Heaven’s Message

We are too busy to get involved so our children render a life of impulse.


Heaven's Message

The battle lines are drawn. Hearts torn, love ripped to shreds as children turn into adults. The grim headlines clarify the horror as families come together. I think to myself, why do we wait to show the love after lost souls are gone? God never intended for innocence to turn into violence. But hatred causes bloodshed and the cannons roar long before dawn. Nothing is sacred….not a home, not a school, nor a church. Hospitals are filled with heroes as assailants wound.

It appears we livHeaven's Message 2e in denial, unaffected because we dodge the bullets; just too busy to be concerned. God remains where we have time, collecting dust amongst the shelves. Pathetically, we walk away from reality and life has changed. We can’t leave keys in the car when we stop by the store nor leave the front door unlocked when crawling in from another hard day.

 

Protecting our domains from predators, we do conscientiously care about our belongings; but let us alter the paths of our predecessors and we lead a vibrant generation astray into the wilderness. We are too busy to get involved so our children render a life of impulse.

 

Though it is only now, as I look in the mirror, that I see where we went wrong. The headlines read like a saga tabloid. Restraint, a sport for only the old, God blesses them with the courage to abstain. Now our homes become the frontline battleground. Dear Lord, we beg for mercy!

 

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The grass burns brown and the roses wilt on the headstones. Love that once thrived goes up in smoke. The bombs of lies explode and everything returns to dust. Morning comes, or does it, or is it just the light that shines on yesterday’s buried news?

 

The emptiness echoes in hollow hearts and we armor ourselves for the day ahead. God is our only escape from the tortured statues as memories are erased. Heaven repeats “forgive those that know not” for they know only hate. Love was never taught. God bless the unruly.

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Looking In The Mirror

….I have longed for contentment where God’s concerned


(R.I.P. Michael Jackson)


A cool breeze penetrates my soul as the warmth from above has grown cold. The summer’s heat has turned into fall as the rainy weekends set the stage for the upcoming holidays. I so love the extravagant colors! Things so green turn brightly bold in shades of brown, yellow and gold. But the shades of gray tell the story. Reflecting on my moonlit night, I sail my heart onto calm waters. Thanking God for the gift of life, I finally made it to my golden times.

The winds whirl from around the edge and gathering summer’s foliage becomes quite an obstacle. Raking up the flower beds, my little pansies are about to bloom.

Even in our darkest days, we all want flowers to warm our spirits.  Sunflower

Coming inside to escape the chill, a hot shower may thaw my weary soul. Shedding the layers, I catch a glimpse of something in the mirror. Taking a second look, it must have been my mind playing tricks on me. So a steamy resolute will resonate my body, cleansing my thoughts. My eyes closed, I ask only for forgiveness and my heart is cleansed.

Realizing this is only second best to a full blown baptismal in the Jordon River, I’m rejuvenated. God can use me for what’s next. Opening the door, a steamy mirror clearly sends me a message…

All of us, sometimes, wonder if our direction is correct.

A sense of relief has assured my intent. My life full circle, a man with many directions, had shunned religion as I followed my own path. Wronged so many, consciously speaking, I have longed for contentment where God’s concerned. And there on my mirror just one word – “Blessed”.

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And I will make them and the places round about my hill a blessing; and I will cause the shower to come down in his season; there shall be showers of blessing. (Ezekiel 34:26)

But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:19)

Know therefore that the LORD your God, He is God, the faithful God, who keeps His covenant and His loving kindness to a thousandth generation with those who love Him and keep His commandments (Deuteronomy 7:9)

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (1 John 1:9)

I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you shall be clean from all your uncleannesses, and from all your idols I will cleanse you. And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. And I will put my Spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes and be careful to obey my rules. (Ezekiel 36: 25-27)

Engraved Hurts

Like soldiers on a battleground, our persistent thoughts are marching on….


We sit across the table from each other and the tension rises like ocean waves before a hurricane. Our hearts ache from the daily frustrations. Words fly like cannonballs across the bow. The night is lighting up from the fiery hurts and our broken souls is damforgiveness 2aging our spirits. There is not a “sorry” that can mend the fury; no kindness is coming from giving; no hugs healing the hardened hearts; just short little snippets that become too repetitive to hear. I’m asking for grace to bring some peace to the table. But when two hearts aren’t in sync, God has His work cut out for Himself. Our love is souring like month old milk.

