A single solitary beauty
glorious and unmatched
encircled in thorns
unlike anything seen before
enveloped in majestic perfection
opening His heart
and giving His life
for all of us
not just some
for us all
I read something a few days ago, that seemed to leap into my soul. I’ve heard of similar things, but never explained in this way. It Took Hold, reverberating through my mind like waves pushing against the sand. A new understanding filled with wonder and joy. It was this: the Holy Spirit creates miracles.
The Holiest of all spirits, the Holy Spirit, also known as the Holy Ghost, or the Ruach ha Kodesh, or what I have come to believe is simply GOD’s own Soul… can stop time, or remove it’s effects all together, while performing a miracle. It fills in where there is something missing or needed. And once it has consumed the situation, it leaves a part of itself behind, allowing for nothing else to enter. It can purify, strengthen, absolve and redeem. It is God’s own Soul, touching us for a split second, altering us, in ways beyond our apelike knowledge.
It’s as if we’re empty, and the Holy Spirit fills us. Or maybe we were just a quart low on one character. Maybe we need honor, or strength of will, or even just a boost in virtue, and with a single breath from the Ruach ha Kodesh we are perfected.
It’s like God is here, enveloping us in His Perfect Love. Which in turn makes everything return to perfection. His perfection. His Love. His Way. This is the miracle. For a tiny spec of time, all is in complete perfection. How much remains afterwards is up to the Holy Spirit, I would guess.
But for years I only thought of Yeshuah as being The Miracle Maker; due to the miracles He preformed while alive and dead. Yet something kept nagging at me though, why would we need the Holy Spirit? Some people believe it’s only for God to speak to us through, that tiny voice of goodness we all hear when we are about to sin! Do you listen to that voice? Sometimes? Or do you see phrases from the scripture’s popping into your mind; things you’ve memorized flashing by like on a moving billboard.
Scriptures that were written about YHVH, (God) and Yeshuah (Jesus the Christ) and The Ruach ha Kodesh (The Holy Spirit.)
It rarely matters how the little nudge is achieved; only the end result.
It made sense to me though, to evolve just a hair, to allow the thought to enter my conscious and unconscious mind; absorbing it like love. Taking it in, and letting it take hold. How incredibly wonderful… that the Ruach ha Kodesh is God’s own miracle maker. I’ve known for years that Yeshuah, or Jesus, put the Holy Spirit into the disciples to make them conduit’s for God’s miracles, but it had never occurred to me that the Ruach was also there for that purpose. Giving the ancients super powers to change the course of history. I used to picture bolts of lightning or God’s giant finger pushing through the clouds to achieve His purposes, but just by letting His Holiest-of-all-Holy Spirit enter in, the miracle is done.
Emmanuel; God With Us
Thank You Father!
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.
“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.”
“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?”
“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.”
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?”
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.
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
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!
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
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
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
I just love this young mans voice! Happy Birthday Jesus… early! 🙂
PEACE TO YOU ALL!!!
and HAVE A HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
I’m blessed for His arms surround me
I’m blessed when I kneel on bended knee
I’m graced with good health and life
I’m graced He loves me during strife
I’m honored to be called His very own
I’m honored to know I’m never alone
I’m thankful the Lord above forgives
I’m thankful to show all in me He lives
messed up and lost or full of life and love
teetering on the edge or rising up above
no matter their path or number of days
they take our hearts with them always
we are truly gifted with their presence
even when dealing with their nonsense
still we give them every inch of our soul
our hearts our love and they make us whole
Thank You God for giving us children to love
Blessing us Gloriously like only You do above
my season of pain is coming to an end
I twist my fingers in a clinch
yearning, never ending yearning
fills my soul like a vast emptiness
swirling against endless walls
spreading into an infinity
of hope just hanging on the edges
slipping dripping trying to escape
its face peeking from a ripple
rolling away with every grasp
of my crippled hands my heart
aching matches the distance
dense and free as the infinity
circles round and back to me
and I finally see it’s His retina
holding me my world my heart
forever in an infinity of hope
for God so loved the world
His amazing love unfurled
as He gave His only begotten Son
to a world He had already begun
that whosoever believeth in Him
no matter your faith or goyim
shall not perish
for He will always cherish
and show us the way
up that glorious stairway
to teach us the truth
from a beginning like Ruth
and have everlasting life
never ending without strife
there is no greater Father than above
He is the meaning of True Love
Happy Father’s Day
People say to me all the time, “Why are you so damn happy?” “You’re dirt poor, your job sucks, you’re divorced, one of your kids is a meth-head ….why are you so happy?”
To be honest, for the most part, maybe 70%, is just my personality. I was raised poor, with 6 older brothers and 1 sister, and life was crazy! And if you can’t learn to laugh at life, or laugh with them, you’ll never survive.
