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Majestic Perfection

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A single solitary beauty

glorious and unmatched

encircled in thorns

unlike anything seen before

enveloped in majestic perfection

Rose

opening His heart

and giving His life

for all of us

not just some

for us all

Yeshuah Rose

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In An Instant

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beauty and death swirled into one

the light a pale kiss upon deep magenta veins

the Creator’s design to teach us Hope

for life is evolving in front of our eyes

one minute opening like a slow dance

the next withering into a curl of loss

darkening into dried silken ash

but before falling softly to the ground

another slow dance peels open God’s heart

blossoming into Hope in an instant

A BARREN LAND

 

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wisps of love sail across a barren land

as time settles all like a calm breeze

tickling the toes of a dead season

melting the cold into bubbling spring

rounded jade and pine covered hills

skirting a majesty like none ever seen

fading the rust and rugged rocks

a tempest shadow over budding green

Sway Away

 

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finding your tree of life

Glory kisses a seed

grow towards the light

rinse in the falling rain

shine and bow

once rooted sway away

for the light is grown in you

and hope is your seed

 

find the Messiah in you

the Hope of Glory

burning in the light

leave darkness to fall

shine from your soul

stretch your branch of hope

resting in the Messiah

the Hope of Glory

Further

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rising from the ashes

stirring the wind of a lost world

to save a species unworthy

more beautiful than an eagle

no flaming phoenix compares

soaring a slow sacred spiral

eyes surveying lush green

rolling into grays and dark

filthy boxes of mortality

shadowed by the girdle

of rising peaks of white

in a breath or a moment

of cleanliness and clarity

before carnality dances by

filling the streets now tiny

slipping away

wings gliding

His soul smiles

as He rises further

and further

away

His Hope

Fulfilled

Gliding In Emptiness

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busy

busy, always so busy

buzzing from one stray thought to another

around a stalk of witless obsession

a deep need filled with perceptions

of life, the edges of a feathered fracture

to tap dance across

or fluttering

on a breeze of easy answers

as life, bored into years of numbness 

becomes a drone hovering

unaware

you are gliding in emptiness

and your heart has missed its journey

never pausing your flight to wonder why

not even for one slender moment

so long as you are busy,

busy, always so busy

Flames of His Sigh

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His Glory swirls in pure Holiness

blazing with fire and a furious cry

folds of His Mantle awash

rippling with each unbelievable ‘Why’?

His confusion over our choices

tumbling the clouds in the sky

with His Hope peeking through barely

in a pure white slice of die

His Power to lovingly create

or destroy it all from on high

clearly displayed for you

in the Glorious Flames of His Sigh

Life Finds A Way

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Life finds a way

in a river

atop a bus sized boulder

with only a few things needed:

sunshine, water

and something to hold onto.

In life, to find your way

through the twists and turns

raging falls and calm pools

atop a boulder or under a spell

struggling through some eventual rapids

or floating along peacefully

you only need a few things:

the sunshine God created to grow our world

the pure clean water and food He created

and His Amazing Promise to hold onto.

Everything else is just wind.

Forgiveness is Sunshine

 

best above launch clouds

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do you feel His arms surrounding you

curled in gripping you tight

through the nightmares in your life

never letting go

not once all night

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do you hear His calling for you

soft yet echoing in your ear

rising with hope screaming with joy

that insistent loving

voice you hear

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do you wonder why He loves you so

