It’s Sunday Morning

I give all I have to God for He has granted where I am in life.

It's Sunday Morning


I listen to the coffee perking in the darkness. I open an eye and peek between the blinds, thinking how these covers feel mighty comforting. Consciously I pray, God thank you for this cold winter’s day so I may replenish my body that I have so badly destroyed. But today feels different…. it’s like angels arrived and worked all through the night to bring me the comfort that I feel, right now. Relinquishing, I give all I have to God for He has granted me an exquisite place in life.

My biography highlights, which I write about in my blogs and books, are proof that God exists in a world full of doubt. Miracles shared in fairytales do come true; but to actually be a character in one, though, is beyond my wildest imagination. Dreams, you see, do come true…just stay in prayer! I count my blessings, as I think it looks like snow outside. I thank Him most of all for you, my friends!

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Most never know what lies deep behind the subconscious. Thinking I need to be somewhere else this morning, my Lord, I know, is here with me. So, I light a candle in my house–my mental sanctuary. Oh, God, you are so awesome to wake me with wisdom, for there are times I drift off to sleep in doubt.

The clouds begin to thicken and I wonder if the weatherman is right or will the snow miss us. I am more than so thankful that God is not like a meteorologist. Bundled in my sweats and slippers, my comfort resonates from inside. I need another cup of coffee, but God and I are having a deep conversation. I’ll have to wait…. His presence takes precedence.

Isaiah 43:7
Bring all who claim me as their God, for I have made them for my glory. It was I who created them.

 

 

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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Trying To Make A Difference

…..just messages from heaven


Blessed

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 Way

……peace is granted, by only God


Safe within the domain of my soul, I hear the storms as they roll in. My heart is content, though Satan tries to rule; God has given me the resilience to protect my spirit. Sheltered from the hell of life, I sit quietly, thanking God for everything. The loves I have comfort me – memories that I gather like a bouquet of flowers. Though my life was riddled with abuse, I’ve had time to heal and give the hurt to God. I hear the thunder of a disgruntled sky; there’s no peace in the heavens. Angels won’t fly in stormy weather; we all must heartsguard ourselves from nature’s wrath.

Promising in the eleventh hour, God adheres to calm my stormy life. The strength of prayer, I share with Him, the one who holds us so dear. I think about my mother…. I wish you knew I except your apology. My father, who I dearly loved, was robbed of life early, to sit above. Though it’s an early rainy day, I mourn for the times of my early childhood.

Thanking God for what I have, I count my blessings one by one. God never promised my life would be easy. Saddled in worries, this too shall pass. Like thunder and lightning that reigns in hell, I will stand against the evil forces!

Blessed with a love that’s unexplainable, God knows my heart and He listens to my prayers. I look at your youth, as I reflect on the years past, and wonder, why now does He orchestrate our souls to join? There in the morning storms that brew into the night, peace is granted – by only God. Never questioning his plans, and knowing it was meant to be, we walk together hand-in-hand. Sharing the hell, like lightning in a family tree, we both must grow where God leads us.

Praying to God that angels arrive; like asking permission from a mother, we navigate in our spirits and pray the same. Though the rains may linger outside and nourish the flowers, I hold you tight under God’s umbrella. We will succeed and be protected!

When I see your smile, it reminds me of the sun as it peeks out from beyond the storm clouds. Your touch has reached my spirit that, I only, share with God. You’re there. I just thank my Jesus, for sending this love.