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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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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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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God Is Not A Slot Machine

….what do gamblers see as they give their tithes to the one armed bandit?

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In the backrooms of musty smells, you can hear the bells that anticipate the winnings. I wonder…. what do gamblers see as they give their tithes to the one armed bandit? I shudder to think as faith is not luck. God won’t appear on a “Lucky Duck” machine!

Tinsel town is just for those who bet on faith. A roll of the dice and they close their eyes and pray. It’s a great place to play but if they would just take that practice and go to church.

In the holy sanctuaries is where I place my bets. God has never let me down. Giving has another meaning when your commitment goes into the offering plate. Oddly, the service plate is removed before dessert. I dread the thought of having dessert delivered from a one arm bandit!

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Having a deep admiration for God’s Word, you do not have to know how to read. Just listen to the lesson being delivered. Hear the bells ringing from the steeple where God is love. Fellowship gathers and it doesn’t cost a thing. You won’t leave broke as your spiritual wallet is filled with riches from the pulpit.

I pray for those who’ve lost their hard-earned wages. I’m a pauper of sorts. Like skipping a rock across the pond, I have little desire to pitch my earnings.

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Today I wake thanking God for the morning light. Dawn, I bet, waits to enjoy a cup of coffee with me. My winnings?? They are the result of spiritual happiness. To sit in peace and give thanks to the Holy Spirit…. that is priceless, don’t you agree?

 

Life’s a gamble….a roll of the dice. What will your investment return? Happiness and joy or a pocket full of maybe’s?

As always, I place my bets on God above. I may not roll a Lucky Duck yet I can smile at the sad faces of reality. My life’s consumed in Holy prayer; not in risks that lend themselves to happenstance – just deep respect that God exists.

Faith! What a great bargaining chip!

Yup, I was right!  Here’s Dawn……..

 

Who is Dawn?  Read my blog to find the answer….God’s Little Girl

 


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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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A Lit-Less Day

The Bible speaks of Christ rising in the dark of day.

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I stood with the masses and never gave a thought how our world had come to a screeching halt. The highways and byways, cars were parked everywhere. The city streets reminded me of a Walmart parking lot. The sky darkened in the bright of day. People looked toward the heavens as though Christ might come again. The Bible speaks of Christ rising in the dark of day.  Personally, I would rather believe Christ left the earth in jubilation taking the sins of mankind with Him.

I, too, watched in awe. Is it time for all those who believe to rise and shine? The earth paused. Nature’s anointed knew, also, this was something supernatural. An eerie quiet fell over the world and God, with His mighty power, covered our country in darkness. Ashamed, disgruntled, and disappointed, our Father in heaven cast shadows where sin has traveled. Civil unrest has undermined His will. Determined to cast His word, He covered the sun in attempt to prove His power.

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On a lit-less day, God took over our routines. We stood in awe and watched; some of God, prayed. Most think the path of darkness it followed was just a coincidence. But I was aware of His ultimate power showing the strength where Satan ruled. From non-believers to those of all faiths, God in heaven proved He knew what to cover on Earth. Praying people would take notice as Satan tried to rule the skies, our Father in heaven left little doubt when the darkness fell.

Astronomers searched the stars in the heavens. But only God will let the world know that the heavens are not for the naked eye; but merely for the souls that truly believe. In the streets, faith was tested. Holding hands, the Christians prayed.

I stood in a doorway, like an eye of a needle….watching for a camel to come.**

 
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** It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. (Mark 10:25)

 

Christ rising in the dark of day:  For the stars of heaven and their constellations Will not flash forth their light; The sun will be dark when it rises And the moon will not shed its light. (Isaiah 13:10)

 


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And when I extinguish you, I will cover the heavens and darken their stars; I will cover the sun with a cloud And the moon will not give its light. (Ezekiel 32:7)

The sun and moon grow dark And the stars lose their brightness. (Joel 3:15)

 


Editor’s Comments:

On many occasions, God commanded His people to watch. He gave signs for a reason. If He didn’t want us to pay attention, He wouldn’t have given signs.  It is unusual that today’s social upheavals are an indication of a trying time – a time when there is a natural predisposition for sin, and for strict judgment of that sin.

Looking at the map below, you will see the exact route that the August 21, 2017 eclipse traveled.

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There has been much social unrest in this country for a very long time.  With that being said, observe on the map below the critical areas of major rioting and upheavals in the last 50 years.

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Areas of major events in the last 50 years

God definitely made points with signs in the sky throughout the Bible. But is He still doing the same thing today?  You decide!

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)