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A Stencil of Life

mountain in the clouds

 

Man hasn’t ruined, stepped upon this ground

not sacred, not lost, blessedly not found

high upon mountains reaching for the sky

only paws and claws had been this high

Revealing life through a pale purple mist

untouched, serene as a cool soft kiss

a glimpse into the future, a peaceful sigh

Glory silently spilling… just across the sky

 

Its a stencil of life, simple and honestly true

loving God first, all souls, everything under blue

spreading joy, honor, innocence and candor

no reason for deceit, for this is much grander

Wildly simple, cherish it all, living off this wonderland

now see His son, head bowed, reaching for His hand

nothing else to speak of, or see, only birds flew over today

but Yeshuah cut the path, knew the truth… knows the way

 

It may have been covered in His precious blood

preempted by warnings of His Father’s angry flood

dripping below into caverns, pooling on His mercy seat

His love for a lost species not once wavering in the heat

Flying like a bird, soaring on pure white wings

a million angels laughing, rejoicing, a massive choir sings

landing on these untouched mountains, a divine dome

then He rose beyond… following that same path home

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

Snagged by Thorns

thorns

 

like a voodoo doll, poking and stabbing

your friend one moment

your frenemy the next

the gossip shared behind another’s back

crushing, slicing through

with endless unknown effects

 

the Holiest mountain stands just out of reach

while you’re stuck below

snagged by thorns piercing everywhere

your mouth firmly rooted in jealousy

held in place by envious boulders

you never once noticed were there

 

beguiled into thinking you can climb

past the cruelty

past the unsympathetic crime

a devil of a feat to overcome

this shutting off of evil words

slaying your heart and soul for all time

 

where blackness is the least of magic

driving up from deep below

your mouth moving in a downward spell

the trick behind gossiping

is you thinking it’s harmless

raising the mountain above your own hell

 

Psalm 15 A Psalm of David.

LORD, who shall sojourn in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell upon Thy holy mountain?

He that hath no slander upon his tongue.

 

Technically, it’s the commandment stating, “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.” but it seems to get less attention than, thou shalt not murder or thou shalt not lie. But Yeshuah said, all sins are equal.  Like I always say, joking, when someone lies straight to my face and I know it… “You know, you go to hell for lying, same as you do for stealing and murder.”  Just my little way of reminding people… all the commandments are equal!

All demanded by GOD!

Not just one or two….

I May Have Been…

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I feel like I may have been a little harsh in my last post. 

But as usual, I never think before I post.

It just spills out of me sometimes.  I felt, while writing it, like Yeshuah was angry, and wanted to make a point. Don’t get me wrong, it was all me, because I have yet to hear Him speak to me. You will not hear me say out loud, ever, that “God Told Me…” and go on with something I made up. I truly love God, as my Father, and Yeshuah as his arm, or branch, or the Son of YHVH, THE All Mighty One.. I could go on and on… He takes care of me. But despite many prayers for Him to speak to me, it hasn’t happened…yet!! But, for some reason yesterday I just felt like Yeshuah should say something, as the poem oozed out of me. I’m guessing it was the Ruach Hakodesh, the Holy Spirit.  I think sometimes it prods me on like a poker to a horse…get moving old girl, He says…. lol  But, no; yesterday I was just feeling feisty.

This other part of me… just wants to yell at people.  Have you ever felt like that?? You just want to strangle people! Seriously, I’m in fear of becoming a serial killer.  lol  I’d be the Cherrieo’s Killer, due to my gf calling me Cherrieo’s; I in turn call her Corn Flakes, due to her being a bit ditzy sometimes.

I digress.

Take the moron at work this am that was a proud racist, and smarted off to me about it…. but tucked his head in shame as he ducked out the door. This was right after I told him, “Uh, no…” at this point I make a big ‘no’ face, like I’m speaking to a kindergartner, “sorry, but we’re NOT RACISTS here, so we’ll have NONE of that kind of talk!” He left smiling, because I was smiling, but he understood at that moment in time, he was so wrong! He was not in a world that still lives in the 80’s. 