as any parent aching with the loss

seeing His children floundering in sin

you are still special

loved at all cost

~~~~~~~

 

do you not see how Greatly He Loves

when darkness looses its sickly masks

when you choose the graceful light

forgiveness is sunshine

and trying is all He asks

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GONE!

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a little morning haze

turned into a glorious daze

born to fly across the sky

my fellow birds and I

 

surreal barely describes it

you know you’ve lost your wits

your breathing forgotten and gone

your heart races on and on

 

pounding to be set free

and see exactly what you see

rising up your throat for a peek

halting any attempt to speak

 

as joy flies by at an easy speed

peace floods in to fulfill ALL need

grin now wrapped around your ears

love exploding out in tiny tears

 

shake your head and focus now

get control long before you plow

into a mountain or land in a tree

your life is in your own hands… see

 

so snap out of the incredible bliss

leave behind the awesome amazingness

that phenomenal rush will soon be back

tomorrow swinging in a swing on crack

 

you can’t get enough

you never will

sleep when your dead

never stand still

D.D.

Rubble

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nesting in your soul

just beneath a cloudy day

right above a dried up creek

lies a motionless rubble strewn path

covered in weak branches

chipped at boulders

and burnt sage of all colors

waiting foolishly stubbornly

for a deluge

to save them

to meet their need

to relieve its loneliest limb

down to it’s deepest root

but the clouds won’t give

and the water walked away

the very same moment you did

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Kaelynn age 4

bursting as a daffodil in spring

my G-baby-girl beats her own drum

with life, love and orneriness a plenty

I’m still lost as to where that came from

sparkling with innocence

and far too precious to lose

her giggles of mirth so contagious

her flight mimicking kangaroos

I’d love to know what she’s thinking

behind her beautiful blue sky eyes

flitting from one moment to the next

a hummingbird of dramatic sighs

an artist at heart her muse dubious

shaping the adorable smirk you see above

four years reshaping my heart vastly

in the spring I was flooded in love

So Much Glory!

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He created breathtaking Glory for me…

that hard headed soul rooted deeper than a tree

 

Here before many an eternity…

flowing through time a magnificent sea

 

He began before dawn mercifully…

gushing life to bursting yet openly lonely

 

So mountains rose with Majesty…

volcanoes erupting in joy as oceans swelled uncontrollably

 

While the earth shook frantically…

His smile fashioned giants warming our souls into reality

 

A Heaven filled with impossible Glory…

wrapped around our home before spending an eternity…

on just you and me

A Trillion Stars…

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a trillion stars in the night sky

ticking along in their own time

managed to time to

PERFECTION

a massive star

on the day of His birth

and

a blood red moon

on the day of His death

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yet still you question

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this massive star

moved south leading

learned men on

and then stopped

overhead

moving in retrograde

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this blood red moon

began three hours before

Yeshuah’s death

was full on red

as Yeshuah died

and gone three hours after

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and still you question

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why did God make the heavens?

for us to worship… love… gaze at?

NO! They are HIS CLOCK! His Massive FATHER CLOCK!

They show us exact moments in time when we should celebrate, rest, honor Him,

and follow His timeline for us.

DID YOU KNOW that in 3AD… Jupiter was amazingly bright as it moved directly south from Nazareth, leading the Magi to Jerusalem, then retrograde for some time, hovering straight above “where the child was”, before moving backwards.  At the same time, the moon was sitting directly below the constellation Virgo! Giving rise to a NEWLY BIRTHED MOON!

DID YOU KNOW that in 33AD… there was a full eclipse, bringing out the stars at noon and turning the moon blood red at 3 pm, approximately the time Yeshuah took his last breath?? The moon that day rose with an eclipse already started from below the horizon. And of course you’ve heard of the massive earthquake that rocked the entire area, including the temple, ripping the veil in half.   

It’s like GOD placed a giant sized map up there for us, and is just waiting for us to see it… for the first time.

These astrological events are from written documents and scientific histories of the time…

not the Holy Bible or DSS or Tanakh!!!

Hallelujah!!!!!

Some say it’s green…

blue view between trees

Some say it’s green here all year,  but I see the blue. So if the trees are green… then the sky must be yellow, or it wouldn’t be blue… true?

