I reach out

I pull back

constant chaos

stranded on that cliff

a tempest raging

you need Him so badly

He’s right there


His breath against your soul

fluttering your hair

open your heart

you’re one step away

take it


run like the wind

before it pushes me off



As I drove away from work this morning, I had to stop and take this…. it says “serenity” to me.

Good Morning All. Have a wonderful day. Give a stranger a hug. Stop and give that homeless

guy a couple bucks. Love someone. Someone you don’t know. Your entire day will be peaceful.

at peace and free


sad I can’t find him

hovering just there

the tiniest miracle

flitting through the air

making a clicking noise

as he kisses in flight

a miniature rainbow

sparkling green light

but some things about

you don’t need to see

you know they are there

at peace and free

kissing the blossoms

relishing the honey

I think of my life

and dream it was me

Red Ruby


Rhubarb should’ve been called Red Ruby

for it’s blood red color of birth

and Rhubarb doesn’t describe it’s beauty

or it’s delicious bountiful worth

one step away…

You never need to shout

Your thunder isn’t anger

it’s Your great power

unleashed yet tamed

for it is needed

to water Your flowers

You never need to scream

to be heard in the chaos

we just need to listen

when You offer us quietly

death into a beautiful eternity

we think we must jump

run to catch up or race wildly

but we are only one step away

from an unbelievable heaven

from such utter happiness

just one tiny step away

from You

You reach out gently

and touch my soul

Your Spirit whispers so softly

I AM here forever

waiting breathlessly for you


now I understand

why You whisper

for You are only

one step away


“Is the reason you whisper because you’re one step away?” Jason Upton

A book of nameless faces

2-5-15 sunset

the youth of today seem so very lost

the internet creating insecurity and isolation

facebook becoming a book of nameless faces

reaching out for love and desperate consolation

as elders we grew up without being slammed

by images of false beauty and fake fame

most of us remember a time before TV

where a sunset was glory without shame

I wish we could teach them they’re missing out

on a life in real time filled with touch

where self esteem grows with earned value

interaction blessing others, hugs and such

we’ve created this world of robotic loss

full of selfishness and loneliness abroad

where a vast high speed emptiness

is supremely void of a relationship with God



life is so short, so precious

not always so sweet

yet I look forward, and up

to the place we will meet

after a long span, or a moment

slips by in a single blink

we wonder, what did we miss

what did they think

so I say to you, on this day

love love love all you can

cherish above all, every second

for there is no greater plan

I’ve been browsing stories I wrote last year, to submit to a publisher, and came across this one… although its not what I needed, I thought you might enjoy it, in case you missed it the first time. :)

Behold Love!

I went in search of something, I wasn’t really sure what. I ended up at the top of mountain, sat down, leaned against a rock and thought; This is what God see’s, from His point of view. Every thing so tiny, colorful, yet we only see about 1% of the color spectrum, so I thought He must see even more glory. I inhaled slowly, inhaling the brisk, even the molds and damp grasses tickled my nose, the heather just starting to purple. I hear birds calling to me, and wonder what they say; go away, go away. My mind continues on, I let it ramble, ignoring all the junk in my life, down there. I’m above it, I think. Rise above it, I think, and look upwards naturally following my own thoughts.

I finally notice the glow nearby, off to my left, the clouds are almost burning. It startles me out of my mundane thoughts, and I begin to watch it closely. The white is blinding, yet yellows glow even brighter, just as a voice says to me, “I Am here.”

I nearly crack my head open, jerking back into the rock, the pain waking me to instant reality. In a tiny voice, I choke out, “Hello…Father.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

My heart has stopped beating, I’m gasping for air; I think I’m going to have a heart attack. Then my Father says, “Calm, child. Calm.”

I force myself to slow my breathing, feel my heart slowing down a tiny bit, then spit out foolishly, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” For some reason, I think if I’m going die, I better be ready. And this is the only line that pops into my head. I could swear I hear laughter. Deep, chuckling laughter, like my own biological Father would have sounded. It eases me a bit, pretending the voice is my own Father’s, putting my mind to rest that I may not be dying after all.  Hearing what I think is my biological father’s voice actually reassure’s me, even though he passed many years ago, and a part of me knows it’s not him. It doesn’t occur to me that he’s here to usher me on… instead it calms my nerves, perfectly.

My mind starts racing, I’m talking with God, what do I say, what do I want to ask Him? The one question I’ve always wanted to know, I ask, “How did you do all this?” I look at the valley below me, the mountain peaks still covered in snow, the rivers coming together like huge snakes meeting at the bend around a hill.

“I Am.” was all He said. Well, duh, I thought. I heard the laughter again, and smiled, knowing He had read my thoughts.

“Then why?”

“Why not?”

