Where the Milestone Starts

My thoughts run wild as an acquaintance tells stories, squandering the paths led to by God, of brothers in Christ. I’ve sat amongst those groups of finger pointing who is always asking, what gives you the right. Speaking for myself, I gather much wisdom from the stories of these men who have crosses to bear. The paintings etched in their fragmented soul of the past’s pain, still relay its toll. Respectfully, I pray God, our great Father, will heal the life which destroyed your soul.

Now Hiring!

There comes a time in life when we seek to find an inkling of a message, perhaps a tiny bit of hopeful inspiration. Some search the stars, some search scripture. There are a few answers, though, so blatant you have to laugh. I look no further than my lovely bride. She searched for thirty-two years to find me again. Pardon the pun, but God only knows why. But my point is some search forever to find what they want in life. In reviewing my past and its missing parts, there are things I wish happened differently, but God had His reasons. He wants us to experience the storms. They strengthen us and draw us closer to Him. Every now and again, messages become billboards, so self-explanatory of His signs. Like this ……

“The Golden Rule”

In matters of the world today, the Golden Rule is better pronounced, those with the gold make the rules. It’s sad, but true, and not very Christian-like nor Godly. How did this uniting principle, which Jesus taught on the Sermon of the Mount, evolve from “do to unto others what you would have them do to you” to the least respected and most changed scripture in our sovereign nation?

Unrehearsed

As day breaks, I meander my way through the carved paths few traveled along the mountainsides. Thousand of years ago, God arrived and planted trees to hold the hillside, and His flowers bloomed adding to the beauty of nature. A river bends through the swaying trees where barren life once existed on earth. Valleys burned from heaven’s thunder as God cleared the land to rebuild the forest. Life is so unrehearsed.

United We Should Stand

I’m looking forward to attending a fifty-year high school class reunion soon. Together we will gather, once again, from different walks of life. We began as one student body at a tender age and played hard, but eventually, we spread our wings and flew away to a new life. But beyond the aforementioned, my thoughts look forward to the gathering of this event for united we should stand. Thank God for these memorable moments! Our heritage draws us together, forming deep inside, love and pride we can rest on our shoulders.

My thoughts now divert… what if our political force reigned with the same enthusiasm? Imagine the vitality of men and women working together instead of belligerence.

Ye of Little Faith

A little boy sat in the corner with his nose against the wall. He never realized how disruptive he was to other students. The class frowned at him, but he still didn’t understand his misbehavior during the lesson. A bell loudly rang, and kids jumped up from their desks to run to the cafeteria. Yet, a little boy deprived of lunch sat in his confusion of tears.

So Misunderstood!

Written by Anne L. Bicks, Editor

It’s a breakdown in communication; a text completely misinterpreted, perhaps to ease a conscience and conform with desires. How many of us spew a bible verse to defend our actions yet we’re not able to tell the rest of the context of His message? Yes, the Bible is so misunderstood by many Christians because it is changed to fit our beliefs instead of allowing it to change us. If we pick and choose single phrases and misinterpret them according to our needs, we reduce the meaning of God’s living word. Maybe it’s time for an “oops” moment – a time for self-reflection. Let’s drop our guard now and examine some of those verses….

HOPE

A speck of the blue sky reminds us of hope. Sometimes, life looks bleak and gray. We may struggle to walk to the mailbox or to replenish the empty kitchen cupboards, but one thing is for sure – God knows your pain and struggles. It is my philosophy that deep within everyone, God purposefully created a void in our soul. We may not realize it but by design, biologically, this micro-creation is an endless hole meant to be filled with hope. It drives our faith, nurtures love, and develops compassion.

Invisible Paint

“Hello? God? Hello, are You here? Can You hear me? May I have a moment of your time, please”?

Dead silence. I’ll wait a minute – He’s busy as you can well imagine. “Hello??”

A soft deep voice speaks, “Yes? I’m always here!” He continues, “I painted the foliage green, the sky iridescent, the water translucent, and the meadows a brilliant array in the sunshine.”

I stopped in my tracks to understand His words. I stood in awe, never expecting that reply.

 

God’s Word Is Not Wishy-Washy

You’re poised for the storm your about to receive, but out of your realm, God heard your needs. He looks down with a firm hand and sternly alters your sense of instincts. As my thoughts of God are squarely placed in me today, I, too, feel the strength of our Almighty’s hand. Clouds thicken, and the silence is deafening. You count the seconds between the lightning bolt and our Father’s stern vocabulary.