The overcast blurs my life into a haze, my mind follows along in step, yet the blue’s don’t depress me. They ease the glare of winter white, coloring the darkness that touches everything into a peaceful deep ocean blue. They never get me down, but instead give me a few moments of peace, the peace you feel in the silence, while standing all alone in a foot of snow beneath giants.

I drove here, the other day, just four miles from my house, yet a wonderland of whitened beauty with only the sounds of snow falling and branches creaking under it’s weight.

You may see darkness and gloom, but I see the same sapphire blue that God carved the original commandments into. His was stone, mine is sky.

This world of blue never harms my soul.

It only holds back my heart for a time, then lets it burst into fresh joy when spring comes along and I get to fly again. Above these magnificent giant green trees, where I frantically learn to tell the difference between trees and grass from a thousand feet above the earth. We fall at the rate of something like ten feet per second, which gives me what… a minute or so to find a landing spot. You say “eek”… but I say “GOD!!!!”

All right before begging for help. Still, sometimes I wish I could fly in winter, without my eyeballs freezing and my hands breaking off… just for the winter beauty. Landing would be softer, I must admit. So maybe some warm, really warm winter day I just may try it… someday far in the future when I’m a good pilot, and not a beginner.

But if you ever get to see the blue, inhale it. Breathe it in deeply… it is pure peace!

The Power

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the power

to move mountains

one rocky bit at a time

begins with a tear drop

or two

cast together

shameless and unswerving

lured by a deep desire

becoming a legion

undistorted

by a singular longing

winding

picking up speed

meandering

swelling

unable to resist

only restrained

by reflection

until

a tiny grain slips away

followed

by another

and another

until

sentiment

becomes

sediment

oh, how I LOVE SNOW…

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way up high, where I rarely go

its’ beauty shining brightly in a pure clean white

blanketing the darkness in a majestic sight

a miracle in physics in each tiny amazing flake

unique amongst a billion copies gloriously remake

a lonely barren mountainside longing to lift its face

to smile brightly up at God, shining back His Grace

Each Step

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following footprints into the past

at the edge of an ocean unimaginably vast

across stepping stones jagged and raw

led by a brilliance beaming with awe

toes sinking into a swirling mist

of wispy strands in a pinkish blue twist

my path across the sea a brave step away

if only my faith would finally hold sway

over my fears of literally no escape

wrapped in a darkness like a doubting cape

until light pierces my soul into soaring

far above the evil baneful and roaring

as I float across a graceful green blue sea

each step I take ripples back to me

The Ruach of God

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!

Sentience

sunset

writing in the sky

flows by

at the pace

of a gentle glide

spreading seeds

to the meek

and wise

in tiny tufts

of wisdom

on the wind

the core of a spore

cherishing hope

upon an ocean

filled with a notion

of His Majesty

exhaling sentience

flowing into existence

with a waft of will

on a wave of love

Osprey’s Redeemed

I couldn’t get this video to upload properly, but enjoy if you care to click on the link. Sorry about the swaying of my kayak, but there’s no way around it. 🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNQys5osE-s

 

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He said it would be glorious

just flying around all day

but all you ever do is fish.

I like to fish.

Yes, and that’s fun for you

but I would like to paint

or knit or read a book.

But you told Him

your greatest desire

was to fly, and here you are.

But sushi, every day,

for fifteen years?

It appears He has a sense of humor.

Day One, Spectacular

campsite and dock

I arrive to find my campsite here… and smile deeply. Inhale slowly, and enjoy the greatest peace known to woman. I hear myself humming “How Great is Our God, sing with me, How Great…is our God,” while I’m unloading my truck.

Then the others arrive and the peace is gone… until tomorrow morning when I can get up first and truly deeply enjoy it again.

I would tell you the chaos that ensued, but the immaturity and selfishness of a child, grown yet still childish in their personality, could not dampen my joy at being on vacation in a glorious little spot next to a lake. I had to walk away several times, to keep my mouth shut, for God, and for my friends sake, for her humiliation was unacceptable, but I refused to let it bother me. Instead I headed off to kayak around the little island in the background of this picture.

It was covered in amazing nests high in the trees. As I drew closer, I could easily see the Osprey’s who ruled this island. It was beautiful.

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Only one tiny cabin on the entire island, the rest filled with birds. I probably kayaked around it 5 times total, taking pics and videos, so more to come there.

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our sweet grass covered campsites…. gotta love the grass man…. makes a decent nights sleep!

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even when the sprinklers are on….. LOL……

