“God takes our breath so He can give us His.” by Sonya Martines
Photo by Lori Call Jones
Beauty desires to beautify one’s safe place, where one resides.
open the door,
allow Beauty to come in
and brighten your heart.
Life grabbed me by the seat of my pants, placed me on a boat in the middle of a river with no paddles or motor.
Cold rainy days and nights I’ve experienced with moments where I felt as if I was drowning.
Then the sky clears and the sun shines and God’s glory is seen.
When moments like this come my way, I smile as I float by.
Slowly I close my eyes as the view vanishes out of sight.
I then savor the moment, guarding my memory in my heart, for I don’t know what lies on the other side of the river’s bend of tomorrow.
Simple small acts of pure kindness
purifies the heart from anger, bitterness and revenge. LH
May the Lord open your heart to see the beauty in the ordinary.
Then you’ll never tire of the familiarity.
Takes a posture.
Adheres to rectitude.
Adheres to honesty.
Adheres to righteousness.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week Columns and Vertical Lines
KEEP IN MIND TODAY AND EVERY DAY ~ “One individual life may be of priceless value to God’s purpose, and yours may be that life.” My Utmost for His Highest Nov. 30
“But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect . . .” 1 Corinthians 15:10
I am what I am, in Christ.
TENER EN CUENTA HOY Y TODOS LOS DÍAS ~ “Una vida individual puede tener un valor inestimable para el propósito de Dios, y la tuya puede ser esa vida”. Mi máximo para su más alto Nov. 30
“Pero por la gracia de Dios, soy lo que soy, y su gracia para mí no fue sin efecto …”. 1 Corintios 15:10
Soy lo que soy, en Cristo.
Illumination comes when a source of Light shines in the crevasses of our heart exposing narrow thinking, shallow ways and stubborn blocks.
Once a heart’s change has occurred the greens of growth will be brightly seen.
La iluminación llega cuando una fuente de Luz brilla en las grietas de nuestro corazón y expone el pensamiento angosto, las formas superficiales y los bloques obstinados.
Una vez que ha ocurrido un cambio en el corazón, los verdes del crecimiento se verán brillantemente.
THROUGH OUT YOUR WEEK
May the Lord refresh your spirit like the morning rain does to the air we breath.
Que el Señor refresque su espíritu como lo hace la lluvia de la mañana en el aire que respiramos.
DARE TO COME
Morning Light is welcomed by a morning lover,
As for others the morning sun is just a bother.
To me? Well, it depends on my mindset or my waking mood.
But, if I pray as I wake, then I’m more than just good.
I’ll be flying high on cloud nine for the whole entire day.
Before I sleep, I ask the Good Lord to remind me to pray, when I wake.
A photo a week challenge ~ Light
Lately it has been difficult to sit and write my stories. Life has thrown many curves and I’m trying to stay sane.
Thank God for those who challenges us to write anything by using a word, a photo or two.
As for my stories, I need to pray for inspiration to pick up where I left them and finish at least on of them.
Will you join me and pray for me? Thank you.
How can I pray for you?
WHAT I KNOW TO BE TRUE
Blessings come and go and so do the trials and hardships. But, the Lord remains steadily faithful like an unmovable majestic mountain
Let me tell you the story behind the picture.
There I stood, with my eyes fixed on the distant mountains the breeze refreshed my skin. I stepped back to leave when movement on the grown caught my attention.
A dandelion swayed below my feet. I sensed it wanted me to see what it saw.
Holding to the road rail, down on my rump I went. But, to witness the picturesque view of the weed, I had to lay down by the side of the road.
I was so glad I did.
Now, getting up was a bit challenging, for the gravel and the inclined made my feet slipped.
Thank-goodness for road rails.
Incase, you want to know why I try to post positive and uplifting words and scripture?
Because they are my personal road map to myself.
Otherwise, the negative, put down, and hindering voices make me doubt on where to head. When they come, they not only want to hang around, but navigate my life. Telling me to go back where I came from.
Often, I return to a previous post only to read what I have told myself, slamming the door on the voices of doubt, insecurity, fear and insignificance.
With the Lord’s confidence, I remind myself, I am no longer that small, timid, shrinking back latina girl.
