Catch 22

Let us toast to the memories we’ve made and thank our Lord for this day….

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Waiting for the procession, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. A new life begins though some are almost gone as the sun sets over past memories. Some are good, some bad, some happy and sad, but in His midst, life goes on. We follow our heart as our spirit leads us not into temptation but to the glory of God’s everlasting love.

I hear the strings of the lyre playing and I realize that life is a little like a piano wire stretched across the mast of an old schooner ship. It relentlessly waves in the stormy seas and fights to survive when lightning strikes. Our journey is already paved though, for we are saved by the grace of God.

In our own life of twists and turns, we recollect in much the same way. We reflect on our own journey’s ups and downs as our heart pours out. Tears are shed but broken hearts mend, creating memories of years past.

So, where do we head from here? I’ll hold your hand if it will help, but God knows time is short. Therefore, live every single day like it’s your last, for you just may leave behind a legacy that would make a difference for the cause of Christ!

Point your sails toward the setting sun and enjoy the refreshing coolness that ushers in, for the moon will rise behind you, and guide us home to be with our Lord. Watching the ripples dance on the gentle swells, our hearts will shine on into eternity.

Be thankful for God’s blessings! Remember Him in all that you do and make Him #1 always. Though life is a Catch 22, let us toast to the memories we’ve made and thank our Lord for this day…. there are no promises of tomorrow. Amen.

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Mixed Emotions

Let us recognize our emotions and bring them to God.

 


The sun peeks through the ominous morning, lending itself to review the past. With no regrets, life though, has no reverse. It is a bowl of mixed emotions. Turning my back to the bone chilling cold, I can only look forward to a new budding season. I wait for the first vase of cut flowers to pierce the now frozen tundra. Mesmerized, the windsock reminds me of happier times and the sad turmoil of this last year…. a very rocky beginning, just ten months ago, but only God renews our spirits. Now looking out over the frozen sanctuary, I give Him all the glory a mustard’s seed, worth of warmth, can muster.

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Ordained in my Father’s warmth, love has driven me like a ship at sea in uncharted waters. So, I look back where God protected His spirit in me, never wanting me to lose faith. I see it so clearly now. With two living in holy matrimony on just one income, believe me–the Bible is correct! God protects his creatures at all ends of the spectrum. My soul reminds me of homemade chicken soup, bubbling over with joy. He keeps my spirit filled with miracles from above. Remembering where I was this time a year ago, saddled in prosperity, I thought everything was fine… but God knew differently. I was blinded from truths but my Heavenly Father still protected me from the evilness.

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Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion….

 

How grateful could a person be that God would separate the thunderstorms for a safe passage? Words just cannot explain the true meaning of my gratefulness! It’s only God’s spirit that I give thanks to for the true love I’m anointed with now. So the sun rises in a dreary glare, but the palm trees sway in the summer air. The sand soothes our soiled souls that come together to be God’s chosen people. We all are one in our walk with Him.


EDITOR’S NOTES:

Let us recognize our emotions and bring them to God. Submit your hearts to Him and allow Him to do His work in your actions. God will simply comfort us, reassure us, and remind us we need not fear. Sometimes, He may prompt us to forgive or to ask for forgiveness. But seek Him and share more of your heart through prayer.

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Morning Comes…I Am Here

What a beautiful world God has made!


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And so the morning comes…my eyes are dazed. The angels have protected me in my dreams. Finding the coffee machine, I think how blessed I am while trying to stay perpendicular. After all, it’s not easy being old! It takes a long time to get to this point. I ask God for his help to anoint my every thought today.

 

My mind still sleeps…zzzzz. I hear my joints creaking like an old schooner. I wander through the maze, like an obstacle course, to find my way out to the lanai. God greets me. I take a deep breath, stretch, and a smile arises like the sun. A gentle steady breeze blows across my bow. Set the sails, I say to myself. Cast the lines, take the helm Lord I’m all yours!

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With coffee in hand, I feel the ship navigating through the currents. God, what a perfect morning to replenish my spirit! The sails bellow and boat slants starboard. The peak of the mast aims toward the heavens. A gentle spray christens my face as I try contain my joy. What a beautiful world God has made! Feeling such a peace as my hair blows in the breeze, I wait and watch the sun rise.

 

Though I’m merely sitting on an uncomfortable cushion, my arms rest, holding my now chilled coffee. I’m so thankful for the peace in my spirit as this new day arrives.

 

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May the peace of the Lord be within you this morning too as you set sail, embarking on another day’s journey. God bless you, my friends!

Stop And Smell The Season

For God promises us the beauty of this world forever…..


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As autumn foliage starts, we wake and share coffee together. With the colors at peak, you and I need to just go see the mountaintops and valleys. For those who question faith, let there be no doubt – only God could bring these majestic colors for us to enjoy!

Holding hands, we find a rock and sit overlooking the bluff. The landscape you couldn’t paint. For miles we stare off into the brilliant shades of color.

Giving glory and thanks to Him for these precious moments, it’s like stopping to smell the roses, only better. Your hair sways as an uplift comes; your fragrance enhances the view even more. And not a word needs to be spoken as we pay homage to our Father in heaven. He delights us with His awesome power.

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We sit until the rock turns cold and the sun turns it’s shades of red. Sealed with a kiss and “I love you,” we praise the Lord for letting us have this time together. It’s here in the peace that harmony finds us. Looking up, a star beacons and then God takes a brush to sweep a few clouds above us. Wow! What a moment to enjoy!

Tomorrow will be another rainy Monday filled with friction and frustration. So we savor the time that Gods allows us to be one with Him and to bless this world we call home….. Driving down from the mountaintop, deer guard the pathway of life. A buck stands alone beside the road, protecting the rest of the herd from harm. We stop….allowing Mother Nature to share the covered pathway with us. For God promises us the beauty of this world forever…..

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For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease. (Job 14:7)


Inspirational Verse:

For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress; instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle; and it shall make a name for the Lord, an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.

(Isaiah 55:12-13)

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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