I truly hope he thought about it for a while, ducking his head like he did, I know he was ashamed of himself… but if I hadn’t stopped him… he would have continued on for the rest of his life, thinking it was ok to make comments like that.  Sometimes I wonder, if it only takes ONE TIME, before the embarrassment can alter ones’ open aggression and the self-centered-self-righteous bullshit they’ve concocted to convince themselves that they are better than someone else!  Hell, they actually think they are better than a whole group of people who are different than themselves.

Anywho…. today I’ll try to post something lovely… everyone loves puppies and springtime! Smile

Your Reason For Life

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why would you deny Me, your loving Father

I offered you eternity, long before your life would end

you saw it coming

you know it’s inevitable

still proudly you refuse to believe and bend

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full of stubborn selfishness

a scholar of men, thinking science proves you right

yet you can’t explain

what little you do see

let alone ignoring what you witness each night

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quoting what you call greats

forgetting the Holiest One, your philosophies wax and wane

they explain little

only what you think

revealing the multitude left to explain

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being humble isn’t in your nature, you say

but I created humanity to be humane, gentle yet strong

not to be proud

not to be self-righteous

but self-sacrificing as devoted servants belong

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giving to one another, sharing every needed thing

your reason for life is to love Me and one another

never hurting

never diminishing

keeping all souls as your own sister and brother

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so don’t bother praying now at your life’s end

its useless, for your time to serve has long since passed

you chose wrong

you wasted your life

and I, Yeshuah, have found you empty and unchaste

~

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His Death

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His soft and gentle blood ran in red rapids

While His torturous death gave me my life

How I ache to become His devoted wife

Sadly I deign to think He’d have me

It’s discerning to learn I can’t repay Him

I’m disgusted my blood is soured and weak

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Yet His hope is filling an empty vessel

Dripping in time with each weeping need

Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb

Drowning me until I’m finally freed

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Suddenly I’m high with unbelievable spirit

My drumming heartbeat flows into music

For I will always be deemed worthy

Without one single second thought

Someday soon I will be His Adoring Wife

Because His Pure Love Gave Me Life

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As His hope is filling an empty vessel

Dripping in time with each weeping need

Holiness replacing my soul with a lamb

Drowning me until I’m finally freed

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.

We’re All Just Mashed Potatoes and Gravy… ……..MIXED TOGETHER PEOPLE!!

 

there is no black and white

no yellow, brown or pink

there’s only love and hope

no matter what you’ve been taught to think

this lie about color that fills us full

of evil judgment and stupid hate

is just that, an incredibly evil lie

the enemy doth proliferate

trying to drive us further apart

leading us to defile, maim and kill

and worse, back it with the Lord’s name

can all change with just your will

your will to understand we’re all human

your will to promise to love all instead

your will to be accepting and not judge

your will to be stronger than society said

your will to create rather than destroy

your will to stand firm rather than be led

your will to truly follow in Jesus’ steps

ensuring your soul will never be dead

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Wake up sheeple, we’re all just Mashed Potatoes and Gravy… all mixed up together!

THE ONLY THING THAT DETERMINES SKIN COLOR IS THE SUN!

If your family lives near the equator, you will have darker skin, to reflect the sun’s damaging rays and protect you from too much Vitamin D absorption.

The need for the right amount of Vitamin D is copied into our DNA and passed down to our children to keep them healthy.

THIS IS THE ONLY REASON WE HAVE DIFFERENT SHADES OF HUMANS!!!

SO WAKE UP ALL YOU IDIOT BIGOTS AND RACISTS!!!  WE ARE ALL THE SAME!!!!!!!