sprinklers on

My sweet friend picked the place and the camp sites this year, and I must say… WELL DONE!!!  Just AWESOME!!!!!

On to day two….just as soon as I figure out how to post the video’s… 🙂

Joyful Ache

why do my tears fall freely

tightness grips my throat

an ache rises from my chest

taking over my vocal chords

drowning my mouth in ache

when I listen to an unusual case of people being extremely kind

someone blessing another without knowing they were

or maybe they did know

the sweeping feeling

of deep deep joy

I find most times it’s the same way I feel

every time I think about every single blessing

in my life

listed out one by one

adding up to

God’s Amazing Grace

I DID IT!!!

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I felt Your presence today

it was beyond glorious

my excitement rose

to the same height

as I did

but peace flooded in

as I sailed across the sky

and I knew You

were the wind

beneath my wing

I can’t thank You enough

there are no words

but the smile

from ear to ear

I’m sure

made it perfectly clear

Thank You God

for this amazing gift!

The Promise of Rain

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into each heart

tears will fall

creating a meadow

maybe a lake

cleansing a soul

wavering the unsure

drowning the dubious

who follow a shady path

down into a dry hollow

but after the storm

bringing new life

creating growth

changing a desert

of shallow desires

into a field of budding hope

with the promise

of a beautiful new view

ONE

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Can you imagine how the world would be changed… if we all thought “we are one”? If we all treated each other as if we were one single person?

There would be no hunger, no super rich, no homeless or poor… because we would simply treat each other as if we were them. We would instead think, THIS is enough. When is it enough? When do you have enough, you don’t feel you need more?

We would never have a reason to go to war, because who in their right mind starts a war with themselves? No one ever WANTS to kill themselves.

We would never destroy the earth in any way, we would FIND ways to travel from place to place, or to build things, without stripping and polluting our natural resources or killing animals for sport to make ourselves prettier or more virile. We wouldn’t need THINGS to fill our homes with that were useless and unneeded, because we wouldn’t need to impress ourselves.

There would be no such thing as a slave, which there is still, in this day and age. We feel so enlightened, and intelligent… yet in 2015 there are still SLAVES in our world.

There are still people who think it is ok to kill and murder over their beliefs, yet if we thought of each other as one, there would NEVER be a reason to kill yourself because you believe what you believe. There would be no suicide. No desperation, no loss and loneliness, for we would all be ONE.

I CAN IMAGINE IT! Can you?

I can imagine it right now, but only in what I imagine Heaven is like. That MUST be what Heaven is. We all become ONE!

I think I’ve said these things before, but I just felt the need to say them again. Maybe get the ball rolling. Maybe make just one of you stop and consider this… and begin to LIVE your life in this way. LIVE your life, don’t just make a living. Make a difference. BE THE SOURCE. BE ONE!

Maybe…. one day…  🙂

Please PRAY!

You can probably tell from my postings, I’m a little down today. And even though I have begged God to take care of my son, and Yeshuah has His greatest Archangel Michael protecting his life…

I am asking that you all, all 900 of you, say a prayer for my son Douglas. He truly needs every single prayer you can offer up. It’s been ten years now… ten years of watching my son slowly kill himself. There is no other way out of the darkness, other than with the Lord’s help!

I’ve been poised on the edge of hell for so long now, I can’t see a way out of the darkness anymore. It will take GOD to bring him back to me. Only God!

As some of you already know, I’m at the point of waiting for that horrifying phone call. We’ve tried repeatedly to get him help, but the evilness that has him in an iron grip, just won’t let go.

I thank you in advance, all of you who will pray.

And in return I pray none of you ever have to lose a child like this… cruelly, slowly, oh so painfully.

With tears streaming down my face, I beg of you… please PRAY!

Right now, with all your heart, please, please pray!

Thank you, with all my heart!

Drape Him in Angels

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the love of a child is the greatest love of all

second only to the love I feel for The Lord

it has the ability to break my aching heart

into pieces of pain sliced up with a sword

yet life moves on in the severed silence

bringing me closer and closer towards hell

as moment by moment he slips further away

I’m watching his soul become a lifeless shell

forgive me Lord for despising the enemy

who gives him heroine and meth every day

for I know I may lose my very own soul

as I hate and I hate the evil blind way

they steal his life and chance at hope

as my heart screams out it’s so unfair

a century now he’s been lost and alone

years lost in darkness and blatant despair

yet I know You are watching him far below

holding out Your hand in a gesture of amore

but he’s still drowning in this evil and sorrow