“Because… we’re idiots. We’re destroying it ALL.”

“I create moment by moment, second by second, eternity by eternity.”

“But why us?”

“Why not? Why the bee’s? Why the cougar? I have a grand imagination, just as you.”

I was getting frustrated. I don’t know what kind of answers I wanted or expected, but these were just not detailed enough. Staring into the bright yellow light for too long, I looked away to blink, the dot blocking my vision. When I looked back the clouds were swirling. The yellow was growing, churning, and getting larger. I looked West into the sun, realizing I needed to head down soon, or I’d be hiking in the dark. But how could I possibly leave as long as God was right here, talking to me like my next door neighbor? I know instantly, He will make sure I get home safely, so I relax a bit again, back against the rock, and think. 

I’d been reading this crazy conspiracy story yesterday about what actually happened after 9-11, and the scripture it kept referencing was Isaiah 9:7, so I asked Him, “Lord?”

“Yes, my child.”

“Is it true, what I read in that book yesterday, about the scripture of Isaiah?”

“The word is always true, when I give it.”

“Is the word in the Bible true? All of it?”

“True as they saw fit to write about it.”

“But was it Your Word?”

“It was inspired by My Word.”

“Well, what should we do: should we be Jewish, or Christian, or Catholic or Muslim or…..or what?”

“You should Be Love.”

“Do we have to believe in Jesus, to go to Heaven?” I know these were childish sounding questions, to even me, but I had to get as many questions in as possible, as I didn’t know how long I had to talk to God like this. My mind was racing, chasing every single thought I had ever had about God and Jesus around in circles in my brain. I placed my hand over my heart to calm it, hearing the word “Calm” again, this time inside my head.

“Do you believe in Me?”

“Well, yes, of course.”

“Do you understand what it means to be Holy?”

“Umm, pure, honest, good, loving, kind…” I answered in a half-hearted attempt. Because really, what does Holy mean? In my eyes growing up in a Christian based dousing of beliefs, no one had ever explained to me what Holy really was. The purest of pure … what?

“Holy means I AM. To be I AM you must Be Love. I AM HOLY LOVE.”

“You are pure love? That’s what I AM means? I thought it was ‘the all knowing being’ or something.” I smile along with His laughter again.

“You have more wisdom than you share.” Ouch, I got that. Ok, straighten up, ask proper questions, don’t anger Him whatever you do.

“So many other religions don’t believe in Jesus, are they wrong?” I asked.

“I have sent many Profits, Teachers, even Yeshuah to help you. Even He couldn’t make you see the Light.”

“Have you given up on us?” I started to pray in my head that He wouldn’t say no, then realized I was about to pray to Him, who was right here, and added, “Please don’t give up on us.”

“I Am.”

“Oh thank G… God. Thank You.” This is weird. Really tripping me out. I so want to pull out a cigarette, but think I will be struck by lightning if I do, so I wring my hands instead, cross my legs and sit up, preparing myself for what I really want to know.

“May I ask another question?”

“You may.”

“What am I supposed to be doing?”

“You already know, My child.”


“Exactly what your heart is telling you to do.”

“But what it’s telling me to do, is spread your Word, and I’m trying to do that. Don’t you want me to do anything else? Start a church; hold rallies; be a conduit for You to heal people; scream it from the mountain tops, what?”

“I want you to follow your heart, and Be Love.”

“But that’s so easy. I do that all the time.”

“Do you?”

I had to stop for a moment, and admit to myself, no, not always. Not even most of the time. But I had been trying. For several years now, I had been trying to find the truth about God and Yeshuah. Both… oh, now I know what I have to ask.

“Are you the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost? All three, yet One?” This answer alone could shock the world, if I were to repeat it. So I waited with out breathing for His answer.

“I AM HOLY! I AM LOVE! Do you understand?”

“Yes, sort of.”

“No matter the name you put to it, the teacher who teaches it, the follower who follows it, or the script you try to write about it, Love is truly all that matters.”

“So don’t waste my time on worshiping Yeshuah, just focus on You?”

“Yeshuah taught you to Love I Am First, did He not?”

“Yes, He did.”

“Is Yeshuah My Son?”

“Yes,” I answered. I truly believed He was. I could answer that honestly, because Yeshuah was the ONLY man in all of human history who had walked the Earth in pure love. Others had tried. Others had said they were, but they weren’t. For some reason, I have no idea what, but in my heart I truly believed this. He was special. Different from profits that have come and gone.

“Is the Holy Spirit my Word?”

“Yes.” I answered, half guessing this time, because I still believed they were three separate things.

“It is My Breath, My child. Yeshuah is My blood. So yes, We are I Am.” He stopped for a moment, and I stood up to draw a bit closer to the edge of the mountain, drawn to the light mesmerizing me, and sat at His feet, or what I thought were His feet.