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

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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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Stretching the Darkness

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oh, His eyes

were windows into my soul

straight through

an arrow slicing

into the desperate bottom

I had slid to

the faded shame

still circling the edges

of my darkest moment

accenting the distant light

as it floods over the brim

no stone untouched

except the one

I sat upon

wallowing in my own past

until finally

His eyes warmed

and gentled

and I knew His love again

as the light drew nearer

forgiveness

touched my heart

pulling ever pulling

as if a blackbird

flew away

stretching the darkness

until it snapped

He’s Coming

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He’s coming…

and I think the day will begin like this; glorious light, beauty spread wide, birds calling softly in the background while the earth settles into silence. The breeze will taste like springtime, the scents of a million flowers wafting by, while our brains begin to assimilate, our heads lift upward instinctually, searching for answers.

The sound of music, led by trumpets, begins to travel across the sky, matching the path of blazing clouds.

The brightness of His Holiness will blind us, and we will be forced to look away… kneeling… one… by one…

by one… and then we will hear His Voice… His Voice… for the first time…

Hallelujah… I can’t wait… 

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!!!!!

I HATE…

“I HATE ALL Muslims!” the 70 year old loudly boasted. “We should BLOW them off the PLANET!”

I simply asked, “So, are you a Christian?” I left out 5 minutes of the previous conversation, due to his point being long lost, and trampled under several other nasty racist-bigot type remarks.

He blinked in surprise, at my change in subject, but said stubbornly, “Sometimes!”

“Sometimes?” I asked. “When you meet God, and He says, “Did you believe in me… you’re gonna say “SOMETIMES?”

Yes, the sarcasm dripped all over the counter, but I didn’t care. I absolutely loose my mind when ANYONE claims to be a Christian in one breath and says they HATE in another! I’m sorry, I apologize, but I become the biggest shit you ever laid eyes on.

“You think GOD’S gonna LET YOU IN … SOMETIMES?”

The man was just like a million others I have to listen to daily, those who are usually between 60 and death, the elder generation, who are still prejudiced and racist and whatever you want to call religious-ists… they’re like religious racists. Not just BIGOTS, but viscous in their hate! And frankly I am sick and tired of them running our country…. straight into the ground… not only in politics, but in real life. EVERYDAY life. They are always there, in the background, spouting their shit… dragging an entire population down with their crap. Their UNACCEPTANCE… their UNFORGIVING ways… they need to move on, let it go, and let the rest of us get along.

“COME INTO THE 21ST CENTURY!!!” I said louder than I probably should have… but when this man turned to another man to continue with his rant, I turned to my coworker and said in the same loud voice, “THAT’S what I hate,” I said. He paused in his rant, as the man he was talking to turned to look back at me. I went on, “… people who CLAIM to be a Christian, a FOLLOWER of JESUS, who was ALL ABOUT LOVE, tell me they HATE AN ENTIRE POPULATION OF PEOPLE! PEOPLE THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW!”

Thankfully, the old man got my point, that I was clearly done with him and his opinions, and walked away to bother another customer. We walked past each other a while later, and he couldn’t look me in the eye. He started to, but turned abruptly.

That’s when I knew… maybe he was actually thinking about what I said. I didn’t care if he continued spouting his shit, or if he walked away and thought about it deeply. All I cared about was making him stop long enough to think about what he was saying at that moment. Spraying evil, all around… and CLAIMING to be a Christian.

That’s the kind of person who makes all Christians look bad, and drives new believers away. That’s what I hate!

A True Christian

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I realized something this morning, as I watched a video or two of Hillsong United. The first video showed them playing a concert somewhere in India (I think) and the massive audience was singing along with the song, as if they’d sang it a million times before. Then I watched them singing “Touch the Sky” in Spanish, as it looked like they were playing somewhere in Mexico or Brazil. Even in Spanish, everyone in the audience was singing along, praising God… It was Beautiful!

And for the first time, I realized how music is spreading the Word of God, the Love for God, across the globe. Being in America, we tend to think we ARE the Christian base, the Christian believers of the world. But missionaries have been spreading the word for centuries, all across the world. It made me tear up, watching them singing such a beautiful song, completely in Spanish. It sounded wonderful. And the love and joy they were feeling is clearly visible.

