Promised Prayers

…find a sanctuary where peace and love are ordained from above.

Message from Heaven


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)

How Many Ways Can I Say….

….the solidarity I hold as you make an example out of me.


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It’s a gloomy, soggy Sunday. I rock in my recliner and post thoughts about those who won’t be in church this morning. How ungodly are they? Reflecting on the news of the day, I can’t imagine there is much love as it’s “every man and woman for themselves”. I’ve lived, somehow, long enough to see this rerun played out long before now. There is no God in times of bloodshed. In my faith, Christ shed that for me. I’m eternally grateful that my love of God permeates.

Here, by my side, are years of writings. Some are sad, but some I rejoice in how many ways can I say I love you, God. Like rainy days, my heart pales and the sky’s gray reminds me of my past. The failures, Lord, that you brought me through; the times I stumbled and you caught me as well; and the accidents where You saved me.  Dear God, how many ways can I say I love You?

Beside me are my shoe box monuments. No one can imagine in this day and age, the solidarity I hold as you make an example out of me. Graced with your anointment, my course has turned. I woke one early dawn and I wrote my precious first piece – “Jesus In The Backseat”.  My life now prophesized, God has ordered my mission.

My steps now lighter, my heart resides in forgiveness. My love and Your messages are now spreading around the world. How many ways can I say…I love You, God?

 

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You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. (Deuteronomy 6:5)

Jesus answered him, “If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. Whoever does not love me does not keep my words. And the word that you hear is not mine but the Father’s who sent me. (John 14: 23-24)

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! (Psalm 150: 6)

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. (James 1: 17)

Learning To Trust

…..go to God where trust originates.

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Sitting at the kitchen bar, watching the sunlight in the clouds, I’m deciding what to wear. Listening to the weatherman, I wander, what crystal ball is he looking into? For sure, not the one in his hands! He’s saying clear but I swear it looks like rain. The only thing warm is the coffee cup against my palms. I hate this kind of weather because you never know how to dress. Throwing on my winter coat, I grab a sweatshirt, cap and gloves and think to myself, now I’m prepared. But are we ever? Our best guess might be the worst case scenario.

Not looking back, I start to back out of the garage. Trusting there is nothing behind me, I pull out into the street. I guess I should have looked but for the millionth time, I will be fine. Like kissing my bride good-bye, I trust today will be like tomorrow and like yesterday.

It’s noon and wanting to send my love, I reach for my phone. There’s no answer. What comes to mind? A million thoughts – the “what if’s” are haunting and all of a sudden I’m wondering… hmmm. But I’ve been married for years; I’m certainly secure but there’s a little inkling that something is wrong. I’ll shake it off and go about my day.

Arriving home, I see she’s beat me. What a surprise, or, what is she up to? Dinner’s nice but a little too quiet. Suspicious, I’m afraid to ask. I’ll get my shower and slip under the covers….the place where no bars are held. She’s putting her back to me! My trust is on the line and comfort zone infiltrated. Reminded of the weatherman, I’m trying to prepare for the onslaught of the night. All these years are wrapped up in an instant. There’s no time to ask for prayer unless I’m trying to save myself. So I go to God where trust originates. A clap of thunder and it’s not just three of us anymore – God, her, and I. Now I know it’s four!

Learning to trust, it’s faith that’s granted but still, there’s doubt after all these years. Feeling for my life, I’m trying to prepare but there’s no way my heart isn’t broken. I’m trying to trust with suspicion arising but it’s like painting rust… hopefully it will go away. Trusting in a can of paint is much the same as believing in the honesty of a liar.

So it’s back to square one. I don’t know how to cope with the elements at hand. Now it’s me that wishes I had a crystal ball. But the only peak I see is that which God determines. Protecting me, God wards off the evil spirits. Staying diligent in my Father’s faith, He instills in me, Learning to Trust 101….

How trusting are you??  Share your experiences….

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Blessed is the man who makes the Lord his trust, who does not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after a lie! (Psalms 44:4)

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6–7)

For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate. Now if I do what I do not want, I agree with the law, that it is good. So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me. For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. … (Romans 7:15-24)

The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. (Proverbs 31:11)

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Trying To Make A Difference

…..just messages from heaven


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It’s another hot day and the grains are waving in the summer winds; the valleys are covered in shades of amber. I feel the winds facing my spirit. My soul feels like it’s in a pressure cooker. I am on the brink… my heart pales as I look out over the fields as I am so minute. But God has opened a gateway; I stare out over the valley of believers.  I’m no different than my peers; in fact, I’m not even worthy of the gifts from God. YOU, my friends, are better!  But I stand in the wake waiting for our heavenly Father who doesn’t pick and choose. He wants us all but only a few follows his commands.

I’ll never forget the night my Father woke me and told me to write. I still laugh to myself as I thought He was kidding. I said to God, I’ve never written a thing in my life and you think I can do that?? And at the age of sixty?? You can imagine the rest of that story. I went to the kitchen and picked up a pen. The first piece I ever wrote was “Jesus In the Back Seat”. I’ve never published that sacred piece. Instead I have it stored in my memory as it was what God said to write first. I got the message….

My point being, while sitting in the dark to begin a journey with not even a road map, I had no idea where I was headed but God knew! I ask, “Will you let Him be your engine?” Can one human really make a difference in 2017?  I’m not worthy but I am called.