“Was He the Truth, the Light, the Way?”

“Everything He taught was truth and light. His way is My Way.”

I felt very close to God at this point, sitting there looking up at Him. Or at His clouds, with fire in them. It didn’t matter what He looked like, I knew in my heart with out one single doubt that I was talking to God. So I asked him, like I might my own Father, “Are you disappointed in us?”

“I Am.”

At this point I wasn’t sure if He meant He was, or if He was saying again that He was Love. So I said, “Is it near the end?”

“Every second is an ending and a beginning. BE LOVE! HOLD LOVE! BEHOLD, LOVE! Every second of your life. Then your end will not matter or concern you.  There is no tomorrow. There is no yesterday. They are only in your imagination. There isn’t even ten minutes from now. There is only NOW. Every second of your life, Behold, Love.”

I paused here to think a minute, because I couldn’t get that nagging book out of my mind, so I asked Him again, “So like in that Isaiah scripture, that matches up so nicely to current events, and the Judgment you brought against them, will that happen here in the US? Have we removed You from our nation? Denied You repeatedly? Are we facing Your Judgment right now, just like they did?”

“You are one second away from all Eternity, every second of the day. Your Judgment will come when you stand before Me.”

“But have we angered You? Have we pushed You away so far, we face Your Judgment now, like in the scripture, ‘You remove the wedge of safety, You let the terrorists in, through the wall.’ Our leaders have stood and quoted that scripture, like morons, NEVER KNOWING the whole story behind it, and how each time they said WE WILL REBUILD they were only defying YOU! Repeatedly copying that scripture to the letter; they replaced the debris with a new cornerstone, the Sycamore/Fig tree was ripped up from the roots, and then they actually planted a Conifer tree in that same spot, just like a cedar, defying You again! Not once knowing they were fulfilling that ancient scripture. I just can’t believe we’re safe from Your Judgment after they vowed repeatedly to defy YOU, knowing our leaving You is our real problem, and so we did what just they did. Rebuilt higher walls, keep doing the evil shit we’re doing, and blaming it on terrorism.”

“I Am. If there is but one of you left, after the chaos you have wrought that Loves, My Mercy will cover you.”

“So individually, if we don’t believe as some do in the US, in greed, and hate, and murder, we’ll be fine.”

“If you Love, in ALL that you do, you will become love. As you become love, you become Holy. As you become Holy, you become I Am.”

“What if we don’t?”

“When you stand before Me, you will have all eternity to think about it.”

I laughed at that, and heard Him chuckle again. God had a sense of humor. He was not only pure love, but He laughed. That alone made me feel so safe and secure. Why, I don’t really know, except that I had an odd sense of humor myself, so maybe I was just relating to it. Or God actually was like my Father. So caring, so forgiving, so very loving.

I AM His child. I may be half way through my human life, but in His eyes, just like my biological Father’s, I will always be His child.

“Thank you SO much God, for all that You do for me … daily, minute by minute, I can’t even begin to thank You enough.”

“I know. I Am. Now go write a new script about Love. Be love. And know I will always Love you!”

“Yes, Father. Will You give me the Words?”

“I always do.”

I laughed again, tears eking out the corners of my eyes. I felt so good inside, I wanted to stay for ever just chatting with God, but He said, “You must go, or I will have to carry you… again.”

I laughed again, just couldn’t quit grinning up at God, just sat there basking in this wonderful overflowing Love for a minute or two. Finally I signed and asked, “You’ve been carrying me for years, and years. I hope You have one of those back braces, or something?”

“I’ve held worlds in My Hands; you, My child, are like a butterfly’s kiss. A precious butterfly I cherish.”

I stood up brushing off my pants, and smiled hugely up at the clouds, and said as I slowly backed away, just like I always do to my own sons as they head out the door, “Love you SO much.”