During both video’s they were showing at different times the conditions these people were living in, the trash dumps, tiny one room shacks with sheets for walls, the flies in their eyes, even one woman was living in a giant cement pipe used for sewage, but empty at the time, and lying somewhere in a desert town; here toddler runs to her as she sits in the shade of the pipe. And my heart is breaking, knowing these people are just barely living, barely alive, without food, without even a box for a home, just barely surviving on the edge of life…. and here we sit, eating fattening cheeseburgers and pizza, living in giant new homes, palaces to them… talking on our phones, and complaining the service isn’t fast enough and our electric bills are our of control.

And yet, it isn’t our fault we were born here, in the luxury of the US. It isn’t our fault that we have school systems in place to teach our children, and libraries to learn from, or parents with the ability to take care of us until we can take care of ourselves. YES, none of that is our fault, or our choice. We were born into it.

But can you even wrap your mind around the thought that someone else was born into poverty… like none you have ever seen? No home, no clothes, eating dirt to fill your empty cramping painful stomach, no water unless you drink the gray and brown puddle that’s been shit in by a cow or goat, or human. Such utter poverty that you scour through a dump site looking for a bent fork to bend back into shape and sell for less than a penny to get a teaspoon of rice to eat. Or find a dirty stained shirt to wear, because yours no longer has sleeves or is the same shirt you wore for 5 years and it’s too small for you or in filthy tatters.

No. You can’t imagine it, not until you see it live. Or live it. Just the simple idea that you have a flower in your yard to gaze at, one you may have planted yourself, and the poorest of the poor have never seen a flower. They see dirt, for miles on end, nothing but dirt; dirt and sand, blowing in the wind, into your eyes, covering your body, and they have never even seen a single flower. Because where there is no water, there are no flowers. Or food, or weeds, or herbs, or trees. Nothing, but pain, hunger, thirst, cold nights and baking hot days, and no home to go to. No parents to help. And certainly no government that will help you in any way.

That is what they live with daily. What they survive. Could you survive that?? Could I??

This is what God meant when He said “Take care of the poor!”

The true poor. Not some woman or man who is too lazy to support themselves and lives off welfare so they don’t have to work, stating they can’t work because no one will hire them, or they have back problems, or allergies, or whatever lame excuse they come up with. They are only poor in spirit. They have no idea what it is like to be truly poor. Plus here, they will not go without food. Even our poorest of the poor can walk to a soup kitchen, or get get food stamps, or stay in a shelter if there is room, and be fed. Yes we have poor people who are starving and homeless, but they can find food if they aren’t too messed up on drugs or alcohol to get it. Being homeless is a far greater issue, once in a while it is due to choice, but for the most part if they choose to, they can work their way back to a poor existence, one where they have some sort of shelter and money for food.

I myself have been poor for as long as I can remember. But I never go without a job or food, and I may live in a crappy trailer, but it has a roof and bathroom and running water that spews out of a faucet, so I don’t have to walk miles to get it. Or boil it just to drink it. I have always considered myself monetarily poor, but never truly poor. That is a whole new level I am thankful I will never have to endure. Because I live here. Because I have parents who would still take care of me if I needed help. Cousins, Uncles, Brothers and Sisters too. All who I could contact if I needed to for help.

The true poor have no one. NO ONE BUT YOU and GOD!

So the next time you are on your cell phone, and can’t upload your favorite song, that you are willing to spend $5.00 for…. think about the people around the world who could feed their entire family for that measly $5.00…. and do something about it! YOU CAN LIVE without it. THEY CANNOT!!!!!!

THAT is being a TRUE CHRISTIAN!!!

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!

Opening Innocently

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the depth of pure white

the ghost of a love

wild with curiosity

allured by the light

attaining the striking beauty

of the rare honesty

in a radiant soul

pales into a blush

as it believes in truth

opening innocently

only to the Son

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

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

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

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

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now I understand

why You whisper

for You are only

one step away

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

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.”

~~~~~~~

~~~~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.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YESHUAH!

