Starry Eyed


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Psalm 139:17-18
“How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them.  If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand…”

A team of astronomers has estimated that our universe contains about 70 sextillion (1 followed by 21 zeros) stars that can be seen through telescopes, with sextillions more too far away to be counted.[*] What is more amazing is that there are more stars in the heavens than all the grains of sand on our world’s deserts and beaches!

David could not have counted the grains of sand nor the stars in the heavens, yet he tells us that our God thinks of us more times than that. By all means then we have a 24-7 life-time guaranteed Caretaker. Unthinkable! How awesome!

Our God is great and greatly to be praised. His might and majesty are unsearchable. How wondrous and awesome is our Creator, full of goodness and righteousness.

“Be gracious unto us, our merciful God and Father. Blessed be Thy name forever. Amen.”

*[The calculation was made by a team led by astronomer Dr. Simon Driver of the Australian National University in Canberra and announced this week at the 25th General Assembly of the International Astronomical Union in Sydney.]

Spiritual Uplifting


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Are you bruised, dear one,
Too much grief to bear?
Call out to the Son;
Give Him all your cares.

“My grace is all you need,”
Peace carols like a bird.
For you His heart did bleed
Lean hard into His word.

Consider the situation:
Which pain is greater to bear…
A body in degradation
Or a spirit in disrepair?

The body moans and groans;
Fails us more each day;
Wears right to the bone;
To dust it will decay.

But the spirit is eternal,
Lives on and on and on.
Mark it in your journal…
To God your soul belongs.

The body rises from ashes,
The rejected spirit, never.
Bodily pain soon passes;
Pain in hell is forever.

Reject His love and grace?
You bring forth His wrath;
From you He turns His face
You’re on a hellish path.

Thank Him for His love,
His pardon for all sins;
The Spirit ascends above,
New life in heaven begins.

Turn your spirit to God;
Grasp His love and grace,
Uplifting you as you plod
Into His heavenly place.

Bushwhacked

 

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I hate sneaky people, things or animals. They just give me the creeps; you just can’t trust them. They’re usually up to no good.  It had been meandering around my bedroom for weeks probably, since I had last deep-cleaned the room: down from the ceiling, across to the bed lamp, behind the bed table, in-and-out of the headboard railings, ending up in that little quiet dark corner under the chest-o-drawers.

“Aha, there you are!” I hollered and the spider was soon in nether land.

How did I know it was there? How did I find its whereabouts? It left its mark. Those feeble, almost invisible, thin threads were the telltale signs; they were the dead giveaway to its secretive presence.

So too God knows and sees our dark wanderings. He knows the telltale signs: using loose language, lingering over some new juicy gossip, lying, resentment against others and other web tracks of ungodly character.  “Aha, there you are!”

Let’s not walk in darkness, living for those moments in obscure, murky corners. Paul succors us with these words to the Philippians:

“Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended, but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forth unto those things which are before. I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

“Let us therefore, as many as be perfect, be thus minded. And if in any thing you be otherwise minded, God shall reveal even this to you. Nevertheless, where we have already attained, let us walk by the same rule. Let us mind the same thing. Brethren, be followers together of me and mark them which walk so as ye have us for an example.”

Phil. 3:13-17

Leaves…Leaving


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Frank Sinatra’s tune put me in the mood for autumn ponderings.

“The falling leaves
drift by the window,
the autumn leaves
of red and gold,”

LEAVES ARE:

Flaming papery shards burnt to a scratchy crisp–

Floating kaleidoscopes of yellows, oranges and reds–

Flying vibrant pieces of parchment gravitating earthward–

Flippant shreds of tree embellishments settling to the ground–

Freefalling wax papery scraps rehearsing their aerobatics–

Fluttering colorful debris delighting in merry-go-round rides–

Fragile remnants intermingling, forming loosely knit piles–

Fragments of mighty oaks forced into the atmosphere and back–

Fractured leftovers from past sun-filled summer days–

Frolicking foliage dancing wildly in tiny wisps of wind–

Frivolous flecks of decaying verdure appearing here and there–

Fidgeting scrappy leathery rags scurrying across the road–

Falling shapes flip-flopping as they twirl down, down to the ground–

Fiery shapely bits, as ashes from a flame,

Filling the dusty atmosphere with musty sweet aromas,

Flattening horizons of hills, rills and potholes,

Freeing the once green giants from their thick outer coats, and

Flitting pieces of spent adornments returning to the dust.

Love Letter

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Have you ever had a glum day and couldn’t get out of it? Sure, we all have. One of mine popped up a few days ago and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t put on that happy face and smile at the world. I guess you’d call me a grump! Ok. Well, out of grumpiness comes a good idea…sometimes.

Remember this tune?–

I’m gonna sit right down

And write myself a letter,

And make believe it came from you.

I’m gonna write words oh, so sweet

They’re gonna knock me off of my feet,

A lot of kisses on the bottom,

I’ll be glad I got ‘em.

I’m gonna smile and say,

“I hope you’re feeling better,”

And close with love, the way you do.

I’m gonna sit right down

And write myself a letter,

And make believe it came from you.

~Fats Waller

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Well, I wrote myself a letter…and told myself all my troubles, my aches and pains, my hopes and dreams, and whatever else was on my heart. And then I e-mailed it…to myself.

Next I wrote myself another letter…this one was from Jesus. “He” reminded me of who I was and how I was supposed to be living. “He” told me again of those wonderful words of life, and the promises he had made to every believer. He knows every heartache, every teardrop, every single burden ever suffered by the human race. And you know what? Peace began to flow like a river and the heaviness of the day was lifted like the dust filled mist on a cool fall morning.

He signed the letter, “Love, Jesus.”

How could I be glum after all that?!

You see, the exercise released the toxic potion within me, and Jesus threw it into the farthest sea. He is the Healer of mankind and can mend all your broken dreams and days. Partake of your daily supplements; they’re written in the Bible. The Holy Spirit will show you the way. Swallow your pride along with the supplements and you’ll heal much faster.

Maybe you will want to write a letter…

Hey Pete, Johnny, Tom . . .

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A farmer who was out plowing with one mule kept yelling at it, “Giddap, Pete! Giddap, Barney! Giddap, Johnny! Giddap, Tom!“

A stranger, observing this, finally asked, “How many names does that mule have?”

“Only one,” answered the farmer. “His name is Pete, but he doesn’t know his own strength, so I put blinders on him. Then I yell the other names at him, and he thinks three other mules are helping him!”

~

In a serious sense, we sometimes feel we have blinders on when trying to plead our cause before the Lord. “We know not how to pray.”  

Reaching out to others not only strengthens us but deepens our zeal. There is nothing like prayer to bring hope to the downcast, peace to the anxious, or healing to the sick.

James 5:17b “The prayer of a righteous man avails much.”

Matthew 18:20 “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”

~Shalom

HOT DAWG!

 

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It ’s HOT OUT!

dusty

musty

crusty

lazy

hazy

crazy

dewy

pewy

stewy

downright lethargic,

a bad influence on the entire body…

 

Oh well . . . .

 

Have fun and stay cool.

Remember those blessings from God?

Share them with your family and neighbors.

Shalom!

 

(scrap cloth dog made in Illinois by the author)