God answered, “Love you more.”


~~~~Scripture referenced is Isaiah 9:7 to 9:11 Quoted from Qumran Isaiah Scroll:

(7) The Lord sent a word upon Jacob and it fell in Israel. (8) And the people know, all of them, Ephraim and the inhabitants of Samaria in the pride and largeness of heart saying: (9) The bricks are fallen but with hewn stones we will build. The fig trees are cut down but we will change them to cedars. (10) And YHVH will set on high the enemies of Rezin against him and his foes. He will gather together (11) Syrians from the east and the Philistines behind and they shall eat up Israel with open mouth.  For all this His anger is not recalled but His hand is still outstretched.



God loves me, this I know, very, very much,

I know by His constant forgiveness and His Grace filled touch,

He has never forsaken me, never left me behind,

Not once in my life, not in one moment I can find.


As I stood here, thinking about my life, I realized something about myself that I rarely admit to.

I am the greatest of sinners. I’ve gotten into the habit, each day as I head to work, of asking God to give me the strength to not gossip. You may say to yourself, oh, that’s not a big sin, but it is. It is just as bad as murder, rape, stealing or cheating. For each and every sin.. is just that, a sin. For it not only passes on bad feelings about someone else, and shows I know nothing about true love and forgiveness, but the hate for someone else increases. I am not only hurting this person, I am telling someone else to hurt them also. I am telling them this person should not be loved. I am giving them a reason to not value this person, to not trust this person, and to dislike them, not only for their own reason for this, but adding on mine.

I tell myself, I wouldn’t gossip if I wasn’t surrounded nonstop by people who do, which is true, but it is no excuse. I have no excuse that I can see for allowing myself to jump in and add to this gossip, which I do.

I tell myself I am pulled in by their unhappiness and hate, yet maybe only once a day do I manage to not join in bashing this person.

I tell myself it’s because I work, literally, in a den of thieves. In a place where greed runs rampant, and people are rude, selfish and worshiping money. But this is still no excuse.

I also tell myself, that God has given me this job, not only because I asked for it, but because it is the greatest test of my will and faith, that could have ever been placed before me. And I have failed miserably, almost every single day of work this past year.

I try to be honest with you all, and I realized as I gazed back at some of my recent posts, that I must sound like a true Christian to some of you, but that I truly need to let you all know… this is not the case.

I am a sinner. I am so far from perfect, I am shocked some days, by what comes out of my mouth. I may not kill, I may not lie, and I may not steal, but I clearly show I do not love like God wants me to.

I truly desire to be a true Christian, but as the saying goes, I am a work in progress. I am reaching for God, I am reaching for a goal that is almost insurmountable at times… yet I AM reaching. I AM trying. And I just felt the need today to let you all know… none of us is perfect. None of us even comes close. At least no one that I know personally. And I for one, am at the top of the list!!   But…

I am trying. I am aware of my faults. I am willing to change. But I stumble, often, daily, hourly even. Still… I try.

And once I stop trying.. I will have lost the battle.

So forgive me all, for trying to sound so good and righteous, when clearly I am not. But don’t think for a moment, that I am stopping my pursuit of God! He knows me like no one else, and He still loves me with all His heart. THIS I know! And He forgives me, each day, because He knows… I am trying.

So keep trying… no matter what your battle may be… do not give up. He can forgive you any sin!! And He will. Just don’t give up trying not to commit that sin!

God Bless you all!

I am a Gentile… Why is this important…

Many of us are into a religion, rather than a relationship with God. But Yeshuah, Jesus Christ, did not teach religion. Nothing He taught changed His disciples from being Jewish. They all continued to celebrate Pentecost and to pray at Jewish Temples long after Yeshuah’s death. Paul attended synagogue and kept the laws throughout his life, and the apostles convened a council in Jerusalem. Yeshuah WAS the Lion of the tribe of Judah. He WAS the root of David.

Why do people choose to forget Jesus, Yeshuah, was a Jew? Or worse, to mock them, insisting God has forgotten them, or forsaken them?

Yeshuah was raised Jewish, taught His Father’s laws, and most importantly…

He WAS the Lamb slaughtered, for us all.

EVEN in the book of Revelation… when John weeps because no one is worthy to open the scroll, the elder speaks and says “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed.”

When God spoke to Abraham, he said, “I will establish my covenant as an EVERLASTING covenant between me and you and your descendants after you.”

Do you really think God goes back on HIS WORD? Do you really think that because a few Rabbi’s made the wrong choice, one they were supposed to make, that God would condemn Israel? NO! He said to Abraham, “…I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse, and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.”

We, the Gentiles were meant to be grafted into Israel. PLEASE don’t let any church, any religion, blind you from the WORD spoken from Jesus’ own mouth.