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

and

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

None Stand Brighter!

 

Yeshuah

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

Beyond

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Beyond

You flew to me out over the sea

Rising with a storming gale

Spreading out Your ancient arms

I saw You through the veil

Glorious Your light was blinding

Yet as I took Your hand

I settled on a floating cloud

And there You made me stand

Holding each and every breath

As fear rose from deep inside

My heart stopping all at once

Looking down at the crashing tide

You said softly “Just trust Me”

As I looked into Your loving eyes

I knew my heart was about to burst

As we soared beyond the skies

He Shines

He Shines

 

Flyin’ like a bird in a breeze

Or hopeless and on my knee’s

He’s there, He shines so bright

Darkness runs from His light

 

Sailin’ across deep blue seas

Or problems comin’ in threes

He’s here, He shines so bright

Darkness screams in flight

 

He loves me deeper than the sea

He loves you just as deeply

I sing His name today and tomorrow

I sing in praise no matter the sorrow

 

Soarin’ on His wings of Grace

Or hiding the shame on my face

He’s there, He shines so bright

Darkness flees in fright

 

Racing across warm dunes of gold

Or crawling through freezing cold

He’s here, He shines so bright

Darkness hides from His sight

 

He loves me deeper than the sea

He loves you just as deeply

I sing His name today and tomorrow

I sing in praise no matter the sorrow

 

He fought the darkness and overcame

He wore the scars of all our shame

He willed us to follow His light

He’s here, see how He still shines bright

 

He loves me deeper than the sea

He loves you just as deeply

I sing His name today and tomorrow

I sing in praise no matter the sorrow

JESUS SAVES!!!

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So for those of you who know me, and follow my blog, actually reading what I write about, I’ve been questioning something for some time now.

I’ve been questioning whether or not we are to pray TO Jesus, and I’ve been asking God to show me, or tell me the answer. I had a fear inside that we are NOT to put Jesus, Yeshuah, HIGHER than God in that respect. So for some time now, I’ve been seeking answers.

Well, the other night, I think I was given the answer. It did not come in the form of a deep voice speaking to me. Instead, it came to me in a nightmare, one that scared the snot out of me… but it showed me CLEARLY that even if we shouldn’t pray to Jesus INSTEAD OF GOD THE FATHER, there IS POWER IN HIS NAME! Great power, and that the use of his name JESUS, instead of Yeshuah, is OK. Both of these thoughts have worried me, that our corruption over the generations and language change of Yeshuah to Jesus, has always struck me as total DISRESPECT, but even that seemed to be cleared up for me when I woke from this nightmare. As some of you may know, I’ve struggled for years with violent pain and sad filled nightmares. MOST of which eventually come true… so with that in mind…

Here is what happened. It is the TRUTH, for I NEVER lie when it comes to God and Jesus, YHVY and Yeshuah…so just know this is exactly what happened….

I was being tortured by demons. Full out tortured, to the point of what my mind knew was pure evil rape. I was being held above my bed, floating somehow, and stretched out spread eagle… while they tortured me.  But in my mind, I INSTANTLY knew that if I banished these demons in JESUS NAME, they would be gone. SO I opened my mouth, to scream, but it was like the demons were stretching my mouth and blocking me from articulating the words. It took me several tries to formulate the words but I eventually managed to scream…”BE GONE…IN JESUS NAME I DEMAND YOU BE GONE…IN JESUS NAME I BANISH YOU!”

And BAMM… I woke up and was lying peacefully in my bed. I lay there wide awake for half an hour or so…just contemplating what had happened, and it made me realize just HOW POWERFUL JESUS’ NAME really is. And it made me realize that the use of the name Jesus, rather than Yeshuah, is just fine.