More and more, I voice, “I am bold and courageous and daring. I’m a pillar of fire whom can’t easily be put out.
I know God has gifted me with the ability to express my thoughts and see beauty to photograph.
Through my photography I soar like an eagle as I explore where life takes me. At places where the Lord allows my feet to walk, His Spirit helps me see the beauty around.
I only need to listen and go where the light shines and the wind moves. There, I see what God wants me to see and I can’t wait to share my finds and words here with you.
Thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts. God bless each of you.
My dog died.
My friend’s cat died.
Someone’s grandma died.
Then, I died.
Death came and took me to a place I didn’t belong.
That grandma I read about on Facebook, was nowhere to be seen.
As for my friend’s fluffy cat, there were no meows of his to be heard.
Alone, I cried as I called, “Bo, come boy.” But, he never came to greet me.
Where did every one go?
The phone rang.
Sleepy I answered, “Hello?”
My best friend’s energetic voice greeted my soul like a beating drum.
It was then when I realized, I left death behind in my dream, alone.
Never, have I been so glad for a phone call to wake me and bring me back to y’all.
️IN THE END️
May your last
Moments of today
Be filled with
Leaving a hunger
To wake again
MEMORIES ~ Time travel for the soul.
Revisiting the past may bring pain, but if one can endure the process, healing will follow.
At times what’s
Beyond the present
Overcomes the scenario
One left behind a second ago.
❄AN ICY EXPERIENCE❄
Summer is on the road
Heading north on its
Soon, the icebergs will melt
But my icy experience
Alaska is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited or lived at. Never could I imagined, I would have found Portage Glacier changing beauty addicting. It’s as if, this place was my home and I have returned.
I’ve been here at this same spot four times since November of 2017. This glacier hasn’t seen the last of me. As long as I return to Anchorage, I will be coming to visit this therapeutic and freeing view. For the change of this exotic creation can become rapid, one never knows.
For now, while change is slow, I will enjoy its enormous sight. Alaska, has captured my heart with the wonders of its Great Land.
Cycles have a purpose.
Winter anesthetics growth to improvement circumstances.
Spring awakens growth to rehabilitative change.
Summer energizes growth to celebrate development.
Fall relaxes growth to release what hindered the improvement of circumstance, rehabilitation of change and the celebration of development.
Be ready, when the icebergs of circumstances begin to melt.
Shifting, flooding, crowding can prevent us from having a positive attitude towards growth.
Like a taffeta curtain, the rain fell covering the mountains in the far distance.
As It advanced and crossed the emerald green lake, translucent it became.
freezing from the harsh, damp wind, my red-beet hands contrasted against the twirling snowflakes.
Many, white, small, art pieces drifted sideways towards my left only to turn to rain again.
Enchanted, I left, but my heart wished I could have stayed.
Can You See Yourself This Way?
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14 New International Version (NIV)
The beautiful and clever artist of the poem below, Nandita, has a gift with words. If you haven’t come across her blog, go visit her work. If you enjoy poetry you will stay and scroll awhile. Have a lovely day. Blessings.
May I not trip you from wanting to come and visit Alaska with the following images. Yes, its freezing cold on a windy, rainy, snowing day.
Your face and hands will turn red, like a cooked lobster, especially if you have a fair skin. Me, I just look a bit sunburn. Honestly, it will not matter, if you’re nuts about adventure.
The wild-er you are the more ground you’ll cover.
the enchanting beauty
will tease you
and dare you.
You will go,
if you like challenges
and you have the time.
Please, when visiting glaciers, don’t trip on the ice or slip. It will not bring any type of pleasure. It hasn’t happen to me, but it’s probably because I keep knocking on my head. 🙂 Which, I’m very thankful. Besides, it will take me twice as long as anyone else to get up since, I’m a teapot, short and stout.
on a more
be respectful to yourself, and
to those who came with you,
plus your surroundings.
Alaska is truly a dangerous wilderness where wild things sleep, eat and poop. With that said, watch your step. Especially where bears roam. In April, they are awake and hungry.
My desire is for these photos to not only astonish, but entice you to have your own adventurous trip in Alaska. I hope my words were crystal clear regarding safety in the great outdoors. Be careful this spring and summer, not just in Alaska, but in your own giant backyards.