You can not believe only HALF of what He said, and ignore the rest. I am NOT saying you need to become Jewish, for God Loves Gentiles too, what I am saying is that the Jewish were to be a light for us, to lead us to Israel. If you truly believe that Jesus was the Lion who shed his blood as the Lamb to save us and give us a chance at an eternity with God, you must believe ALL that He said.

He said He would return, when the fullness of the Gentiles shines on Israel. Yeshuah did NOT mean fullness as in numbers, he meant “complete”. He meant, when we, the gentiles, were completely brought into the fold of Israel. 

It ISN’T the other way around, we are not to bring the Jewish people out of Israel, we are to JOIN the Jewish people in Israel…becoming Israel… and when this is done, Yeshuah, our Christ Jesus, will come again.

He meant: the full representation of every tribe, language, people and nation ordained by God to be saved in His Final Plan of Salvation.

In Psalms it says, “The Law of the Lord is Perfect.” And Jesus, Yeshuah said, “This is my command…that you love one another.”

It is so simple, and yet we seem to have missed it. Even if the Jews do not believe that Yeshauh was their own Messiah… it does not matter one bit. Because through Jesus Christ, Yeshuah, Son of God, we are all given a chance at Salvation! He did not come to replace the laws of God; He came to enhance them and let us know, we are all under Grace.

Therefore, my final words to you all today, is something that God said long ago that I will (badly) paraphrase, ‘When you pray today, ask God to forgive the sins of your fathers also. You may not be able to repent for your ancestors and all they did, but you can pray for them to be forgiven, so that you and your family will not continue to be cursed from this day forward.”

Have a lovely Blessed day my friends! And hope to see you all someday soon in ISRAEL!!!

:) Love, Deb

It’s a sad sad day in Seattle….

but… we are still CHAMPIONS!!! And our guys played with their hearts!! And we STILL LOVE THEM!!!

See ya all at the Super Bowl NEXT YEAR!!!  :)

The Breadth


a whisper through the trees called to me

as silence settled into my soul

nothing stirred but the light’s rays

touching me in tiny bursts of peace

the sky a halo swirling above

in blue wisps between the leaves

as the breeze spoke in a hushed murmur

“no matter the number

or darkness before you

His kingdom shines beyond

the breadth of the gap”



the Elk tiptoed through the Mole condo complex

passing up the greatest opportunity

a Mormon ever laid eyes on




the clouds hugged the mountains yesterday

missing them after days of sunshine

their silk draped fingers caressing

the solid rocks with a gentle touch

tucking them in for a night

then the sunshine came out again

and demanded they leave

much to my delight

Dying Time

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"Snowy Winter Landscape with Homestead" Painting by Michael Graves From liveauctioneers.com “Snowy Winter Landscape with Homestead”
Painting by Michael Graves
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bury me under the snows
of a quiet cold morning
no need for the green
blades of summer to
cheer my eternity
white blankets
comfort my

occurs in
each season
but wintertime
renders its purity
white with celestial
endowment soft light
unimpeded falls leafless
from heaven’s own fingers

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Matching the Sea

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Tumbled, a deserted child’s sand castle, the rocks lay covered in dark green moss. He waited patiently, his soft blue eyes an ocean of questions. The Pacific rolled in, slowly pushing tiny pebbles to its edge, teased on by the crispy wind. The trees nodded hello, for he was a stranger, not in the least strange, yet curious in a rare uncanny way. Islands off in the distance encircled slowly by lumbering ferry’s intrigued him for a moment, then he turned and shivered. He was used to heat, the dry kind filled with frilly lizards and thorny water sucking plants. His idea of fun was bouncing up and down with sand in his teeth as he raced through the dunes of a lonely wasteland. His idea of birds was the kind who circled above only interested in death. It surprised him to see the ones here were fishing. I wondered what he was thinking as his eyes darkened just then into a slate blue matching the sea, but without saying a word he put his arm around my shoulders and we walked slowly down the rough gravel beach.

Reflected Majesty


I bought a mountain bike a few months ago, got it really cheap. It was over 60 degrees out and it’s only January 26th, so today I took it for a spin. I only traveled around ten miles or so, but these miles were mostly over the Iron Horse Trail, making it much more difficult than you would imagine. I got to thinking, and realized it has been almost 40 years since I rode a bike. I’m sure I’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but as of today… it was worth it. Mt. Si was spectacular, as always, its beauty each and every day changes, but never fails to amaze me. I stopped a few times to take pictures, and pause to thank God for His amazing Majesty! I’ve probably taken 1000 pictures of our mountain, but no matter what direction or place I take them from, they are always glorious. The tree on the right side that sticks up above the others is directly in front of where I live, but about 7 miles behind it. I absolutely love Washington, and am so grateful God led me here 24 years ago. I had dreams of becoming a Geologist, with the hopes of someday studying volcanoes, or maybe riding through the woods on horseback as a Forest Ranger, but the University of Washington had different ideas about my future. So now I work each day just so I can spend my time off enjoying this incredible area. This is Mill Pond in the front, where years ago they used to store cut logs, but now is home to many Canadian Geese, Blue Heron and a million other birds and wildlife. I plan to kayak to the far side this summer, or heck, maybe tomorrow if it stays this beautiful out, just to see what’s on the other side; because hey, just like the chicken, I must cross because it’s too far to go around! Hope you all are having a wonderful January too, and if I haven’t said it in a while, have a lovely day! Enjoy life each day, in any way you can. I highly recommend hiking, biking, kayaking… and oh yeah, paragliding!!! Which of course, I am taking lessons this year to learn to fly all by myself, so I will be posting pictures of that in the near future!!