There is POWER in His Name alone, let alone realizing HE IS GOD’S OWN SON! He must have been given GREAT POWER if HE truly can banish evil demons. You may think to yourself, that oh, Debi, it was just a nightmare…but I kid you not, these were demons. And since I’ve been writing this blog, I’ve been told by several people to be careful, because evil will be looking for me, and when ever any one gets closer to God, evil tries even harder to destroy us. I believe it’s true, that the more I write on this blog about God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit, with 800 people following me, a lot of which do NOT believe as I do, I truly believe evil is looking to destroy me. I’m reaching too many people for it not to have noticed me! I think I may be drawing them, and believe me, I will turn CLOSER AND CLOSER TO GOD because of it!!! THEY WILL NOT SWAY ME! or scare me! FOR GOD SO LOVES ME!!!! THIS I KNOW!

SO…keep that in mind folks, when you are struggling with anything hard, or wondering why evil has come into your life…keep JESUS in mind. He is the SON of the MORNING, and believe me, by morning I was NEVER HAPPIER to have HIM on my side. He is also the KING of the ANGELS, so pray to HIM whenever you need angels to watch over you, or someone else. 

I have a dear friend who has told me repeatedly when I feel pain physically, or am ill…to simply say “BY JESUS’ STRIPES I AM HEALED!” And THIS thought alone was what reminded me during my nightmare that JESUS SAVES!! IT is not just a cute colloquium or silly phrase…HE SAVES!!! HE TRULY DOES!!!

THANK YOU JESUS!!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU JESUS!!! YOU THE MAN! 🙂

Incessant

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its a nag at the back of the brain

almost an itch pushing you

to the edge

an idea turning over

a leaf in a flittie wind

if he said it, himself

can you ignore it

while it drives you slowly

ever so slowly mad

circling around in a pit

of ocean raging beneath

a hurricane of incessant thought

that idea that never stops

popping up

at the strangest moments

as a slightly off stranger

catches your eye

makes you smile

at a sweet memory

then wham, there it is

or that flash of light that

tints the sky a shade

you’ve never quite seen

in a sunset, it’s there

throwing a dirty sock

into the washer

and then you start to think

good god how did that ick

get there, but it pops in again

he said it himself

and you scream inside

as you hear it

a thousand thousand times

stop thinking about it

the screaming reverberating

off the walls of your brain

shaking your skull until its loose

the matter sloshing around

then wham, there it is

he said

Love thy Lord God

with all you heart and soul

which leaves nothing for him

for to love with ALL

you must love with ALL…

 

thy Lord God

Long Before Time – The Moses Beings

I wrote this poem today, to use in my second book,

Long Before Time; the Moses Beings.

Every four lines in a stanza are inserted at the beginning of each chapter. Yes, I know it is very long, the longest poem I have ever written, as each stanza is a short “poetic representation” of the chapter it heads. It is more like a short story, but there are 29 chapters in the book. lol

Enjoy, and I will applaud you if you make it to the end without falling asleep!! 🙂

 

Long Before Time

 

Embroiled in a desert

yet frozen in time

life sparked in a fire anew

amidst a pulverized grime.

 

A journey began in darkness

creeping below a cool moon

searching for a hazy hope

waning in the afternoon.

 

An indigo hint of life

sprinkled like spring flowers

barren of song or soaring

emptiness fell in showers.

 

Danger near at every bend

yet faith endured echoing

a promise from beyond

nigh a spirit of knowing.

 

In sickness and in health

‘til death do they part

striving to survive

unrivaled love fills the heart.

 

Taunting moments

endured for too long

shifting into joy

erupting into song.

 

Praying for comfort

kneeling on a mountain temple

abruptly desolate and alone

accepting far from simple.

 

Reaching a river’s edge

a black swirling menace

fighting back the tears

only calm on the surface.

 

Starting over

an inconceivable cost

devastation unbearable

wandering and lost.

 

Still life finds a way

while painful to the weak

crafting laughter gently

for the humble and the meek.

 

The birth of all things new

from trees to life in the sea

outshines deaths’ stroke

as a bird soars free.

 

Winging its way to the ocean

heading into twilight

the day escapes in a flutter

a journey fashioned in flight.