My trip to Portage Glacier April 28, 2018 was short because of the weather, but it was intense because of the weather. I know, I wasn’t wearing the best shoes. I did have my hiking shoes in the trunk, but I wasn’t going far or for long. My husband waited in the car as I did my fifteen to twenty minutes explorations. It was way too cold for him to join me and my crazy love for nature.
Enjoy the beauty God created as you take time to hike, walk, ride, climb, cycle or swing on the porch. God bless.
🔷️A WILD CALL🔷️
I’d be gone
The Wild call
That my heart
But, not alone
☄UNDER MY FEET☄°
In lace, appeared
As If a gift
By photo edits.
The gift from
☄UNDER MY FEET☄
Not to see
UNDER MY FEET☄
To my feet
Frozen world existed
unbeknownst to me.
My slippery path
An intangible Voice
cried-out, “Photograph me.”
Contrast and color,
My heart skip a beat,
Slowly, hidden Galaxies
Revealed themselves to me.
IN THE FAR DISTANCE️
To grasp how big life really is, one must:
Drink oceans of understanding,
Climb mountains of insight,
Trench terrains of awareness,
Breath rivers of experience, plus
Soak -up starburst of heavenly enlightenment.
Or just go for a hike in the wilderness of Alaska.
I promise, your mind, heart, body, soul and spirit
will be drench with all the above that you
will sleep like a child, who’d played all day
and for most of the night.
HAVE YOU CHECKED YOUR HEART TODAY?
Lamentations 4:3 The Message (MSG)
3 Even wild jackals nurture their babies,
give them their breasts to suckle.
But my people have turned cruel to their babies,
like an ostrich in the wilderness.
IS THE LORD IN YOUR LIFE?
Ezekiel 48:35 The Message (MSG)
35 “The four sides of the city measure to a total of nearly six miles.
“From now on the name of the city will be Yahweh-Shammah:
HAVE YOU ACKNOWLEDGED GOD LATELY?
Romans 1:31-32 The Message (MSG)
28-32 Since they didn’t bother to acknowledge God, God quit bothering them and let them run loose. And then all hell broke loose: rampant evil, grabbing and grasping, vicious backstabbing. They made life hell on earth with their envy, wanton killing, bickering, and cheating. Look at them: mean-spirited, venomous, fork-tongued God-bashers. Bullies, swaggerers, insufferable windbags! They keep inventing new ways of wrecking lives. They ditch their parents when they get in the way. Stupid, slimy, cruel, cold-blooded. And it’s not as if they don’t know better. They know perfectly well they’re spitting in God’s face. And they don’t care—worse, they hand out prizes to those who do the worst things best!
I pray that you can say yes to all three questions. If not, I hope you will in the near future. God bless you.
My heart – where the Lord resides.
Lines which point up, unless they fall.
🍂CLOSE AND PERSONAL🍂
The snow will melt
The leaf will blow
The new buds will grow
I must ask,
will occur in me?
Are you ready to
Let go and mature?
🍂CLOSE & PERSONAL🍂
Captured by the wind of doubt leaves one stuck between timidity and distrust.
Get close and see, not the leaf; but yourself. You have much to offer where you exist.
Much like these stuck leafs, they’re a piece of art to be admired – where they’ve landed.
🍂CLOSE & PERSONAL🍂
Our ins and outs
Ups and downs
Seen and unseen
All in all
Right side or reverse
It’s what makes us
Let’s be grateful
Instead of shameful
Good or bad
When I wake up at 3:00 in the morning for no reason and can’t go back to sleep, I do three things:
I wonder, what does God have to say to me, then I wait.
I journal my thoughts after I read some scripture, blogs and devotionals.
I pray for those who are on my mind.
Then I usually go back to sleep.
But there are times, when I’ve spent time with God and I’m so energized that I will not sleep until the sun has traveled across the sky. At other times I just pray and go back to dreaming.
It’s been a while since I’ve heard from God. Maybe, it’s because I haven’t stayed awake. I wonder what will be this time at 3:30 a.m.
Heavenly Father, do you have something I need to hear from you at this time? If so, will you allow your Holy Spirit to speak to me the message you want me to hear. Will you lead me to a verse that may go with what you want me to understand? Thank you. I’m listening.
