My Soulmate….

Our spirits will remain but our love shall never be divided.

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Sitting under the stars, I’m waiting to see that special shooting…one that is coming to take me home. I think about the day when I’ll kiss your cheek and pray we will meet on the other side.

Heaven awaits….God’s calling

I’m not leaving without my love, here on Earth. But I can’t promise that so I smile through the pain, taking my final sip from the communion cup of tea.

I can only wish you know how much I really love you.

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But I’m just glad I’m going where God welcomes.

So I kiss your cheek once more knowing you’re the link between where I’m going and my past. God bless you, my love. You’re the best; you made me what I am.

My spirit so filled, my soul is now ready for the trip I must endure.

I’ll miss you, my love, so please hurry! I’ll be there waiting for you at the pearly. You won’t miss me. I’ll be the one smiling. My life will then be complete.

Thank you, God!

I sit in the dark, waiting on my ray of light. I’ll be the one riding out without a prayer; still knowing where I’m going – straight to heaven. God promises eternal life to those who believe, and I’m one who can’t wait.

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Again, I’ll kiss your face; I’ll feel your skin; I’ll touch your spirit and hold our memories in my mind. For love was born when we met. It may have been a while reaching us, but God saves the best for last….

You, my love, I’ve waited to celebrate the end. God has so blessed me with you.

Words can never comprehend the love I knew because you, too, held onto the hope and faith that someday we’d be one.

Now I must go make a home in heaven where you and I will spend eternity. There’ll be no bills, no debts, or frustrations to sweat. Just you and me walking together.

Our spirits will remain but our love shall never be divided. God knows my heart and yours as well.

I love you for eternity! My soulmate in heaven, I’ll see ya’ later…. I love you princess!

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And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. (Colossians 3:14)

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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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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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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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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Living the Lie

…..He never anoints a relationship who’s posterity is blemished.


I gave you my heart and for $18.99 you vowed to wedlock. With a closet so full of skeletons, you venture out, leaving a trail of unscrupulous documents that lead us all to question. So on a bright Friday morning, you jump into your car and run to the pastor’s office. Committing to God, you try to start over. Singing in the choir will not pardon the guilt from a history book. A pretty smile might ward off a congregation but God tallies the sequence of events. Your heart pounds. Is it possible to hide from the horrific confrontation?

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Born once more, you change your name. You set up home and trim the thorns. Playing make believe, life seems grand, but it’s plagued; your health and spirit are contaminated from the past.

Miles away from the scene of the crime, no one knew the life you lead. But the lies lay dormant like the winter flowers covered by the recent snow. I find myself in a quandary deciding my next move. I turn to God, the only solution to engrave my soul against your satanic ways. To think I loved you and you didn’t care. A con job of a marriage; what a horrible fright!

Sad these stories bear false witnesses as the innocent pays the price. Meanwhile, the guilty laugh about it and heartless memories are thrown in the trash. Years of existence, down the drain. It’s too late. You walk away thanking God, for He never anoints a relationship who’s posterity is blemished.

It’s not just here but around the world that deceiving is a way of life. It seems we need a resume before we ever marry. A rap sheet too if you don’t mind….. I’d like to know where you’ve been – if it’s all the same to you.

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Vows

United in love, our hearts are joined like two doves


In this excruciating heat, my brow is drenched and my words escape me. My love pours out like sweat from my heart. I often stop in the middle of my day and think of you. Love knows no value for there isn’t a price you can put on perseverance.

My heart’s consumed; my conscience overwhelmed; my love knows no boundaries. I love you, redundantly, is all I can say.

Like a morning’s spring flowers, you are a breath of fresh air. I watch the sun glistening in your silky hair and it’s your smile that awakens my dawn. It’s the way you look at me and put your arms around my spirit.

I ponder….what if you and I were Adam and Eve? What if God had made us first in another life? We would plant the earth and give it life. The Garden of Eden would be named after us.

I vow my soul as God has brought you here with me… till death do us part. My heart will never stray contained by your love. I find myself captured by your spirit.

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 So on this bright, cheerful afternoon, I commit all the love God has given me. I give unto you my love. It is my total life… the past and the future. Tonight in the moon light, we’ll toast to the greatest love that two of God’s creatures has ever known.

As I think about the lapse, our hearts were floundering in desperation. It is harmony that keeps our true love alive. And now I sing unto Him; for it is our dear Lord that blesses our union.

United in love, our hearts are joined like two doves; we sing in the morning, so grateful that God prearranged our love. We will plan our destination, as we dream about forever…hand in hand; and walk to the promised land that God wants for us. Graciously accepting this lifetime of completeness, we deserve all the happiness and joy a man and a woman could ever ask for.

May my every morning be filled with bouquets of love. Closing your eyes to the effervescence, you will reach for a vase and put our love on cloud nine. There we will be smiling with our Lord, thanking Him for the flower bed we will lay in every morning….. Amen


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The Exchange of Money

“I love you”, the English language as a bargaining tool

Today, I sit and re-read the memoirs of my life.  The pages are plagued with virtue.  Like reciting in a mirror, l hear the words I’ve often wondered about.  So many I know, use loosely, the English language as a bargaining tool.  Endearing words mean so little from behind the vocal cords…. “I love You”. This term of endearment is not hardly more than a form of  ‘currency’; a way to ‘buy your way in’.  Redundantly, it sours the hearts of many.

Looking back on my younger days and with desperation playing a part, I see now that “I love you” was going to cost me.  If I’d only understood that “I love you” was a form of currency!  Only now does it all come back to me as a friend explains, “she wanted your wallet”.

Connecting the dots of trials and tribulations, I see God was non-existent.  Money can’t buy love, though at times, those three simple words can. Trying to come to some kind of peace, I’m getting madder by the minute!  How ruthless are those with ulterior motives who want to control a situation by bleeding, “I love you”- a vice to the brokenhearted??

It’s pathetic to believe that some get what they want with, ” I love you “,  at the flip of a tongue. Scorned, my calloused soul retreats to the dark where little light is shown.  Riddled with questions, best guessed answers lie in the remnants of rotten boxes tucked away for safekeeping.  Their weight are words now replaced by actions.

Today, moving on, I realize God was there all along;  just waiting on me.  Peace has replaced the innuendos; harmony reigns like heavens above.  The sound of three little words exemplifies that talk is only cheap when you really do not mean it.