Love, like spring pollen, carries off to a neighbor’s lawn; walls are retaining the temper and silence is becoming enemy number one. So my conscience knocks on heaven’s gates and I’ll pray for our Lord to hear my heart. But like statues in the wind, the prayers are standing guard of the present. Life, cruel at times, has no invitation. Joy, the ultimate restorer between two hearts, is waiting on the other side.

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I’m in awe watching the tears as they flow and sorrow can’t explain the reckoning. Blame is passing like vegetables at Thanksgiving. There is no rhyme or reason. Our Lord sits at the head of the table trying to join our hearts in prayer. Stubborn though, our minds are overruling the prayers. Like soldiers on a battleground, our persistent thoughts are marching on…. I’m carrying the flag trying to surrender but our guns are still drawn.

Morning arrives and a tranquility, like the dew from the night before, is falling over the engraved flowers. Hearts are listening to subconscious minds as we cease fire. Over early coffee, our guns are holstered. An anointing brings a smile as the sun breaks through the thunder. Love is being restored and the sun is warming little petals. God, the only true peacemaker, is reigning over the battlefields of our minds. We sit in peace and the quiet sermon is coming as the gentle breeze rings the wind chimes.

I’m asking myself, could this have been avoided? Unequivocally, yes, if God is first and past hurts are left by the headstones of our deceased memories. We’re limping away, now handicapped from the wounds encountered from the night before.

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So, here we are off on our busy day….people to meet, bills to pay, and our Lord is holding down the fort. We are marching off, alone, to fight our own personal battles…

 

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EDITOR NOTES:  Did you ever hurt the person you loved?  Did you say unwanted things?  If you have hurt someone you loved, it is not easy to repair this mistake.  It is time to seek forgiveness.  You may have to go to great lengths to win over the trust once again.

Watch your words in a fit of temper and weigh the pros and cons of every word you utter. If you want to express your anger at an event, target the incident and not the person.

Be truly repentant…

 


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A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. (Proverbs 15:1)

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; … (1 Corinthians 13:13)

And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.   (1 Peter 5:10)

 


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Mother’s Slippers

….for your children know not your footsteps you have walked


The day breaks and exasperating as life is, will we ever understand the meaning of it?? Reflecting on my mother’s spirit, her heart was in the right place. But we had our moments and it took me a long time to forgive her.

Situations merit decisions with consequences unbeknownst to our children. I, too, fell into that category. Generations later, little explains of a mother’s woes. I will never walk a yard in my mother’s footsteps. I remember the blood, sweat, and tears that came from my growing up years. A lady of stature, eloquence and reprise, I had no idea the hell she lived through all her life.

My thoughts of her linger as I watch the path you meander. God, I pray to grant you serenity, for your children know not your footsteps you have walked. Love is very deep and the hurts resonate from within. Blessed are the weak yet strong in their venue. I walk in your presence; I reach out to comfort your spirit. The harm is immeasurable, as children try to ruin a mother’s love. I listen to your silence as though it screams, like drifts of sand that crest in a storm.

A child might walk in a mother’s steps yet never wear her slippers. I, a mere child of wisdom and respect, can only now relate to the dust storms of my mother’s childhood. I watch this generation, with reflections of my own, resonating from the sixties. Though life was different, hardships are similar.

Testing the time, a mother’s love captivates the mind. All God’s creatures, instinctively, protect the bond. Yet, I watch those who try to revolt, losing themselves when their own offspring arise. Realizing their mistakes, as bi-products conquer in agony, they fight for the same respect of their own predecessors.

Quietly, I sit and watch the yearlings taking turns yielding to their parents. It just doesn’t matter if you fly or walk; children should learn “respect” of the age-old value of seniority. Today, the thought saddens me that we, as kids, didn’t learn the valuable lessons. Those who follow, think that at birth, they already know more than their parents.

But, scrap albums tell who wore the apron strings; for those that sat for the fMother's Slippersamily portrait, she bore the kids upon her lap; her arms stretched out encompassing them. And as you look closer at that old family portrait… notice “Mom’s Slippers”, worn out, against the couch. God love you, Mom……

 

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