The wind is strong outside, I can hear it move the giant evergreen branches outside the bathroom window. It looks cold with the blanket of stormy clouds outside. Yet, something tells me it’s not cold at all. I shouldn’t allow how things look to deceive me. I should experience it for myself.
Just like the wind outside, it is also true about God. One should listen and observe what others teach about God, but it is of most important for one’s soul if they experience God themselves. I must step outside to find out how cold it really is or I may be deceived. You too, my friend, step outside of your knowing and experience God for what He really is.
I can tell you of his amazing love and abundant help, plus his stern correction for those he cares about. But, if you don’t step out and experience His Wind, you will not have a full understanding of His love for you. It will be like the wind that makes noises and you may see some sort of effect, but to know to really know, it has to be a personal decision to not only hear God’s Spirit but to sense Him with your spirit. It is then when you are fully alive.
God speaks like the wind. Can you hear Him? Can you feel His presence? Can you experience His Holy Spirit? If so, do you understand His word? If yes, ask Him to travel along with you, but never ever leave Him behind.
“Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of God. It cost God plenty to get you out of that dead-end, empty-headed life you grew up in. He paid with Christ’s sacred blood, you know. He died like an unblemished, sacrificial lamb. And this was no afterthought. Even though it has only lately—at the end of the ages—become public knowledge, God always knew he was going to do this for you. It’s because of this sacrificed Messiah, whom God then raised from the dead and glorified, that you trust God, that you know you have a future in God.” 1 Peter 1:18-19 MSG
What will happen if you do leave him behind and out of your life?
You may build for yourself greatness. You could become something beyond what others have become, reaching heights no one else has reached, making yourself famous. The reasoning will sound good. Good enough for man, yet you will not know the purpose of those who built with you or even your own heart. For, it has taken you far away from what is good for you and the relationship with God.
“God Turned Their Language into ‘Babble’ Genesis 11:1-9 MSG
1 1-2 At one time, the whole Earth spoke the same language. It so happened that as they moved out of the east, they came upon a plain in the land of Shinar and settled down.
3 They said to one another, “Come, let’s make bricks and fire them well.” They used brick for stone and tar for mortar.
4 Then they said, “Come, let’s build ourselves a city and a tower that reaches Heaven. Let’s make ourselves famous so we won’t be scattered here and there across the Earth.”
5 God came down to look over the city and the tower those people had built.
6-9 God took one look and said, “One people, one language; why, this is only a first step. No telling what they’ll come up with next—they’ll stop at nothing! Come, we’ll go down and garble their speech so they won’t understand each other.” Then God scattered them from there all over the world. And they had to quit building the city. That’s how it came to be called Babel, because there God turned their language into “babble.” From there God scattered them all over the world.”
Go search the scripture, no where you will find recorded that God said, this scattering of his people and the multi languages were good, like He did in the beginning of time.
What we build is not necessarily bad, The purpose of why we build is the root or the foundation of good or bad of our creation. If the purpose isn’t God centered, instead its self-centered, then God can’t give it His blessing.
Confusion and detachment will occur from those who we love and care about and from the things which matter in our lives.
Let’s pay attention to which wind, we are listening to and get blown by.
All this to say, when the wind blows and the tree limbs dance vigorously, take time to quiet your soul, go and talk to God and listen to the Holy Spirit guidance. He will teach you how to live and have an abundant life on earth as it is in heaven. As long as God is with you in your journey peace will follow you.
Don’t leave Him out of your life.
Yeah, this is what usually happens, when God wakes me and I don’t go back to sleep. Well, it’s 4:30 in the morning and I can still get some shut-eye before the alarm wakes me up.
I pray these word were a reminder of God’s desire to spend time with you and a blessing. May God be with us throughout or waking time. Let’s build with Him as we go about our duties and arts. God bless you.
Vague is the way
Yet it calls my name
Where will it lead
Honestly, I don’t know
One certain fact is true
If I stay, I’ll never see
Its changing effects
The way will make in me
Therefore I’ll say, “until”
Who knows how long It’ll be
When you’ll taste my lips and
Feel the warmth of my embrace
Alice, my busybody, imaginative, six-year-old placed a metal cross, a smash Twinkie and an empty wine bottle on the counter when she arrived home.
