Messages From Above

God is calling….not just me but all those who sit quietly and wait on Him…


 

A Message from God 1

Resting in the shade on a beautiful cool, crisp afternoon, I’m in between responsibilities. My love for life grows like the spring flowers on my porch. Nothing compares to gifts from God! The hummingbirds have flown south due to the encroaching season. This is a most beautiful time of the year. God above all, turns His harvest to many shades of amber and gold. Every tree is a different shade; I sit in amazement of all his splendid wonders. What an awesome Father we serve!

God protect and save the child that tries to live by your Holy Words from heaven.

I hear the bells that praise Your name and Christ, on High, delivers us from evil. A peace comes to calm the quiet and remaining still, I drift off like a fawn wandering in a meadow. Though my body may be old and tired, my soul rejuvenates by Your spirit. So I try to put into words that which is expressed from the mountaintops. God is calling….not just me but all those who sit quietly and wait on Him. It’s a wonderful feeling to have His spirit penetrate my tomorrows!

 

Isaiah 40:31

But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.

 

Casting the seed to the winds as though the sparrows will nurture, God shall bring them wisdom for they know not which way to fly. He is our only direction. Keeping us near His bosom, we desire those dreams of our heart.

I pray for every person that my writings touch you in some way. May they help pave your pathway to our Father. For it is He which saves the weary, cleanses the heart and strengthens the spirit on a cool, crisp afternoon such as this.

A Message from God 2

It’s a miraculous feeling to be a mere servant….to hand carry this message from God. We all need to hear it – it’s the first and every lasting word from above.

A Place Of Peace, Thank God

Ecclesiastes 5:19 – “It is a good thing to receive wealth from God and the good health to enjoy it. To enjoy your work and accept your lot in life—this is indeed a gift from God”.


 

A Place of Peace, Thank God 4

A Place of Peace, Thank God

A Place of Peace, Thank God 3

Rejuvenated

Cleansing my memories, my spirit is born again.


Rejuvenated 4

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.

Rejuvernated

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.

Rejuvenated 3

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!

 

Rejuvenated 2


Related Verse:

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).

Promised Prayers

…find a sanctuary where peace and love are ordained from above.

Message from Heaven


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)

“Air Looms”

There’s no love in the hearts of many trying to destroy our great nation


 

The nightly news has become a broken record; some group wants to decapitate a statue. Across the seas, there is always another coup that doesn’t agree with our way of life. Disgusted with the worldly ways, I say, good-night…don’t forget to pray! Pray for forgiveness for those that thought, but know not, that wisdom and knowledge are only attributed to experience. I ask God to watch over the loved that means so much.

Greeted by a morning fog, Dawn (God’s Little Girl), is crying out over our sovereignty. I look to heaven for a clear sign.

It’s blanketed by the “air that looms”….

A still so eerie that nature, itself, has ran for cover. I sit in the mist listening to God and wonder why my birds aren’t eating. Un-United, our states are in turmoil. Our heavenly father has turned a blind eye. You can’t bless the lack of respect; the sorrow mourns a morning.

The “air looms” with mixed emotions….

My heartfelt thoughts are not being heard. God, poised, we pray for your resolution.

The calm is like none other; my Morning Doves are gone. The atmosphere is saturated with hate. There’s no love in the hearts of many trying to destroy our great nation.

The “air looms”…. like a solar eclipse about to happen.

All I feel is the emptiness from the hell the media stirs. Life is better when we are excluded. Starving for attention, these groups are fed by the fame they receive.

And the “air still looms”….

Like freshly perked coffee, you can almost smell the prediction of people. And yet, if you leave the coffee urn on, you know what will happen. It’s time to rise, and “make your bed” (a General once said). Be called to the glory, as those before us, who gave their all in the name of God. Life is too precious!

The ”air looms”….. it’s relentless.

Those that kiss their loved ones goodbye, parade in front of a camera. They proudly display their inhumanity for one another.

What have we learned??

Our history is being destroyed at the hands of “the children”! Where is our might to fight the ruthless? God only knows. The blood sheds for many, the past and the present. Is there no hope when morning comes?