Take care! and GOD BLESS :)



bursting up from the earths core

rocks formed from deep below

reach for the sky with earnest

a fiery desire began long ago

rising with dignity scraping the sky

guarding the valleys of shallow lands

pure majesty transcending glory

created by God’s own graceful hands


1 rainy river


The whispering wind speaks in a flutter

of tapping rains and cracking twigs

settling softly around the trees

encircling them in a memory

of what once was.


A melancholy timber fills the air

as it bares its saplings to the rush

of a chilling torrent suddenly racing

through the forsaken forest

trying to outrun the coming dusk.


Bent limbs grasping at the gale

pleading to the stormy sky

as one mighty trunk aches with loss

as it bows towards the past

of summer sunshine and blossoms.

I’ve always dreamed…

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I’ve always dreamed of God speaking to me

yet some days, like today, I did not shine

and it saddens me

to think I don’t deserve it

to realize that I’m not nearly good enough

to deserve His direct contact

yet its not like I don’t realize I fail

miserably, a lot, often, I fail

I let my anger and impatience

take over, ruin my day

ruin any chance I may have

and it saddens me

to know, I know, I know deep down

I don’t deserve to speak to Him

the Holiest being, The Creator

yet a tiny little spot

right inside my heart

still waits, still hopes

that one day I will rise

higher than the mountains

higher than an eagle flies

and I know, I know, deep down

I will speak to Him

on that day

Proverbs 4:23 (Tin Man)

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Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life. (Proverbs 4:23)

Read: Genesis 48:1-49:33, Matthew 15:29-16:12, Psalm 20:1-9, Proverbs 4:20-27

Relate: The tin man in the story The Wizard of Oz didn’t start out as a tin man. Before he became rusted to a standstill on the yellow brick road, the tin man was once a real woodsman. He was in love with a beautiful maiden but the witch hated their love and she cast one spell after another on the woodsman. Each time she did he lost a limb and it had to be replaced with an artificial appendage. Finally the ax slipped and cut his heart in two. He finally was fully refitted in tin and at first he thought it was the greatest thing in the world. He was a much harder worker, he was more efficient and he needed far less rest…

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Life Is Too Short


tiny little lives touched by light

a multitude fresh as spring dew

surviving snowfall and frosty mornings

seeming undaunted and bright

their perkiness and fullness unmatched

as each morning they fearlessly stand strong

teaching us that life is too short

to waste hiding in a dark corner

sheltered and alone on a long winters day


01eagle at work


the wind may drive my face deep into my collar

and my eyes might begin to water

as my mind shivers at the perilous ascent

as my soul soars with an eagle

on wings that carry me through life

Out There



a vast sky fades from blue to black

the emptiness seems to go on forever

even the cold shivers out there

space filled to the brim with nothing

but a star tossed here and there

a few rocks ricochet in chaos

and a tiny manmade machine floats

blindly towards and into the black

unknown unsure and unable

to reach the next star

a species leaves behind mass destruction

to search for another species

to what… destroy, visit with

get that all-consuming answer

to how it all began and why

why are we here

we desperately need to know

because we are not happy here

we can’t stop killing each other

we are killing our planet by the hour

yet we still search the vast heavens

hoping for what? WHAT?

what could we possibly learn

that would change our species

into one that loves, cares, gives,

shares, dreams, hopes,

believes in kindness, justice, truth…

for that is what we need

that is what we crave

that is why we are HERE

do you really think we can find any of that

out there?



Stop Saying “God Never Gives You More Than You Can Handle!”

God did not GIVE you cancer.

God did not GIVE you a divorce.

God did not GIVE you a handicapped child.


strength to handle any situation,

love by surrounding you in His arms,

and the grace to rise to Him!


brandon in italy on top of stromboli


I remember a day… giggling for hours

over nonsense, useless ideas, the drama

then one of us looked out the window

the other rushed over and there you were

the one she wanted

in only one full minute, mouth dangling open

silent motionless, it sank in

you were the one

you were the one

I had dreamed about

you were the one I had created

from too many romance novels

day dreams on a hillside

the man imposed upon a G.I.Joe Ken doll

the one who always drove the massive dump truck