I wonder, what defines worthy? We are all sinners of one sort or another. Doing God’s work comes in many different forms, it’s not just those of cloth that are called upon. I’ve lived long enough to hear those who swear to God and get crucified behind the curtains.

I just stay in prayer knowing if I do as God desires, I’ll be blessed by His own presence. My writings aren’t mine… they are messages from heaven. I have no outline or study guide to hide in, nor a computer to correct my poor grammar errors. But being left handed, I just peck away with my right thumb on my cellphone. God forbid I get arthritis! I’m just me; my mother’s boy, loving life and listening to the Lord. ……


 

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Heat Wave ~~~

God can’t save me from the satanic fury of mother Earth…


Standing before our heavenly Father, the inferno of hell is upon us. The sweltering sun has taken its toll. The vegetation wilts as no amount of water will bless their existence. I stand with them; my body reverently concedes; this is no place for human consummation. Dehydrated, the heat melts my body; God can’t save me from the satanic fury of mother Earth. Trying to obtain my composure, I feel my body pulsating. All I want is to close my eyes, concerned the rest of me is too weak to recover. The battle is now on as I ask God to help. So in my conscience mind, between the heat and shade, I am overwhelmed from the turmoil; the elements prevail.

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Though this is life in a nutshell, we fight to survive, struggling to make ends meet. Chasing the Almighty, God hears us sweat. Bills will continue in rain, shine or snow and in this sweltering heat too; there is no mercy.

Hunting for salvation, our destinies are plagued. Our comforts are riddled and there’s no escaping. Turning to the last resort (which should have been the first), we thirst for our own Resurrection. But stymied by the flames, hell is all around us. Praying to God, we sit in the drought waiting on the rain. Even a shower would be a promise of hope.

Though the sun has retired for evening, the remnants of this heat wave remind me of a beach after a tornado; the winds have fanned the furnace. The brutal heat splinters branches and shrivels stems, shaded only by mercy. I watch knowing God hears all his creatures. May God not let Satan rule and control forever. So I pray for those less fortunate. I hear their calling and all I can do is water the jonquils, realizing life is so precious….


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So You Think You Know..

….I pray I never lose sight that it’s better to live by, than to hide, in the book of Christ….


Looking out over the amber grains, I wonder, what makes you think you know….  I listen to scholars who spend their life learning.  I sit in the congregation and scratch my head, as men of cloth, read and try to interpret the Word. I watch the deacons share the sacraments on Friday night; not exactly, your church wine.  I’ve been welcomed into homes that I will not for a minute, live in; all the figures of Jesus permeates on their musty, hall walls.  I wonder how Christ would feel to know that those who adore His name, leave little admiration.

Though I walk through the fields of grain and listen to the winds whistle out your name, I can’t help but wonder, what do you think you know?  Oh, I read a book or two and even went so far as to memorize a verse or so; but, the messages you need to learn aren’t between those leather covers.  It’s, rather, the way you address your fellow friends today, as they stand and watch your every move.  Falling short, I never lose sight of who’s in charge – our Father in heaven – He who makes miracles happen; the one we need to know!

Our God, an awesome power, can do no wrong. He directs our every thought and action as we wake in the early morning. Our stamina, strength, perseverance and promise, makes us whole through God.

Watching from a picnic bench, I find more comfort from an old, black man in a three piece suit that’s worked all his life, than a college graduate who has little wisdom.  I think about the philosophers and astronomers that try to predict the weather; an unpredictable force but mankind falsely believes it.  Moses, though, got it right! He, a murderer that God used to the good, understood the facts of life.

Today, I rant like a mother guarding her nest – “who are you to tell me how to live?  You think you know?”  I watch so many with the good Book in their hands.  They are the first to ruin faith with their fellow man.  In contrast, I strive to be first in restoring the basic principles that God asks us to observe in His name.  Shallow as a puddle by a curb, we can’t help but see the weak who think they are strong.

The winds rest now and even the grain remains reverent to the Father.  As I leave a path walking through the grain, I pray I never lose sight that it’s better to live by, than to hide in, the book of Christ; others do not seem to comprehend.  I sit and review my journey and I hope, someone, will see where I once walked.  May they find my footsteps as I remain vigilant to the their ways; where some merely feel that figures on a wall or a Book on the dash, will direct their future.

Only in faith, will Christ live on….th[7]

Choices and Changes

….we all stand in the valley between the mountains of good and evil


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Before the hot summer nights, or the bone chilling cold, and wrapped in warmth while embracing each other, we are created – not by love, but, by the Holy Spirit. We wonder out to destinations unknown; our trials uncounted; our faith to be tested. We’re off into the world of deception and converse. We watch our step, careful of hurts, as we plan our trip. Our desires are mapped, ever mindful of obstacles that could cause us to stumble. We all stand in the valley between the mountains of good and evil.

God watches and protects, though our choices may not be the best. Yet, He lets us wonder…patiently waiting as we walk through a path He has planted; knowing occasionally, we all get lost. As we walk along, you might encounter a little shower; but never fear, as even clouds of thunder have a silver lining.

So, here we are standing before our believer. Which believers do you follow….for the paranormal bears its faith that leads us on our course of completion. Our heavenly Father never needs advertising; but, counterparts go on the market – merchandising.

Yes, we all have choices, but, it’s the hard ones that God waits for us to make in life. After all, look at the choices He made for us. In His image, we are called to make similar. The link is ‘love’. In a night full of dark and loneliness – Satan never loves a soul – when footprints come from our heavenly Father above!