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!

My Friends, My Blessings

Through trials and tribulations, they stood by me, caring and praying for my outcome.

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It’s Saturday morning, the earth still sleeps. But I am awake tending to the memories of my past. I listen to the sounds as the wildlife comes to greet me. Waiting on my first sip of coffee, I thank God for the love my friends have shown me. Through trials and tribulations, they stood by me, caring and praying for my outcome. Though we are all in different situations, we still seem to find time for one another. Tending to my beloved thoughts, God has allowed me the time to carry on.

Sleeping away the sorrows, the pain recedes by night. God, I know, is with me in the morning as I begin to write. I watch the storm clouds that elude above me. Am I strong enough to ward them off? With God’s help, He gives me strength as I sit and enjoy my first cup of coffee.

The serenity abounds, everything is in His will. Patiently waiting, I watch to see His timing. Quietly the dawn shines her light on my shoulder. I watch the reflections of orange light as I write on my cell phone. What a beautiful sight to write in the glow of what once was the still of the night!

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Yes, being blessed by those who faithfully keep me in their prayers, a chain is created and though I may sleep, I feel the Angels. Quietly reminiscing, memories are all we all have, and the blessing is never forgetting how we came to our present state. Thank you, Mary, my inspiration….the love of God is in you and I thank God as well for you.

Being blessed by my friends, we are all family from one memory or another. I just wanted to share this before I get my day started. Thank you my dearest friends, near and far!

 

 

Being Blessed

Showered with love from God above, I feel now what I’ve never defined.

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So, I sit by the window… it’s open a bit. I listen to the rain as the gorgeous afternoon has turned to showers. Deep in thought, I think about love…. reminded by the sound of rain as it pitter patters on the metal roof. Drawn to the sound like the oceans surf, I listen to the rhythm, as rain calms the fragile spirit. My God! I have finally found the fearless fragments they call love. Yes, I’ve heard the term in numerous terminologies as well as displayed in different sequences of events, but, nothing, sounds like love as it does when God waters his flowers. So, I sit and enjoy the effervescence.

Saying, ” I Do”, one time too many, makes me realize the face value of the thing called “love”. Buying my way, inflation has crippled and living in mere existence becomes a chore. But, as though God has reigned over me, about to give up, and saving my serenity with a stroke of His awesome power, I feel the sprinkles as it begins to rain. My heart fills like a rain gauge on the porch railing. Again, in the eleventh hour, neither of us would ever expect.

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Knowing God has delivered me and is using me to prove a point, I never thought in my wildest imagination that one week – thirty odd years ago – would be reincarnated. Showered with love from God above, I feel now what I’ve never defined.

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Lightning strikes and the lights go out. I’m moving away from the opened window. Curious, though, God has spoken. I listen to his message.

It’s night now and the day is a memory full of adventure and meaningful moments. Love, the art of giving, I yawn and listen to the rain, as God waters his flowers. I thank Him for what he has sent me. As for me, my rain gauge spilleth over. Exuberance reigns like a thunder shower for only God knows what we need. Feeling so blessed!

 


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I Wish….

What a world we’d live in if …


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It’s another anointed morning, waiting on dawn. She has not arrived though the clouds hover above me. Praying this morning as I often do, God, I know, is the answer to all the thoughts you doubt. The breeze funnels from behind ushering in a sign of autumn. Oppressive summer heat might have finally broken.
     I wish…

It’s another holiday Monday making it the second one this week.

I wish every day was Friday!

And to think I’ve made it through another week. I thank God for every day though; another day to praise His name. Maybe others would say the same,
     I wish….

I awake and stumble out of my domain knowing I’ve been called. No rest for the weary,
     I wish….

Splashing my face with cold water and sipping on a hot cup of coffee, I might enjoy the fruits of labor today,
     I wish…..

Born again, as every morning, I rise do to what’s right. Others would follow,
     I wish…..

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My conscience sees those that linger behind; perhaps they’d step up, just to say “I’m sorry”. That would be a blessing.
     I could only wish…

But in the cold dark, it makes me wonder why Christian’s deviate in the night. Can we all rest our heads knowing the Ten Commandments were the only laws to follow?
     I wish…..