And the “air looms”….

The torches of a fiery hell lingers long into the night. Not a soul was armored in the name of Christ; not a Bible was destroyed in the melee.

And still the “air looms” as Dawn awakens….

 


Editor’s Notes:

Who is Dawn (God’s Little Girl”??  Read my earlier blog, God’s Little Girl

Dawn


 

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A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. (John 13:34)

If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. (1 John 4:20)

Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. (Romans 12:10)

For inquire, please, of bygone ages, and consider what the fathers have searched out. For we are but of yesterday and know nothing, for our days on earth are a shadow. Will they not teach you and tell you and utter words out of their understanding? (Job 8: 8-10)

Pipe Dreams

“Thank you” God for this day to share my life with those close to me.


The evening comes with a chance of storms; God prepares nature’s calling. Refreshed by the calm, a hint of rain persists as the atmosphere fills with humidity. The sky is still radiant yellow as the sun sets behind the thunder.  A silver lining reminds me that despite what your facing, God is there to defend you.

I sit and reminisce about the day;  the highs and lows of sweating in the dirt; I wonder why I do it.  I guess I just love the work.  A glass of tea, and a little breeze, is all anyone needs to believe in the magnificent beauty of God. 

Reclining in the shadows drawn across the lawn, His Majesty brings me peace, a comfort, that only comes as you pray.  My eyes closed, arms relaxed across my chest, I remain poised as God intervenes.  My soul’s rejuvenated from yet another hectic day.

Thank you, God for this day to share my life with those close to me. I’m so honored. I hear the faint sounds of a rumble now. The scent is more predominant.  I love the initial sprinkles, as they are so random, and they bounce atop my metal roof . 

Now as the sprinkles become more severe, I’m moving inside as rain accompanies the Rain cloudsthunder. It’s time to retire as my mind is weary.  The day is gone and I’m thankful my prayers elude to what the morning brings. My potential prayers remain a dream and heaven holds the secrets.

Tomorrow, in the brisk twilight, I’ll share my coffee, a cup for one, with God; and I’ll share my thoughts with Him and I start over.  I pray for friends, and of course my safety. But most of all —–  I’ll pray for you! 

Dog Days

…We look so bad as free speech has no control and the respect we learned is out the window.


From my back porch, the breeze filters around from the East. Storm clouds brew from out of the West.  I hear the thunder where lightning has been and the rain falls from the heavens above.  I watch the sun as it, majestically shines, knowing it won’t be long before the storm rolls in.  It’s not the weather I’ve come to love but the peace I feel from within my heart as I sit and enjoy my very first cup of coffee.  I thank God for another night of quiet; I wish the world could, for just one night, lie down in peace and let love govern.

Reminiscing the fifties, when we had more time, growing up was centered around the word ‘respect’. The world was a much happier place.  We didn’t know what was going on and the only internet was a Civic Association.  Things were simpler.  You could see the street when you opened your hood; chores came first before Mom made us go outside to play.  We stole the jokers from our parent’s bridge decks and clothespins off the line to make our bikes sound like motorcycles – until we got caught! Homework came first, you know, before TV.  We had to think and memorize without a laptop.

We learned to think and fend for ourselves as the war broke out.  The focus changed and cannons sounded like thunder as we never knew if there would be a tomorrow.  Our lives in turmoil, we ran away from home.

Those days do not matter anymore.  We look so bad as free speech has no control and the respect we learned is out the window.  We now fend for our own safety as there are some who would like to destroy the very origin of which we were taught.

Now, I sit on my little back porch, guarded by my flowers, and the scent of manicured lawns permeates the air.  The rain is about to take over.  The sun has now risen high above the thunder that reminds us all of tough times past.  I’m just so thankful to say, we made it, as we hold hands and pray for tomorrow.  Life is an awesome commodity as family scrapbooks share those wonderful moments in time, and, yearbooks from a high school that once existed too.

So, I hold on to life, as my friends and memories cross my thoughts.  I pray that some day our kids will feel the life we brought to them and I wonder if they, too, will remember…these dog days.