The vague items propelled me to ask, “Where did you get these things?”
“Father Don said, “Jesus can’t be found.” I looked for clues by the clubhouse and the Burger drive-thru. Where people yell, Jesus, all the time. Someone kidnapped him.” She stood a dinosaur by the cross. “I saved him from the Holy Water after my” Alice whispered, “absolution.”
“Hmm, I see.” Filled with curiosity, I asked, “Did you find who took Jesus?”
Alice squealed, “I did. A sticker on a car had, “Jesus is with me.” Here’s the tags,” she grabbed my hand. “Let’s go rescue Him. You call dad at the police station and ask for the address. I will write it down. Dad can meet us there with the swat team.”
In search of prompts to exercise my brain, I found a challenge to use the ten bolded words in a flash fiction of 150 words or less. Then before I could pinged it, I shut the sight. Then, I can’t find the blog.
At a restaurant, downtown Seattle, I frozen like a pillar. I stood by a small table which had a hand-size cake, a rose and a candle. A thought crossed my mind, If only he could join me.
“Please sit. Let me take your coat. Go ahead, take a plate and serve yourself a slice. The red velvet cake is luscious, melting at the close of your lips. I will return with coffee.” I followed the instructions from the soft-spoken server, whose eyes never met mine.
Low melodious piano music played in the background. I looked behind me. White doors swung. The only other person in the restaurant was gone.
In a room filled with white cloth-covered tables, I sat alone, waiting only on myself to enjoy an exquisite moment of my favorite dessert. The single red rose and a small flicker candle in a Crystal glass accompanied my order. Shadows from the candle dance on the cloth to the rhythm of the hope in my heart. One day, he, who loves me, would join me here.
Without a thought, I slid my fork in the velvet cake, took a bite and closed my eyes. The cake did melt at the closing of my lips.
Slowly I opened my eyes. Then I realized, a moose stood in my backyard and my coffee was yet to be brewed. I took a bite of my sliced toasted, buttered, rye bread in my hand and my daydream melted like snow on a warm spring day.
I thought to myself, one can always partake of a dream and escape the ordinary Alaska life.
Imaginative creativity sees ordinary as extraordinary.
Go visit Debbie’s at Travel With Intent, Six Word Saturday Challenge and participate. If you so be moved.
Nature is prolific, take time to observe, listen and learn.
One must cross the immensity ocean of uncertainty, before they climb the summits in their lives.
Sometimes the mounts right before us are piles made from clearing a way to move forward. Let’s not treat them as barriers.
Before distractions bloom, we should take a good look at what’s before us. Let’s not overlook the fact that, we just might be able to move right or left to avoid the distraction all together. Yes, it could be that simple.
Day’s duty flees aspiration. Sunset diminishes failure. Moments reflect past lessons. Faith restores tomorrow’s hope. Night gives a soul much-needed restoration.
A chilling wind called my name as it gently swayed the golden grass.
My soul drifted to the grassy side while my body stood on an icy road.
In no time, my body joined my soul and I whispered, “Alaska, why do you try to steal my soul? I’m already yours.”
BACK ON MARCH 30 – It was a beautiful sunny day in Anchorage, Alaska and all I wanted was to feel the sun’s warmth as the chilled air-cooled my face.
Believe me, on this day, this trail was busy with walkers, bikers and cross-country skiers. Oh, I almost forgot, also man’s best friend, doggies. It was safe, yet I remain alert.The peace and tranquility in the Alaska’s outdoors is addicting. I can’t ever get enough. On this day, I couldn’t wait to find a place to lose myself in. Mentally speaking.
The beauty this trail revealed created bubbles of happiness inside me. If I could have, I would have giggled as I twirled. I would have spun until the ground would have become unstable.
But, I didn’t.
I did feel drunk from the purest blue sky, that I thought I heard the spread out tree arms clap faster and faster as if to encourage me to go ahead spin and set my soul free.
Even though I only imagined, my soul did become filled with glee from the glimmering snow. I felt very much like a child as I roamed, photograph and dreamed by myself, but never once did I feel alone.
I hope you enjoyed this place like I did.
“God is my strength, God is my song, and, yes! God is my salvation.”