Could we all be a band of Brothers pulling the meek from the murky waters?
     I so wish….

God never intended for us to be so devious. Our consciousness knows no guilt.
     I wish….

What if the word “can’t” never existed? Think what a world we would have if everyone knew anything is possible.
     I wish….

Determined to make a difference, God anoints my morning. So, I follow his direction, praising my situation; who could ask for more? For God has granted me the greatest gift, “PEACE in my spirit”. Content with life, I open my door to all those who need direction. Filled with love, never meaning to harm, can everyone else be filled with the same adoration as myself?
     I wish…

So I grab my jacket to deal with uncertainty. Can those who read my words understand the gift of touch?
     I wish….

Only a select few will stand before the world and invite the doubters to join them.
     I wish more could see my heart!

Our health is a priority; God’s never sick, why should we?

     I wish the world knew no famine or illness……

Perfect in His eyes, we all have a choice. Abuse is the ultimate sin!

     I wish those that read this piece respect the gift that God sent them.

Can you see the light even if it’s before dawn?
     I wish you could….

Christ. we know died for our sins.
     I wish He had taken them with Him!

What a world we’d live in if everyone was just courteous! Hold the door for the helpless; respect the wisdom of the ones who came before; treat possessions as if they were their own; and honor theI Wish 3 Commandments God gave us.
         

     I so wish!

 

Gallant Valor

August 28, 2017

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It’s Sunday evening….some are about to return to church, some about to sit down for a wonderful dinner; some may be ready to slide back in their recliners to watch the evening news or some football. But let me interject some thoughts….

“God Bless Texas”

These courageous folks…. not the police or military; but the humanitarians who launch their boats on the highways into uncharted waters. They travel rooftop to rooftop, listening for stranded victims. Unless you have been involved in search and rescue as I did, you can’t imagine the danger. The sewers flood out, alligators and snakes, and the mosquitos will carry you off. Then there are the caskets that surface.

Here is where black lives matter! White supremacists could care less what you and the rest of America thinks. This is war friends – Texans against nature’s worst. God is the only entity prayed to here.

You talk about coming together as united people? Well snowflakes, take a lesson – WAKE UP! This is how America was and will always be. People with dignity respecting those with integrity. God bless them!!!

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By the grace of God, there is no color of race nor ethnic coupe. There are no boastful rednecks. They instead drive for hours to launch their boats on interstates to save those in dire straits.

Praise those who give their time! They leave their families behind to help the survived. They certainly command a medal to commemorate their valiant duty.

God bless them!

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?

 

Readers:  How many ways can you say….”I love you, God”…..in my life? How has He changed your life?


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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)

Pipe Dreams

“Thank you” God for this day to share my life with those close to me.


The evening comes with a chance of storms; God prepares nature’s calling. Refreshed by the calm, a hint of rain persists as the atmosphere fills with humidity. The sky is still radiant yellow as the sun sets behind the thunder.  A silver lining reminds me that despite what your facing, God is there to defend you.

I sit and reminisce about the day;  the highs and lows of sweating in the dirt; I wonder why I do it.  I guess I just love the work.  A glass of tea, and a little breeze, is all anyone needs to believe in the magnificent beauty of God. 

Reclining in the shadows drawn across the lawn, His Majesty brings me peace, a comfort, that only comes as you pray.  My eyes closed, arms relaxed across my chest, I remain poised as God intervenes.  My soul’s rejuvenated from yet another hectic day.

Thank you, God for this day to share my life with those close to me. I’m so honored. I hear the faint sounds of a rumble now. The scent is more predominant.  I love the initial sprinkles, as they are so random, and they bounce atop my metal roof . 

Now as the sprinkles become more severe, I’m moving inside as rain accompanies the Rain cloudsthunder. It’s time to retire as my mind is weary.  The day is gone and I’m thankful my prayers elude to what the morning brings. My potential prayers remain a dream and heaven holds the secrets.

Tomorrow, in the brisk twilight, I’ll share my coffee, a cup for one, with God; and I’ll share my thoughts with Him and I start over.  I pray for friends, and of course my safety. But most of all —–  I’ll pray for you!