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

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)

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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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)

When The Shades Fade

…..dreams create the reality we live in


In the misty rain of an early dawn, you get a call at work. A soft gentle voice on the other end of the phone frantically sounds, “My water broke!” You jump in your car, speeding home to get her to the hospital. It’s not long and a baby cries. Life’s cycle begins again.

You stand in front of the nursery window and wonder, what will this child become? Will he be in technology? Or enter in the electoral college, or join the Forces? Get a degree in the name of your father and carry on like his grandfathers did? A tear evolves as the joy of God has created the offspring you dreamed of.

Before you know it the training wheels are gone and your little man has found his first taste of freedom. So proud of your child, he reminds you of you, and God has blessed the memories left behind. He smiles and waves goodbye; again, the tears you try to hide. Little does he know your days are numbered, shaded and faded by illnesses that only God controls. Then a young man’s dreams are shattered standing at a cemetery holding momma’s hand.

It’s not just children, though, that face blunt force. I think about the entrepreneurs that have tried and failed. And the geniuses that quit school. My heart goes out to kids who only hear, “You CAN’T”. I pray for the dreamers who’s shades are faded when God opens doors; they are afraid to take a chance. Giving up is never an option as dreams create the reality we live in! The fascination comes as the shadows fade; prayers are all that’s left. When God steps in and blossoms your creations, your dreams will graciously unfold.

Tried and tested, we all aren’t that lucky… but heaven knows we are all gifted in one category or another. You might be a street sweeper, a worker in a mine, or deliver the paper to a local community. Do the best you can! Take pride in yourself as dreams evolve with God’s help. Miracles happen as easy in church as the back alley of a big city. It’s prayers, not a steeple, that God hears.

Be blessed, I say unto you, for He has surely anointed you. If that strength has not yet come, be advised to run, as your dreams will carry you….or they will surely fade away.

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Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. (Hebrews 11:1)

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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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’!