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

 


Related Verse:

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

A Theft In The Night

Cursed, a city can’t get out of the way as nature steers a direct hit….


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As the gale’s howled and thunder rumbled, torrential rains inundated where fears were so fragile. You laid in bed worrying, wondering, and praying as God was the only one who would hear. Awake, the tears streamed. Feeling helpless, you wondered what the morning would bring. Looking at the clock – no electricity! The world had stopped and Satan reigned. A peaceful night’s sleep had turned into a hell you couldn’t imagine. The night was darker as the pressure closed in…

 

Preparing for another enjoyable day of work and a sunset cruise on the lake later tonight, I was unaware that a few hundred miles away Satan had unleashed his fury. Cursed, a city can’t get out of the way as nature steers a direct hit. Sympathetic, I listened to the news as a tear comes but there’s nothing I can do.

The phone rang. I answered, “Hey Sam….”

He responded, “Pack your bags! We are heading out in an hour.” My first thought, oh God protect us!

 

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By sundown we were the first to arrive on the scene. Now a deserted city, only the traffic lights work. We found a hotel on the outskirts of town where the first floor is flooded. The second floor is bearable; it has water but no electricity. Too dangerous to venture out in the dark, we are bedding down early not knowing what tomorrow will bring.

 

Day 1:
At daybreak, we knew it was the DMZ all over again. Firstly, and before breakfast, I walk into a hotel. The skylight on the twelfth floor is destroyed; windows in the lobby – gone! Walking on broken glass, there is nothing left worth saving. Staring at the walls, the wallpaper is peeled off by the gales and glass. Walking down the halls, all the offices show how high the waters were recently. Four feet up all the sheetrock and insulation is to be removed by our crews….

 

Day 2:
House calls, normally illegal…. this is life and death now. Breaking and entering, we look to see if anyone stayed behind. The stench unbearable, perishables ruined, all the memories of livelihood gone in a wrath. Antiques destroyed, soggy scrapbooks scattered on the floor and bookcases are turned over. Just nothing salvageable! Even the toilets are reversed – disgusting. Now, to the next house. It’s pretty depressing after eight hours.

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Day 3:
Drained, my disposition is uncomfortable. Not assured of anything, I just want to go home. Knowing it’s not just a race but a race against time, obligations prevail. Innocent victims, who never invited Satan’s hell, needs me…I’m off! Kicking in front doors, wading in water, pushing floating furniture out of my way, we feel for bodies submerged beneath our boots. Alone, we pray to God everyone is okay.

 

Day 4:
The tide is turning; some electricity, finally! It’s spotty though. Dryer roads, blue sky, and there is a God, I think to myself. Helping strained folks that can only afford a smile, “just sufficient” is enough to make our day worthwhile. People begging for water, I emptied my cooler in the first hour.

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God knows, it takes a catastrophe to bring people together. Though it’s the most deplorable of conditions, it does bring out the colors of some. Humanity and integrity equals dignity for your fellow man, no matter your race.
After arriving home where normal was real, I prayed for those who will never find their normal they lost again. I hugged my family and reminded them to never take life for granted. Be humble of what God has blessed you with every day…..

 

God bless all victims of Hurricanes Irma, Harvey, and Maria!

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Author’s Notes:

 

I was there….2008, after Hurricane Ike. It’s an image that instills forever.

A memory of helplessness…. a war against the elements.

A loss just immeasurable…..

 

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)

A Mother’s Hell

When you find yourself in a dark hour of trial, lean into God. That is where you will find strength, hope, and courage.


Long before her minstrel or thoughts of cotillion…. do we ever know the magnitude of the tribulations and trials our parents went through as children? Cell phones and computers were words of nonexistence. But almost a hundred years ago, a mother, scorned as a child, lived with a scar that not even God could change.

In the West Virginia hills, a family of five barely thrived as the coal mines were the heartbeat of the nation. Raising children was an experience that, well, anyone who can read could never imagine. Muddy roads, outhouses and central air from a pot belly were the only conveniences of life. It was here, in a Berkeley community, that a disaster of enormous proportion occurred. A Mother's Hell 2

At the tender age of four, this mother’s tiny brother slips under the water in a bathtub as she reached for a towel. Scorned for life-changing circumstances, the mourning family was cursed. The Mom and Dad divorced and on a rainy, cold Monday morning, they packed up the Packard and moved away to Baltimore.

As God tried to comfort, the scars still remained and life went on. A broken family finds little peace. Faith is blocked and the Holy Spirit is not received anymore. The mother remarried and the dad heads to Greensboro. Now torn, two sisters parade into the Presbyterian….numb and bearing the shame every Sunday.

That little sister now lies beside her brother and joined in heaven where only God can heal the sorrow. In forever eternal love, God has wrapped His arms around them both.

As He lovingly looked down on His little children, He smiled and said — “All is forgiven”.

 

Please enjoy this video from Pastor Greg Laurie and Steven Chapman on pain and grief.  Know you are never alone……..