The World Is A Stage

We prayed for grace as all eyes focused on Thailand. Acting on faith alone, the Thai Navy Seal divers couldn’t verbally communicate with other aids; but they still came to the rescue, joining hands to save twelve of God’s precious children. I bet their coach couldn’t imagine where Satan lived, for undoubtedly this was Satan’s time of evil and sadness. Every eye wept tears of praise for the brave few who conquered the depths of this forbidden cave. The remoteness of our televisions didn’t show the justice of endurance the lifeguards displayed to rescue the young soccer team. The world is a stage while God protected the perseverance of not just the divers, but the world who never gave up hope.

Thank God for Green Lights

It’s 4:10 AM, and the streetlight quickly turns green at a big intersection. Great – no waiting! I cross a six-lanes where traffic will soon take over. It’s clear sailing! I approach the next juncture, and again, the light immediately turns green as I approach it. God is with me, controlling things I cannot see down this long, dark road. Every light turns green as I’m heading out of town. They quietly whisper, ‘Safe travels! See you when you return.’ I thank God, for the green lights in life.

Karma??

Does using the word ‘karma’ help even the score between yourself and someone else? I know I am guilty of saying it, so I learned more about this eastern religious term. Yes, that’s correct! Karma is a Hindu, Buddha, and other non-Christian belief word. Its term does not exist in the Bible.

Rising Star

Some say there’s no God, but stand beside me on this glorious night and tell me there isn’t a God in heaven above. Searching the sherbet ambiance where the waters meet the sky, we anxiously await and  pray on the first star at night, however minute. In humbled reverence, we ask God to help us as we try to make a difference in the world. We set out on a journey, like a star shimmering in the heavens, knowing only God can lead us to perfection. Doing our best is all He asks, so we travel onward in His strength and righteousness.

Half-Mast

In honor of my hometown of Annapolis, Maryland


The effervescence of ships lies waiting as dawn’s early light tells the story. The masts are still sleeping, and flags unfurl in dead silence. God’s grace patiently calls this place home. A quiet, tiny town bellows the names of victims as the unexpected has turned into reality. How many more lives must suffer as the story unfolds? Flags at half-mast fly in honor of the fallen.

On this day, may I ask, too, that we honor our innocent, fallen friends (not those in uniform on Taylor Avenue) but rather the ones greeted each morning on their way to work at the Capital-Gazette Newspaper in Annapolis, Maryland. It’s my hometown too. God bless their legacies!

Déjà Vu

What perplexing situations are conquering the headlines today! Newsstands are full of lies and deceit, especially on the front pages. The backrooms and tarmacs leave us little confidence, and spies run rampant. I asked God, is there no conscience in the men of betrayal? Looking back at the unconscionable patriots fighting for a cause, I wonder – what is their purpose? Are they doing God’s work, or are their intentions malicious? Did you know that spying goes back as far as the Old Testament? Let’s explore this age-old state of affairs….

My Bride Rests

A reverently lit room shows no shadows to thoughts of life early Sunday morning. Had I only listened when God spoke many years ago! I am blessed to be invited to a second chance in life. I know I’ve shared this bit of personal history a time or two, but here in the solitude, I just want to yell, “Thank you, Jesus!

Motions of Monday

My thoughts wander back to the Mondays of my younger years when I fought so hard to get up and go to work. During my school years, I always hoped a cold, and rainy Monday meant a cancellation. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in life and wasted a lot of those precious days, but now I thank God for the ability to face my world of dreams. Today, the first day of the week brings me joy and positive electrons I never felt before now.

Raining in the Reign

Lightning from afar signals a war is going on, but not here on earth. A disgruntled God commands His angels to disburse, for Satan’s reign is about to end. Days of drought plague our hearts as souls need water to flourish spirits. Only God knows the day and hour Satan’s reign will come to an end and the heavens will order the change of command. And in the early morning light, some speak to God our Creator telling Him; please let it rain!

