Lovin’ Life

….. A synchronized spiritual way of life, God’s divine is taking hold.

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Dawn awakens the sleepy morning, smelling the remnants of last night’s breeze. Trees bare signs of a new lease on life – happy to be out of the woods of winter. Our Father ordered the winds to turn. I sit on the lanai rejoicing, lovin’ life. I take a second to thank God, not for the luxuries of my lifestyle, but the minute joys in my life. My first thought is humbling, and it begins with a peace of mind for I know everything is according to His will. A synchronized spiritual way of life, God’s divine is taking hold.

Confident, my mind drifts off to other similar amenities that make lovin’ life much easier. It is security though not the financial kind. (I gave that to God to handle). The security of my love, my wife, rests in the palms of His hands. It is a love that evolved on an evening walk. I took her hand in mine and felt a spark. At the time, I couldn’t do anything about our relationship, but God had greater plans for us. In hindsight, how obvious His signs were to us!

Like designer’s attire, some things may not fit, but some things make you feel comfortable. Almost like the boots I lace, I walk in the footprints of Christ’s path. I follow Him relentlessly and comfortably too, just lovin’ life. Treading only in faith, I believe in miracles. Without them, you have little left but doubt. Today, I cover my soul with a baggy Destin sweatshirt, proudly displaying the place I took her hand in marriage. I claimed her as mine, just as God so ordered in our prime.

Success is an absolute acknowledgment that where you go in life, Christ is with you. Anointed by His Father, you find your seat for the last scene is about to commence. Rsvp! You wouldn’t want to miss seeing this script played out! You don’t have to be in the front row. Just believe you are where you need to be when our Big Brother arrives to greet us.
So, I watch the sun majestically calling as it rises in the east. I wonder, is today the day when Christ will come calling? Does it matter? Not really, as He will come when He’s ready. But, in the meantime, my job comes first. As it is written, a man shall take a bride, and she shall be his for eternity. To honor and love…. I close my eyes and can feel the warmth. Lovin’ life, my boots remain ready.

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Spring Cleaning

….and Helpful Hints to De-Clutter Your Soul

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On a spring morning, the frost lays heavy. The foliage somberly pays homage. As I stare through the sheers, my mind tries to organize the things I must do today. I sit huddled in sweats with my first couple sips of black energy. My thoughts wander off to a time of Mom and Dad cleaning out the garage after a nasty winter. I sure love and miss those who left me with such fond memories.

As generations go on, I find myself the one obligated to carry on the honorable task of, somehow, straightening up the garage now. There is such little time to do my own spring cleaning. Its April something, but the month is inconsequential. There comes a time when we all must clean out our castles. How about a fresh coat of paint? Or maybe hang the Picassos you treasure in different places to redecorate the walls? Perhaps shampoo old carpets, or rearrange the furniture? Somehow, you must make those four walls look brighter, for there’s no warmth generated on a cold, spring morning after it’s snowed.

I try to get motivated, but only my Father in heaven can enlighten the soul. So, with everything staring at me and no time to play, I find time to pray. God, in His historical ways, will give me the strength to complete the tasks before me.

Needing anothSpring Cleaning Pic 1er cup, my thoughts wander off…. so many people’s minds are in similar situations. Distant and cold, we pay homage to our cluttered thoughts frozen in time. But, if you’ll let God enter your soul, He will cleanse the hearts and minds from the winter’s toll. The pendulum swings, as your grandfather stands reverently reminding you, life has no reverse.

The day is young. Give it to God! There’s plenty of time to rearrange thoughts lying frosted on this somber, Sunday, spring morning. Let God’s love warm your soul and spirit and ignite your inner joy. Rejoice in a fresh mental attitude. You’ll be glad you cleaned out the clutter lying dormant in the garage of your head. Open your entry to prayer. It’s the one ingredient you need most for motivation. The garage can wait, for it’s the one in your mind that wreaks havoc.


EDITOR’S NOTES:

Helpful Hints to De-Clutter Your Soul

• Ask yourself these questions and answer them honestly. The answers will put your situation in perspective:
Is my mind’s clutter relevant to my situation today? Was it in my control? Am I being too hard on myself?

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• Don’t fight inner battles by yourself – leave it to God to take control. We don’t have to strive to make our life turn out a certain way. Stand still and trust He will handle it for you.
• Lay the issues down at God’s feet through prayer – it’s the most powerful tool you own!
• Focus on today – what does God ask of me today? What does my family need today? Commit to living a Godly life for eternity – not the past.

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The Wilted Flower

In loving memory of Lady Pamela Carol….

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I thought if I placed the flowers in the sun, they would thrive and live a little longer. But the water was too warm sitting there. So, I moved the bouquet to the center of the hand-rubbed, drop leaf table proudly congregating in a vase in my dining room. Here they could be admired! It was filled with jonquils, tulips, baby’s breath, ferns, lilacs, and lilies too; but they were also protected from view. A Lady Pamela Carol, with all her distinct beauty and character, stood amongst the other flowers trying to mingle. With such grace, she noticeably took her place by herself. Though not tall, with solitude and effervescence, Lady Pamela Carol stood alone capturing what life had to offer. A million-dollar bouquet that could light up a room by itself, our Lady Pamela, with all her fragrance, stood quietly poised amid the other flowers.