 

 


Related Verses:

But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 19:14)

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

For they cannot die anymore, because they are equal to angels and are sons of God, being sons of the resurrection. (Luke 20:36)

Wrath of God 101

God brings out the best in believers as he swirls His wrath about the sinners. God Bless the Florida Keys –


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It’s another beautiful Sunday morning, praising God for His gifts we share. Sipping on my coffee, it’s a day to praise His word. Like a million other viewers, I turn on the news to watch the storm as it slams south Florida. Memories now are all but washed away. I once resided in the Florida Keys, a quiet little strip of islands as tranquil as the Caribbean could ever be. The Reggae sounds would illuminate the evening air at the end of U S 1. But that was then and this is now.

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The Bible is full of predictions. Luke 21:25 quotes the eclipse in August and now the fury of Irma. You wonder if this is just a coincidence; never doubt the leather bound. Determined to make a difference, God brings out the best in believers as he swirls His wrath about the sinners. And to those who question, I watch, as only God can move the oceans. Some, though, take for granted the power God controls. Protected from the elements, God is first in my every thought. My heart goes out to ones who know not.

Read your BIBLE!!! ( Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth).

So the sun breaks through on Mallory Square in Key West. Twisted palms, damaged yachts, and tattered Victorian homes are scattered about the little island. Ship wrecks emerge, thought to be lost forever. They’re like memories of love lost long ago and then resurrected…. I should know. My son, an original “Conch”, can only show loyalty to the island life. Vacationers fill their scrapbooks with happy memories. It’s the churches and the faith that’s protects the lifestyle of residents.

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Knowing the joy of being a resident, my roots too anchor my heart for this is where I met my soulmate. Memories are treasured and thoughts won’t wash away by the hurricane. Now in my comforts, I pray for the memories to be restored to all as soon as possible.

As God’s wrath continues, He cleanses the impurities. The wealthy are humbled; the meek resonates as heroes, saving the disbelievers who doubt that God truly exists. The weary and ragged stand hand-and-hand singing Hallelujah! God has spared the conscious.

So does tomorrow ever come?? South Florida can only hope. Like Houston’s Harvey, you come to appreciate what you really have.

Respectfully, God controls….

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Related Verse:

I will execute great vengeance on them with wrathful rebukes. Then they will know that I am the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon them. (Ezekiel 25:17)

 

God does judge the nations, and He can use any means to do so. For example, when God rained down fire and brimstone on Sodom and Gomorrah, it was a judgment of God. Of course, it’s a fallen world, and time and chance happen to us all (Eccl 9:11), and bad things happen because the root cause of all pain, suffering, sorrow, and death is sin, and until sin is no more, there will still be sorrow, suffering, pain, and death, but that too is coming to an end someday (Rev 21:3; 22:4)! We all fall short of God’s glory.

 

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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!

Be Counted

Life is just so precious!


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Life is a precious commodity when a world can somehow find harmony. I look at love maybe differently. It’s in the many shadows that stretch across our lawns as the fragrance of beds could be bottled. It’s the cat snuggling with the family bird and even the wild deer eating from the dog’s bowl as he lays there submissive.

I watch the flock of birds that hatched in spring. They never wanted to leave their domain. They perch on the fence behind the house; their bellies full, waiting and watching for the neighbor’s cat.

Closing my eyes, I smell the flowers that brighten my morning and I realize how precious life really is.

Sitting in the setting sun though, my heart goes out to all those experiencing this hell of a storm. The trees destroyed and colorful flower beds by the newly mowed lawn have washed away. The fury is bearing down. I wish I could do more but prayer is all anyone can do at this point.

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As landmarks tumble, the fright of life hangs in the balance. Signs used to help navigate through old towns will never be as they once were. So sad to see Satan still tries to rule the world. There’s no love shown in 130 mile per hour winds.

Here, the gentle winds remain as sailboats luff out upon the lake. A romantic night that God has blessed and lovers kiss under the moonlight. It’s so quiet, so peaceful. It’s hard to believe that a few hundred miles away, the eve of destruction exists in the night. Life is just so precious!

Night comes….it’s a new moon shining on a disastrous situation. Those that can, count their blessings and try to find what’s left of a congregation. They hold hands, praying and give thanks for what is left. Life again, so precious.

But it’s not just Texas – we all should wake and give thanks. A new day, another chance, born again, and dawn awaits. My heart goes out not just to Texas but all that have lost their signs.be counted 5

As life turns, we come to appreciate how things once were. I think back to going my grandmother’s home after church for dinner. Boy, I hated that! But I never understood until now; or the Christmas mornings my brother and I sat and waited for our parents to wake. The things we think that never made sense then, seems to portray when wisdom tells the story.

It’s a new day. The sun is shining on my world so it’s time to give thanks giving God the glory. Praising his name, faith keeps us all in check. So I listen to the choir once again, a carnival of lyrics; a melody we remember, a battle hymn, a call to duty. We are all God’s children, like it or not.

Be counted as life is so precious….. and over before you know it!

 


Let us continue to pray for the Hurricane Harvey victims –

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