Dana and Goliath

As you read this blog, please pray for the author, Dana, as yet another publisher, #4, has fallen through the cracks for his new book. This tormented piece was written with many emotions and frustrations.
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I sit in disbelief. The gentle winds feel refreshing, but the big mills of the system still exhaust my very existence. I write my memoirs I receive from heaven as I believe I’m connected to a higher power. God only anoints certain people with miracles and I know I’m one of them. Feeling like Moses, I sweat at the thought, and at times I’m in disbelief.

Currant Pie

 


I reached for a recipe in the early morning light of the holiday. My family came from far and wide to join in the festivities. We joined together to celebrate life and to thank God for one another. It was an awesome time to make memories. For generations, our family’s tradition included the ever so sweet Currant pie. But as this metaphor unfolds, it makes me wonder if some people can relate.

Infants of the Infantry

 

It’s 5 am, and the town’s still dark. Flags lining the main street hang low like there’s no tomorrow. Winding roadways glare with oncoming headlights, and my love is calling me home. The dawn’s very early light ignites the sky reminding me there’s still a war yet to win.

My mind shifts gears, and I wonder what happened to the infants of the infantry. Dead men are hailing, and POWs are released all in the name of our Father. It’s time for them to return home to resurrect their family’s lives.

Sad Flowers

 

God calls on the dawn to wake the earth, but a shroud hovers as the sun tries to illuminate the land. Saddened spirits are in disrepair – only prayer and our Father can bless the wounded military. I meander up a lazy lane as the early rays break through the branches of the grim darkness. Headstones stand lined at attention for the many memories of men and women who gave proudly to their country. To think of the bloodshed where no one won! Their names inscribed on a slab of marble causes horrific pain. I humbly salute these honorable soldiers.

The Consequences Are….

 

The Consequences Are verse


Years pass and memories fade; our skin grows tired and desires wither away. But only one thing rejuvenates life….

Blooming flowers permeate scents, drawing us into heavenly thoughts. We close our eyes and smile, as only one thing rejuvenates this life….

You age, withdrawn as if society closed its eyes on you. You’re not alone for many feel the same pain creeping through the window pain. I pray our Father unsheathes the frowns of miserable days, filling your life with thanksgiving. Only one thing can rejuvenate this life….

Erase your sorrows of past dormant days! Allow yourself to be reborn, and God will fill your enjoyment of life and love. One miraculous morning, the flower petals will commemorate the reflections of your smile. God’s spirit will lift you up and live on inside you, as only one thing rejuvenates life….

Today, I sit in the sun and watch you shine. A blessing to all who meet you, my brightest star – you are the one who lights my up life in the darkest of hours. Frustrations ride off into the sunset. All things were made through and for Christ, including the joy of happiness for only one thing rejuvenates life…..laughter – and it comes with a smile! It keeps us young, and most all the consequences are forever more.


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And The Rains Came

 


Big trees sway, musically orchestrated by the conductor who waives His baton to commence the performance. In the background, percussions give life to the motion. The rains came, and angels with wings call to the heavens, “Let us dance!” A curtain of clouds draw nearer, and the lights dim.

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The drums sound from the heavens – God is coming, God is coming! Drumsticks ping on the cymbals resembling rain. Angels spread their wings to protect the innocent from harm. Our Almighty Creator now reigns in the hearts of men. The symphony cries out an overture from the past, for God, once again, makes the rain last forever.

Angels in white robes chant as loud as they can to raise the dead, “Sing with us all ye at rest.” In His mighty voice, God speaks to all the graves, “Release the saved and return them to ME!”

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The symphony’s somber notes are no match to the exorbitant trumpets. Purifying the filth, heaven comes to reclaim its world…. and the rains came.
The resilience of the harps are enlightened, and cymbals chime like the rains. God prevails!

A tiny stick, the magical wand, directs the unrehearsed symphony to continue harmoniously onward. Not one soul can predict the magnitude of Christ’s coming!

The sun bursts and its resilient rays pierce the surface of the earth – the chosen will go first. Heavens of ocean blue showers the countryside. All God’s creations grow to magnificent proportions. Life is born again…. as the rains came.

Pragmatically, Christ reclaims His followers. The Lord now reigns upon Satan’s soil – where the big trees sway like an orchestrated wave by a little baton, keeping time in everything God creates.

Amongst the white robes, the percussion dims yet the cymbals still ping. From the heavens, diamonds appear out of the blue, and the streets are gold…. and the rains came.

Are you witnessing too?

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