Heavenly Flares

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Thank you for the memories,
The joys and wonders of life,
The blessing of divine glories…
What peace abundantly rife!

You birthed me as a baby girl,
Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;
Tenderly kissed my golden curls
As I snuggled in her charms.

Thanks for all my family and friends,
Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.
Sunshine and rain brought amends
As You sought to establish Your seeds.

Oh God, my sins no longer sting
They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.
He entered into my life to bring
A life so much more prestigious.

Your truth appeased my doubting heart;
I was healed by Your living waters.
Eternal life You did impart
To my spirit and many others.

I peered inside my very soul;
Faithfully, You are present there.
See that loving spirit glow…
A sweet heavenly flare!

You Gotta Have Heart

 

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Psalm 139:23 “Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know me and see if there be any wicked way in me…”

Recently I sought my doctor’s advice regarding a chronic imbalance problem.  He directed me to undergo a stress test to evaluate my heart’s functions.  The first phase of this test is a cardiac ultrasound machine which takes pictures of the heart in action prior to the stress-induced treadmill aspect. Following the treadmill exercise, the patient returns to the ultrasound machine for additional pictures of the heart which is now recovering from the stress.

As I lay upon the table underneath the machine, I watched its creeping movement as it tediously crossed over the chest area, clicking photos as it swept the heart area from the right to the left. Words from a psalmist came to mind as this medical contraption fulfilled its duty for the technician. “Search me, oh God, and know my heart…”

Laying there I prayed, “Lord, search my heart and my spirit as this machine is doing. Search out any defects or irregularities that inhibit my heart and make it whole again. You are the Creator and know me through and through. You don’t need pictures to review; you made all the parts. I lay here spread out before you and confess any sinful willfulness. Repair my heart, Lord, and correct its path. Point it in sync with your will and purpose. Thank you, Father. You are the Great Technician. In Jesus’ name.”

Amen!

Declaration

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I heard the moaning of hills and valleys,
The discord beneath these United States;
Utter turmoil heaves up the sod and dirt,
While sacred blood and bones, it obliterates.

July fourth, seventeen hundred seventy-six,
A declaration was solemnly laid down,
Ending in the absolution of all our past
Allegiance to the tyrannical British Crown.

“When in the Course of human events…”
It published solemnly, and boldly declared
“…we hold these truths to be self-evident…”
(Down the barrel of a British cannon we stared.)

“…that all men are created equal,” it avowed
With “unalienable Rights,” by their creator,
“…Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
The British government soon shouted, “Traitor!”

We prayed “protection of divine Providence,
And mutually pledged each other our Lives,
Our Fortunes and our sacred Honor,” too;
For “freedom and independence” we strive.

May we gives thanks to God for His provision of such stalwart forefathers who began the framework for this great nation. God bless these United States!

The Holocaust Happened!

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Knuckles of uniformed SS troops
Knocking

Voices hushed, hidden behind doors,
Talking

Feet of frantic ones shuffling, slowly
Walking

Spirits of bravery waning, yet still
Balking

Train cars swallowing up entire families
Shocking

Gassed bodies at death camps ghastly
Gawking

Nazi soldiers crazed, hatefully defiant,
Mocking

Dead body after dead body after dead body
Clocking

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Holocaust time at . . .
Auschwitz-Birkenau
Belzec
Bergen-Belsen
Bogdanovka
Buchenwald
Chelmno
Dachau
Gross-Rosen
Herzogenbusch
Janowska
Jasenovac
Kaiserwald
Majdanek
Maly Trostenets
Mauthausen-Gusen
Neuengamme
Ravensbrück
Sachsenhausen
Sajmište
Salaspils
Sobibór
Stutthof
Theresienstadt
Triblinka
Uckermark
Warsaw

Holocaust Day: the day of remembrance.

Never forget!

From Viet Nam and Back

© Jeanne E Webster

Life is filled with many wonders, some shrouded in golden ecstasy while others forever etched with tears from tortured souls. It is an arduous and exhilarating labor, long and short, hopeful and hopeless, fulfilling and fleeting, and promising and forsaking.

Life begins with a scream and ends with a moan, loves one day and hates the next, promises the world with one hand and waves goodbye with the other.