bright yellow in the sunlight making his camo too visible

hours spent picturing

my dream man

this hard working soldier who would have blond hair

slate blue eyes

that sparkle when looking my way

become steely when danger is near

gorgeous and sexy and of course

would love me like no other woman

but you were lost in the shallow beauty

and the physical realm

drawn away only seconds later it seemed

and I saw it in the flicker of your eyes

you were wordless

not a writer

you had no comprehension

of the imagination

of the possibilities

of a dream come true

The Glory of a sunset


The Glory of a sunset

isn’t just about the earth

curling away from it’s warmth

coming to learn to appreciate it more…

its the streams of sunbeams

making it shimmer like diamonds

its ripples scattering to the winds

across an impetuous cobalt river,

or dancing on the needles of a silent forest

twitching with the tail of a sunbathing squirrel…

its the peaceful mood you sink into

without even a whispered sigh,

you sway with the rivers speed

pulled along to another place entirely,

inhale a gentle hint of pine laced sunshine

realizing you made it through another day

and exhale a happy “thank you, God.”

This is The Glory of a Sunset





do not flash that bulb in my eyes again

do not force me to puke on you

do not tell me to smile

do not tsk tsk at me

do not turn away from me

do not tell him he is so cute

do not compare any of them to me

do not forget who is your boo

do not be mistaken

I have a hairball with your name on it

and I have to pee


02 fiery sunset (2)


flames licked aimlessly

frolicking on the edge

a feral dance

full of wild wishes

obsession coming to life

in a brilliant flush

fuming at the core

by a kindled lust searching

through slivers shivering

below an angry rage

a gaping need

trying to inhale serenity

gulping at the taste

of evaporated hope

just out of reach

an inflamed breathlessness

screams at the sudden recoil

realizing with cold concern

its heart is seared

burning out witlessly

just a fiery luster

a blink or two long





A Trace


his mood shifted

from distance to blame

his eyes haunted remembering

how honesty turned to shame

a tear hovered on the edge

as he jerked looking away

into the beyond unknown

of an intensely longed for day

a blink of meek cowardice

flashed across the hazel flecks

thinking of his life tripping by

in years of desperate wrecks

looking back at life gone by

a squandered youth of pain

trembling and dire indiscretion

falling further toward insane

still he wavered picking his nails

his need growing scratching at his face

his legs pumping in nervous fear

not a shred of dignity left…

not even a trace



from the shadows

I can almost feel the warmth

the cool tint teases me

reaching into haze

I seek

a silent tone

bending the darkness

stretching into a brightness

but I hug the dusk

of obscurity


in the dimness

comforts my gloom

and surrounds me in a gray

veil of murky angles

tangling fear

in a bow

tied up in shades

scented with a haunting

like a plague pursuing old bones

trying to blot out my trail

of dark sunken steps

as I stumble


into the light

A lonely bench


smiling, deeply, at the glory I see

I sit on a lonely bench covered in snow

placed at the top of a ridge at bird level

yet the birds are gone for now

and I’m lost in the silence

the crisp air tingling in my lungs

as a tiny snow shower shimmers

from the trees gently swaying

I can see my home far below

yet its empty for now, cold

and missing my lost child

who miles away may be also sitting

lonely on a bench in the snow

sometimes prayers just aren’t enough

to fill that hollow hurt

that seems as wide as the valley

and reaches to the distant sky

Tiny Extravagance

1 a a


the peace you feel when the snow falls

like silent wafting flakes

each one a tiny miracle

sent from heaven above

the love you feel when a child grasps

your finger for the first time

holding on in a tiny grip

full of trust and innocence

the kindness of a stranger giving

you help when you’re stranded

without expecting

a single tiny thing in return

the joy you can’t contain inside

when your child giggles

as they take a tiny step

for the first time

all the tiny things that make life

so spectacular and amazing

cost nothing…

spend all your heart on them!


sand twinkled in the moonlight

oh but it was a silent night

you could almost hear the world sigh

as peace descended from on high

the animals paused all together

birds sat quietly in a flock of feather

ancient men softly repeating hosanna

as angels sang a glorious Hallelujah


and right before that very moment

in an instant of pure unsurpassed love

a tiny baby was being born

the Blessed seed from God above


not a cloud appeared in the deep blue

only awe and anticipation grew

as a bright star above pulsed rapidly

its pure white light shining intrepidly

as the wind ceased to gust and gale

a full moon rose in an aura of pale

for nothing on Earth had ever come close

to the Glory and Will of a Heavenly Host


and at that extraordinary moment

in an instant of unparalleled Deity

a tiny baby named Yeshuah was born

the most Blessed Gift from God Almighty


Happy Birthday Yeshuah


Merry Christmas to all!

The Eve

awe, tis the eve before the Lord’s birth

none could fathom its unequaled worth

a little Mamma would hold her babe tight

the others looking up at the bright light

soon snuggling up to her breast he took

his eyes opening with that very first look

the breath that began a life long event

a veil pulled aside and later to be rent

but for now the greatest joy rose from above