please drape him in Angels to fight this war

A Twig of Peace

dove with twig

like a Dove

He descended from above

filled with grace and words of love

building hope below

a twig of peace to sow

His life and death to foreshadow

a coronation

a prophecy of revelation

taught to a sinful prideful nation

of disbelief

fostered in grief

torn apart with no hope of relief

to be betrayed

by His words waylaid

and twisted into a sinful crusade

to be hung

from the highest rung

of Jacob’s ladder by an evil tongue

yet His atonement

fulfilled a commandment

to save us all from eternal torment

was like a Dove

filled completely with love

He’s still longing for you to join Him above

not in a tree

or in the blue sky you see

but squarely and forever upon His knee

Unaltered Pic of the Day ~ God’s Painting!

perfection

absolute stunning perfection

a presence only Almighty God could imagine

our brains too tiny to weave the edge of a petal

or ring a bell just as the sun rises

but this Tulip He Created

is pure innocence brushed with righteousness

pushed to the front of His stage

by the fresh spring of green

the brilliant Glory He Is

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Painting by Hand of God

(I only took a picture of it)

CRIMSON

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we celebrate

the day it started

with palms and fronds

piled at His feet

reaching up so far

as to blind the people

gloating in alleys

planning to hurt

blades rising up

stalking His Grace

craving His Glory

green with a sickness

soon to be passed over

in a perfect crimson

reeds bloodied by burden

shimmering beyond on high

the Light of a Savior

given the shaft

Swelling

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as shadows play across a quiet scene

a raging river rushes by unseen

rippling down the rocks of a crowded bed

I wonder why satan has immersed and led

us down this path strewn with his lies

diluting and surging he forever tries

to blind us from truth and Heavenly hope

like water racing down a cascading slope

slippery and slimy and covered in moss

our journey turns into sadness and loss

the greatest deceit found under fame

of Yeshuah’s dishonor just in His name

for when the river began to carve the sod

His name meant simply The Salvation of God

still the stream churned and danced across

miles of boulders until it came to a cross

where it washed even Him with pure salvation

drowning all evil and saving a lost nation

to this day we dishonor His amazing grace

submerging our world in entrenched disgrace

channeling his name into a soiled form

and speaking it daily making it the norm

like my tears washing over cheek and bone

I can almost hear Yeshuah’s swelling moan

Creation

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pulling the clouds down to make mountains

a swirl here, a puff there

the dark ridge to the left mimicking an earlier creation

of a mountain ridge covered in snowpack

but they’re just clouds

clouds making my heart flutter

hanging low just above the rise of earth

as darkness and light decide who’s in charge

their gentle battle rarely causing harm

yet creating a pastel of unbelief

shimmering, hanging in the balance

by the greatest hand to ever wave across the sky

to show us

what Heaven must truly be like

ah… but the Glory of a Sunrise…

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Ah… but the Glory of a Sunrise saying “Let there be light!”

I often wonder does God give us sunrises just because He loves us?

I can’t imagine any other reason for them being so utterly beautiful.

So blindingly incredible!

Does He just want to remind us that He is here, or He is just waking up?

Does He want us to see the Glory and stop for a moment and say “good morning”?

Or is He just showing off His amazing talent? Talent I’ve never found anywhere else.

Talent by us, who have never ever even come close.

The beauty takes my breath away as I stand there in awe… and finally after I

frantically get my camera out, take multiple shots, hoping to catch the best shot…

I inhale the Glory slowly… and say…

“Good Morning God, and a beautiful day to you, too!”

Daring the Air to Weep

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the earth felt it deep in the vibrating stone

with each crash echoing as thunder cracked the sky

rolling darkness swirled into being

while the son fought to gain entry

heat rose fuelling the clouds daring the air to weep

as the pure beacon of light broke free it streaked across Heaven

scorching the mountain

and became Him

exploding in a glorious burst

for it had found the reason it existed

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.”

“What?”

“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.”

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~~~~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.

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

STOP SAYING…

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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.

GOD WILL GIVE YOU …

strength to handle any situation,

love by surrounding you in His arms,

and the grace to rise to Him!

The Glory of a sunset

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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

 

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