God of all peace” comes to live inside a believing heart (1 Corinthians 6:19), He begins to produce His own characteristics in that life.

 

So our day is planned. First a prayer as God’s listening to see if we care. Holding hands, we are off to greet the day. But first church…. it’s Sunday you know.

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Trials aside, we smile at each other, giving God the glory that he has, somehow, brought us back together. Protecting us from the evils of life, we now, arm-in-arm, fight the battles of endurance. The clouds part and the sky’s the limit. God has blessed our morning together. Enjoying His word, we listen to a minister in New Zealand. I have somehow touched his spirit. Feeling blessed, I get the message – God anoints the giving. I concur….

At peace with myself, my boat sits quietly. Life has brought me calmer seas. The storms and floods that breached my heart recedes. It allows His sunlight to nurture my life again. Like a shiny magnolia leaf reflecting the light, I too want to live by example.

God, grant me the serenity. After all these years, horizons look brighter. Cleansing my memories, my spirit is born again. Life looks so much better, praise God!

 

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Peace comes from exercising faith in the character of God and His Word. We can have peace in the midst of challenges when we remember that “all things work together for the good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28).

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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