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One day, I noticed on my table that one of my flowers was wilting away. I rushed to remove it as the others too, might wilt along with the baby’s breath. Before me, as I held her in my hands, my wilted flower Lady Pamela, lay faded. The rest knew they lost one of their own as they all drooped reverently to honor her. I placed my little flower on white linen and said a prayer….

Lord, before you lay a lady of eloquence, a flower, Lord. Lady Pamela Carol, my little rose. Take her dear Lord, give her life in a meadow in heaven and, as you stand guard, Lord, may Lady Pamela be by your feet, lining the pathway to heaven for others to follow…. Amen.

 

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Spring’s Fate

Prophecy predicts….

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The sun comes up like a harvest moon. It’s too cold to be considered April! I scrape the frost from my windshield and then look out over the barren fields. The sparsely populated woodlands have very few leaves. I know it’s written in scripture that seasons will be undefinable, so as Christians, we should stay vigilant. My point of this blog might be worth considering as you look out your window. Forget your pain; God is calling us to sit up and take notice!

Predicting Christ’s arrival isn’t much different from predicting the weather. They are calling for snow showers this weekend and nonetheless, in April. The branches on trees are bare as the seasons run simultaneously. Only God can tell nature when it will be Spring. Planting by a calendar is futile. We must be patient and wait for the obvious signs from God, for He is in control—not the Farmer’s Almanac.

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Motivated by the word Spring written on our calendar, we rush about cleaning out closets and even the flower beds. We prepare for the impending change of season. But the innocent Forsythia blooms in wrath. For those who don’t believe God exists, look outside! Perplexed, I ponder God’s message to us.

I listen to the howling winds, and even a songbird isn’t singing. The bees that swarm in spring hibernate where they can find warmth. Is God preparing for something? I wait and watch.

To non-believers, it’s time to re-examine your subconscious. Maybe you should put God in your life now, or risk the same fate as the early flowers that will surely die, as the April snow arrives.


EDITOR’S NOTES:

According to Bible prophecy, look for more severe weather events during the end times. It is with certainty that God has used the weather to influence nations and individuals in the past. He uses these events to speak to His nations at the end of this age.

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A Thread of Faith

Have a blessed Easter!

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Sitting on an old boulder along the hillside, I watched quietly as if I had gone way back in time. Under the overcast skies, stood a few men that looked as though they were dressed in biblical robes milling about a field. Several knelt before the base of a rough-cut pole. I watched them pray in the shadows and observed the amazed disbelievers. They gazed upon the monument where the crucified King hung not so long ago. I presumed it must have been day four or five since He was entombed in the limestone cave. They stood praying in His honor and breaking off pieces of the treasured cross.

I heard a woman weeping as she threw herself around the base of the up righted cross. Aided by two disciples, she reached up and carefully removed the remains of His loincloth hanging from the driven spike. She tore the cloth into threads, and shared the pieces –much like a first communion. “Our Savior lives! Our Savior lives!” she announced. I began to shed a tear, for I knew the truth! They, too, saw the empty tomb and knew what happened to Him.

From her soiled hands, she passed out a thread of faith. Each of the disciples carried their pieces as a sacred memento. The doubters watched while others came forward and found salvation with her communion. As I watched, I could tell they were the first to become born-again Christians for they now accepted He was the Christ.

I don’t think they saw me; maybe I didn’t exist to them but what I saw while sitting on that ominous boulder in a pair of jeans was incredible! As much as I wanted to walk up to the site, I thought better of losing the mirage. I, a mere messenger, can only report what I saw that day. The sun broke through and before it set, I watched the rays as they lifted them into the heavens.

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On The Wings of a Dove

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I need sleep but I’m too tired to rest. Desiring perseverance, my body draws into a knot. God mercifully tries to lead me, but my schedule doesn’t permit His desires. So, I rush from one job to another—chasing that squirrel in a round box. My spirit dwindles like the cloudy, rainy weather forming puddles and then floods. I stab at a sense of balance but some things just cannot be grasped, no matter how much you’re convinced it’s possible. It reminds me of poking more holes into a piece of Swiss cheese.

I listen to the rain on the roof and can’t help but think there’s a message, somehow, in its sound. As I try to hear what God wants for me, I remain. A dam restrains the beauty of the shoreline – the very edge we are drawn to initially. Hmm…. is it really worth it? So gracious is His grace that we overlook the obvious signs. We fight to survive instead of going with the flow as an adventurer paddling our way downstream.

A tear comes as I try to understand the complexity of life, and age-old questions stay aloft. Why do things need to be so hard? Even storm clouds eventually break apart to allow rays of sunshine! My chest aches as my spirit reflects Noah’s forecast. Exhausted as the season procrastinates its departure, a welcomed friend has overstayed its invitation.

I stare at the jonquils of life and their smiling faces detect a glimmer of hope. Has God sent them to deliver a message? I pray so! I’ll wait for tomorrow. Maybe then, it will come on the wings of a dove, resonating light at the shoreline of the water’s edge.

 

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