Somewhere in-between these dynamics, babies are born and people die, lovers marry and the disillusioned divorce, families build up and discord knocks down, adults fight and children hurt. Such is life.

Mature life begins with shy smiles, cuddling looks, love oozing from the seams of passion, pure innocence in all its meant-to-be fashion.

Babies are snuggling from the breast, prideful glances exchanged, cooing and oh-so-gentle touches of love, and brief bliss and fulfillment. Home was security until a thing called war bombed the soul out of young hearts just beginning their walk down the aisle of life.

The eruption of a foolhardy war blasted on the idyllic scene and in a few short years, family units deteriorate into shambles, love turns to hate, children tremble in frightening anguish. Parents divorce, bitterly forging a sword of despair and unforgiveness into once solid family trees—forever.

Like animated ghosts of the past, fathers and mothers trod wearily along what’s left of life, separated by wounds too deep to heal and too long ago to remember.  Children are resilient but deeply hurt nonetheless. They reach adulthood and marry, clinging dearly to high hopes, bearing young and slowly beginning their family trees. But all too soon they realize that. . .

“Life begins with a scream and ends with a moan, loves one day and hates the next, promises the world with one hand and waves goodbye with the other.”

A story told by an angel on the wing, carrying heavenward life’s shattered things.

Awesome Blessings

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Deut. 10:21 “You are my praise, and You are my God, who have done for me these great and awesome things which my eyes have seen.”

Thank you, Lord, for these blessings:

Seeing love through unloving circumstances

Growing up sheltered within an unsafe environment

Appreciating not always having enough to eat or nice clothes to wear

An angelic grandmother’s protection in my early years

A good mind and healthy body so I could attend school and learn

Four children to birth and love

Children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren

Brothers and sisters and half-brothers and half-sisters

Learning about Jesus and loving Him as a very young child

The vast amount of wisdom in the Bible

A loving heart for all God’s creation

A forgiving spirit to be used for all wrongs done against me

A contrite spirit after acknowledging my sins

A rejoicing heart and spirit to lift my praises and thanks to You

A thankful heart and spirit to appreciate each and every blessing

The many hearts that have encouraged and prayed for me. . .

Today, for the tools You have given me to use in Your name;

Tomorrow, though it is not here yet, I know it awaits me.

Amen and amen!

My Sacred Refuge

 

 

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Psalm 55:8 (KJV) “I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.”

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Everyone occasionally needs a place to escape the cares of this world, be it a quiet room, a shed, a nook in the barn, a fence post, or a piece of land where nothing intrudes into one’s thoughts and feelings. The burdens of the soul shall melt away whenever one slips into this serene, sacred realm.

For many a year, my place of refuge was a tiny chunk of land resting beside the Flint River. It was merely half an acre, but my, what a busy patch of green!

Squirrels scurried here and there burying their nuts for the long cold winters while frolicking rabbits waltzed around the grove of prickly crabapple trees. Gorging on bugs and grubs by the thousands, fat and sassy moles punched the rich, dark loam upward into long tunnels crisscrossing the grassy field. Various ducks and geese nestled alongside the banks of the rippling, cool water, displaying their beauty and serenity, whereas the feisty kingfishers zoomed overhead, diving into the murky river for their catch of the day. In the early morning dew, occasionally a deer would come tiptoeing along the lower bank, tenderly chomping fallen acorns.

Whenever this idyllic wonderland beckoned to my sagging spirit, I’d mosey on down and head for a special old tree alongside the riverbank. Snuggling down next to its weather worn trunk, I’d silently sit for a while and spiritually blend in with the land.

I sensed the spirit of the trees and the grass, the leaves and the dirt, the river and the animals, the wind and the rain, the snow, the fog, and the mist.

Within my soul came healing as I rested and communed with God. I’d tell Him all my troubles, my needs and sins, mention folks in need of prayer, praise Him for all His blessings, and thank Him for His grace. Sighing softly as the tenseness within my weary body slowly ebbed away, my spirit was restored, fully refreshed and strengthened to face anew the matters at hand.

Thank you, Father, for that mystical plot of land that served so faithfully as my refuge many years ago. Those memories shall be treasured forever.

Shalom