 

The crushing of the waves

a thundering travesty

a pretense of floating beauty

brilliant as an eagle’s majesty.

 

Just as the mountains range down

reaching for its pebbles fallen

the sea grips life in a tide

rolling engorged and swollen.

 

Like bricks pounding

or a seashell of pearl

the ocean rages inward

in a deadly savage swirl.

 

Like the madness in a horse

eating until it’s bursting

a briny sadness fills the soul

and sorrow leaves it thirsting.

 

Similar to a wandering spirit

days turn into weeks of pain

the folly of a vagrant life

becomes a brackish rain.

 

Yet even Dahlia’s suddenly close

before a miserable storm

sealing up a meager home

their dwelling safe and warm.

 

Despite the unusualness

of the moon controlling the tides

announcing a novel presence

an owl rarely hides.

 

Survival means its hunting

nightly hour by hour

watching life above a darkened trail

eyes wide open and dour.

 

Prepared for the unexpected

option for an offered meal

like a bear or any other predator

an owl swoops in with zeal.

 

Known for their protectiveness

guarding against danger in the night

this spirit beneath the pale moon

only rests in bright sunlight.

 

Truly as the twinkle of stars light

an ancient well-worn path

this bird of prey knows not

to incur an eagle’s wrath.

 

As he soars above all

a surveying menace in his domain

spiraling down to his mate

safely nested his children remain.

 

Thus he journeys far and wide

he will die to shield and defend

his offspring from any calamity

with almighty talons to rend.

 

For she has birthed

the greatest glory to God

majestic and grand

for all to applaud.

 

Then he will teach them

every skill he’s ever known

how to reach the almighty heavens

just as he was shown.

 

For nothing is greater upon this Earth

than reaching Almighty God above

rising above the windswept skies

and receiving His Almighty Love.

No Greater Father

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No Greater Father

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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

Emmanuel!

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

IN Bursts

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Dirt stole His blood

sin took His breath away

yet His last words

told us all

It Is Done!

His tears dried

as He rose for me

rose IN me

lifting my life

with His!

You may scatter these bones

turn my being into dust

but my soul follows Him

bursts into wings

with only one path

heading straight

to Him!

Tide

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an ocean of tears swelled from his eyes

blinded

by a fire filled sunrise

the salt poured down rising peaks

burning

rivers into his cheeks

a tide of emotions erupted and crashed

scalding

his fevered hope dashed

a briny grit scraped his skin raw

blistering

the world below he saw

drying into a puddle of hate

sizzling

at the base of a golden gate

Are You Ready

when he comes back

fulfilling his promise

what will he find

will you be here

will you weep

from a distance

will your life

be enough

did you waste it

are you ready

if it was today

would you laugh

with incredible joy

or beg

will he be proud

will he tear down walls

would you invite him in

with open arms

or bow your head

in shame

I only ask

that you think about it

for it could be tomorrow

or today

one second away

Still

Still

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she stood completely still

hands over her heart

as it stopped beating

she gasped for air

became a mirror

reflecting her world

full of thunder

winds wailing

yet time stood still

ending with her tears

streaming a river

into sobs

as he gasped

his heart stopped

and he was completely still

and time began

Teach Them Well

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Teach Them Well

4-17-14

 

the horror He endured

was planned far ahead

by His Father who sent Him

to die for us and said

You are my only Son

full of grace from within

You already love like I do

now go save them from their sin

it will be very painful

but only humanly so

it will last for a few days

in human time far below

but it will be so very shocking

such an amazing thing to do

they will speak of it forever

for Your love will make them new

they will weep and cry out

knowing its so very wrong

it will teach them clearly and well

that they too can belong

through faith and righteousness

they can fill their world with love

and with kindness and forgiveness

that like You… they will rise above

Just Adoring You

an eternity stretches

beyond my heart

a beauty touches

pulling me apart

inside

outside

its a landslide

on a mountainside

it’s You

just adoring You

 

a breathless whisper

races across my soul

a windless call

echoes through my whole

being

seeing

I’m dreaming

then I’m screaming

for You

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

light

so bright

pure white

fills my sight

but it’s You

only 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!)  🙂

Passover began tonight…

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!