as God Blessed Us All with HIS AMAZING LOVE


I have this sword…

some days I swing like a girl

once in a while I slash like a superhero

and other times

I simply stick it in the ground.

This same sword can protect me

if I decide firmly to use it.

This sword can cut down my enemies

no matter how strong they may be.

It is so strong it makes me fearless.

And this sword… was made by the best.

This sword is my ‘will’

some days I go back and forth

once in a while I cut to the chase

and other times

I simply stick it straight in the dirt

standing my ground.

This sword was given to me

ten thousand years ago

when God gave me ‘choice.’

He handed me this sword

and said…

“Choose Wisely.”


“Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.”
Matthew 10:34


Shards Of DuBois:

WOW, Neeraj hit this one on the nail! if you know anyone addicted to meth, this is exactly how they think!!! SUPER GOOD!

Originally posted on EXPOSED EMOTIONS:

I’m old, I’m the youth,
I’m a white lie and complete truth,
I’m trouble – inevitable,
I’m the resolve, around which I revolve,
I’m epicenter and the circumference,
I’m the beginning, I’m the end,

I’m a star,
In a deep outer space,
I’m blamed for indifference,
I heat exoplanets,
I’m camouflaged and I’m bare,
I’m notorious for nonexistence, I don’t care,
I’m life,
I’m beyond alive,
I’m nothing, I’m all, I’m a lot;
I’m just but a dot.

I’m guardian, I’m the death,
I’m disease, the cure and aftermath,
I’m drought, I’m petrichor,
I’m infinite and even more,
I’m oblivion, I’m resuscitation,
I’m blood and the flood, I’m dehydration,

I’m a star,
In a deep outer space,
I’m blamed for indifference,
I heat exoplanets,
I’m camouflaged and I’m bare,
I’m notorious for nonexistence, I don’t care,
I’m life,
I’m beyond alive,
I’m nothing, I’m all, I’m a lot;
I’m just…

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the brume

the brume:

He chose the shallow shadows swirling crushing gripping his soul and in one jolt of electric pain

the shattering sound of hope exploded in my heart.

Twelve days of Christmas joy thrown to the dogs of hell

chasing him all the way down a road with no end in sight.

I hear the demons hot laughter as burning incessant insistent fire

rages through his rotting bones in a torrid expansion of desire.

My tears chase him exhausted blistering at the edge of a pit that no hand can grip

without scorching the flesh dragging all who try to ruin.

I see the murk like the slime of a thousand slugs dripping across his path

as he slips and falls and his will flails.

A nebula of gloom and dusk clouds over his clear eyes

like the brume of erebus blinding him from the light

binding him once again in the darkness known only as

pure unadulterated evil.

None Stand Brighter!



None Stand Brighter!


Of kings and queens

None stand brighter

Than a lamb of pure blinding white

His only royalty

A shepherds hook

And a star shining brilliantly bright

His blood wasn’t blue

He didn’t wear velvet

And His crown was made of thorns

He remained meek

Never tarnished His Glory

Only the love of His Father adorns

His eyes were clear

His Word held dear

His truth and His love unequaled

His kindness unrivaled

His fairness a blessing

His life and death repeatedly retold

He didn’t judge others

He didn’t fight back

And He never rested on a pile of gold

He said “Follow Me”

And “Peace to All”

His arms always ready to hold

We celebrate

Every single year

This one amazing birth above all others

Because He still lives

This Prince of Peace

Not once failing to love his brothers

He Rose above evil

Then and even now

And He’s promised to return one day

His name is Yeshuah

And He Is and Was

The Truth, The Light and The Way

To all my fellow writers….

Good morning all. I have a question for you… I am wondering how many of you actually WRITE for a living?

I would love to be a writer every day of my life, and make a living at it. But I need a LEGIT company to work for, and am wondering if any of you know of any company who actually hires writers to work for them.

I have seen all the scams out there on the internet where you do editing work or write tiny blurbs for pennies for each piece… and could not survive on that.

So I am reaching out to you all, to see if any of you know of a REAL company who hires writers???

As you know, this blog I write here is dedicated to God, but I write all kinds of things, and do editing for others, beta reading, too, and would love to be able to write for a living, even if it’s just ads, blurbs, blogging, short stories, really anything that is LEGITIMATE!!

Trying to find a real job on the internet is not only incredibly hard, it’s scary! There are sooo many places that are just there to rip you off, or send you out phishing, that I’ve given up on trying to find a job online, unless I know the person offering it.

So please, if any of you, MY FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS, knows of a real job I could apply for… please take a minute and respond!!

THANKS so much, and thanks for following me for two years… you’ve made my life so much more complete by just taking the time to read my blog!!

Deb  :)





like a hummingbird

flitting in and out of a turtlehead flower

flitting in and out of my heart


like a butterfly

fluttering up and down in a breeze

fluttering up and down my spine


like a bird in flight

soaring high over life’s doubts

soaring high no matter what lies below


like a busy bee

buzzing in circles around my head

buzzing in circles is eternal


like a mockingbird

repeating a phrase such as:

he who has hope, has everything


therefore in this very moment

I have everything

… everything