But the other 30% is all God. When I have a problem, any little problem at all: I’m out of cat food, my truck is coughing, my breaks are squealing, the rain is keeping me inside…. or even the big problems: food for me, can’t pay my bills, or just worrying about my sons… I’ve gotten into the habit of just talking to God. He is always there, in my mind, in the back of my mind, and I talk to Him ALL the time… and I know He’s listening. So that even if I can’t pay those bills, or haven’t heard from my son for 2 months, or even just “please make it stop raining”, I KNOW He hears me. That’s all it takes. I feel better inside, I feel real peace, and even if the money I need doesn’t appear magically, or my son doesn’t call, I still feel better.
The stress just fades away, and my attitude becomes, “oh, well, I’ve done what I can.”
You’d be amazed at some of the things I talk to God about. Crazy shit! lol But no matter what it is, I know in my heart He is there, listening. And when I finally break down and ask for something specific, like; “Please let me hear from my son?”… within a day or even an hour, he will call. “I just called cause it’s been a while, and I know you’re worried, Mom, but I’m ok….” and that is how the call starts! If I’m out of food, which I am quite often, living on minimum wage and only working part time, I may have can food in my cupboard’s that I don’t like to eat, because I know it’s full of sodium and preservatives so it just sits there, so I know I won’t starve if it comes down to it, but even when I just say, God, I’m hungry, in no time one of my friends will show up and either bring me something yummy they’ve made, or insist we go out for lunch… it just happens. Granted I have some pretty stellar friends, but for them just to show up with food, for no reason whatsoever, not knowing I’m going without, it just being Blessed by God. There is no two ways about it, God takes care of me. When I couldn’t pay my electric bill in January, and I was trying to get the electric company to hold off on shutting me off, the girl at the counter says, “Do you know the Salvation Army in Snoqualmie will sometimes help you, if you take in your disconnection notice?” I had never heard of this before, and didn’t even know we had a Salvation Army office in town. So I drive over there and they paid it in full. Just like that. No questions asked, no forms to fill out! And then a a few months ago I was struggling again, ran the bill up to over $300 before they were going to shut me off again, and this time they told me to call Hopelink. Another charity organization that will help if you are low income. Long story short, the girl said I had made a couple hundred dollars too much to qualify, but after hunting down all my pay stubs for an entire year, I did qualify based on it that way. They paid not only my bill, but I qualified for over $750, that they applied to my bill. Which means I haven’t had to worry about my bill for 3 months now!!! Talk about PEACE of MIND! and Thank You God!!!
Now if I can just hang on until my position becomes full time, I will be ok. That is if I can put up with being yelled at daily by angry people. Hah! But, I ask God each morning to send the angry people to someone else, and just let my calls be people with just questions, and SO FAR, it’s been working wonderfully!!! LOL Of course I feel bad, because the other girls get the angry people, but I needed a break from it, before I quit. I know I can’t walk away from this job, and truly needed the peace to keep it.
You cannot convince me, no matter how hard you may try, that God does not hear us! I have had too many miracles in my life, and too many times I have reached out in pain or suffering of some kind, only to have God answer my prayers almost immediately.
I kid you not, folks, when I say God takes care of me, I am not kidding, or lying in any way!!!
My prayer for you all is to find Peace also, every minute of your lives, and all you have to do is just ASK! HIS NAME IS EMANUEL!!! It means “GOD WITH US!”
And if you don’t believe…. I dare you to try it! Just once. I dare you! 🙂 And I will pray God Blesses you in a way you never thought possible!!
He can move MOUNTAINS people!! Just give it a whirl!!! Take care, and talk to you soon! Love, Deb
an eternity stretches
beyond my heart
a beauty touches
pulling me apart
its a landslide
on a mountainside
just adoring You
a breathless whisper
races across my soul
a windless call
echoes through my whole
then I’m screaming
just adoring You
I’m coming home
I’ll never be alone
sitting below Your throne
just adoring You
sailing on a sea
soaring in a sky
reaching into blue
an amazing high
fills my sight
but it’s You
just adoring You
I’m going home
I’ll never be the same
sitting below Your throne
just adoring You
(this is a song I wrote, wish I knew someone who could sing it!) 🙂
I participated in my first Seder at sunset. It was strange, yet quite wonderful in that each step and every tiny bit of food and wine was preempted by a prayer of thanks and blessing and praising God.
Now I wait for the first BLOOD RED MOON of this year, which is around 1:45am (4-15-14). I have been told there will be 4 Blood Moon’s, 2 this year and 2 next year, something that hasn’t happened since Abe Lincoln’s time, so I’m still up, waiting to see it!
Hallelujah! Nothing like a good BLOOD MOON to get the crazies going; the wolves howling and the apocalypse predictors losing their ever lovin’ minds!!!
Enjoy All, hope you don’t miss it!
even the silence stood still
the stars froze in a twinkle
and YHVY breathed life
kissing his forehead
his heartbeat began
the wind stirred joy
he inhaled the beginning
and exhaled his soul
across a timeless moment
angels burst into Hallelujah
saving a trillion souls
in an instant
blinking for the first time
his lashes brushed away
darkness with a smile
lighting his gentle eyes
YHVY’s eyes looking out
hoping against hope