He’s With Me

He’s with me

through the hopeless years

the pitying tears

the stupid fears

He’s with me

when I know He doesn’t care

when I don’t feel Him there

when all I have

is an empty stare

He’s with me

when I choose the wrong door

when I step off the wrong floor

when I think

I need more

He’s with me

under that nine foot wall

under that last straw

under that deathly pall

He’s

with

me

He Did.

He says, “Come to me as a child.”

Innocent, open in wonder.

He says, “I am the light.”

Bright, leading the way.

He says, “Forgive.”

For your self to live.

He says, “Just love.”

Simply, everyone.

He says, “I Am.”

Just like His Father.

He says, “Behold.”

To see the truth.

He says, “I Am the way.”

And was with every step.

He says, “I will die for you.”

And He did.

What part of that don’t you get?

a gentle nieve

“oh what a tangled web we weave,

when at first we practice to deceive,”

words of wisdom I didn’t write

still these words you can truly believe

like the words I write will spare you not

for I rarely give a moments reprieve

from the insightful beliefs I share

my only goal I strive to achieve

is shocking you with a faithful mind

I never ever aim to try to relieve

I desire to wake your sleeping hope

leading some doubters to often grieve

but much like the horror and screams

remind you of a swastika on a sleeve

or the death of a single Son shows you

if you love deeply darkness will leave

I want you to search your soul instead

my only aim the light you shall receive

sparing you from an unnecessary death

as a child who continues to disbelieve

Done

he hungered for what will never be

an uproar only he could hear

his ardor quiet as a soft snow

a phenomenon known as done

his temper now chilled by tears

a wrath of thirst hurting bone

a fever rising with a hopeless urge

a canyon of hollowness turned hard

he remembered the insolence

the appetite for ego and greed

as he walked away sobbing inside

the emptiness filled quickly

much like hate does

Truth

after the bunny’s

melt

and the eggs

crack

where do you hunt

for truth

is it inside

a basket

behind a tree

sheltered in a meadow

of grasses

no…

its in the spring

of tulips

and the glory

of a dawn

after a single

man

gave his life

for yours

enjoy that moment

of bittersweet

love

for it was covered

in blood

not chocolate

No Matter the Darkness

Boring people to tears on a Sunday

I never really wanted to be a preacher

I’d rather be a happy camper example

much like a bubbly first grade teacher.

Filled with love and great joy each day

passing along my happiness and cheer

bouncing around the room like colors

of a rainbow splashed across a mirror.

When I write the truth I smile inside

filled with a sweet holiness to bursting

trying to pass on to those missing out

who plainly to me I see are thirsting.

But this wall they place firmly around

not only blocks out my flowing love

but they don’t see how it isolates them

in a bubble of loneliness also from above.

They don’t need any silly beliefs or faith

they continue to say they’re fine this way

they’ve got money, a nice house and car

a good job, a family and their friends all say,

they’re a nice person just leave them alone

they passed on their useless fortune instead

giving the only thing they thought worthy

then died and were buried with few tears shed.

They passed on nothing of real true value

they left behind an empty cold shell

not realizing their selfishness and determination

would lead them in the end to a cold dead hell.

Sadly they never know that this is not all

they will end at this moment in rotting bugs

when instead they could’ve made one last climb

to spend eternity filled with love and hugs.

They were so sure that this was all there was

just this short 100 years of painful existence

having no idea it was just a short test

to prove they were worthy of God’s Presence.

So each day I continue to shine my light

no matter the darkness I run into each day

my rainbow colors sparkling across the sky

I reach out reflecting in a warm array.

Hoping to teach and reach just one person

my quota low in 5 billion souls unconscious

knowing if I shine bright enough I might save them

from their final death, already paid for by Jesus.