Exodus 15: 1-8
“Then Moses and the Israelites sang this song to God, giving voice together,
I’m singing my heart out to God—what a victory!
He pitched horse and rider into the sea.
God is my strength, God is my song,
and, yes! God is my salvation.
This is the kind of God I have
and I’m telling the world!
This is the God of my father—
I’m spreading the news far and wide!
God is a fighter,
pure God, through and through.
Pharaoh’s chariots and army
he dumped in the sea,
The elite of his officers
he drowned in the Red Sea.
Wild ocean waters poured over them;
they sank like a rock in the deep blue sea.
Your strong right hand, God, shimmers with power;
your strong right hand shatters the enemy.
In your mighty majesty
you smash your upstart enemies,
You let loose your hot anger
and burn them to a crisp.
At a blast from your nostrils
the waters piled up;
Tumbling streams dammed up,
wild oceans curdled into a swamp.” msg
Often when I wake, I wake with a song.
I rise and sing to my God who gives me strength.
He is my song in spite how my days may start.
Philippians 3:13-14 “I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.” MSG
I received a phone call saying that one of my son’s is not doing well and is thinking of quitting his job for a lesser one.
Let me back up four months past.
My oldest son was involved in an automobile accident. He was rear ended by a van going at 60 mph totaling his car. He, his wife and two young son were in the car at the time. Thankfully, no one else was hurt, only him. After three months of recovery, he returned to work, but he’s not the same.
The neck injury is effecting one of his hand. He’s unable to hold on to things. As his mother, my heart broke again as I heard the news. This son has faced one challenge after another without much of a break. Some of those are of his own doing, but others came as magnets not releasing him until the lasting damages had taken its course, much like this one.
When I’m riding on God’s Eagles, His promises, like the verse in Philippians and receive heart tugging news of one of my children struggling, I want to land the eagle and ask my child to climb aboard.
But, I can’t.
I can only call and point to the Lord’s almighty eagle for them to climb on.
Before fret ignited full-blown worry in my soul, I pointed my son where the Holy Spirit led me. I couldn’t believe my eyes as read, Isaiah 4: 10.
“. . . I’ve picked you. I haven’t dropped you.’
Don’t panic. I’m with you.
There’s no need to fear for I’m your God.
I’ll give you strength. I’ll help you.
I’ll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you.” msg
My hope is that my son climbed aboard.
Trusting my God gave no room for the flame of worry to crash me to the ground of uncertainty and disbelief. I continued to soar on my eagle. For, I must press on to the goal God has before me.
Without a doubt, I knew the Lord reached down to my son. All my son needed to do was to take His Lord’s hand and climb on His promise.
Holly Spirit minister to my son’s spirit as you have minister to mine. Help him to hear what God wants him to know. Direct his path along the side his Savior. Lord, strengthen his faith and belief in You.
God, please give my husband and I wisdom on how to advice our son, or not to speak, plus being the godly parents he needs at this time. Thank you, for all you are doing and will do for my son and his beautiful family.
May you find encouragement in God’s word and my story.
“Meanwhile, live in such a way that you are a credit to the Message of Christ. Let nothing in your conduct hang on whether I come or not. Your conduct must be the same whether I show up to see things for myself or hear of it from a distance. Stand united, singular in vision, contending for people’s trust in the Message, the good news, not flinching or dodging in the slightest before the opposition.
Your courage and unity will show them what they’re up against: defeat for them, victory for you—and both because of God. There’s far more to this life than trusting in Christ. There’s also suffering for him. And the suffering is as much a gift as the trusting.” Philippians 1:27-29 MSG
The way is not easy, but it is possible, even when it’s lonesome.
What way are you seeking?
Which way are you headed?
Where are you leading others?
Keep in mind the road you are on, someone else has gone before you, otherwise how else was the path created. Find how they survived and arrived to their destination.
Be aware, if no one is beside you, it doesn’t mean no one is following.
Know, someone is watching and observing you.
Therefor, walk in a way that you give Christ the glory and praise in spite of the present troubles and uncertain future.
Do not allow the troubles of this world to deplete your belief in the One, who carried your many crosses, all in one. For He has made a way for you and for me. I know, I’ve been on this path and it’s lonesome cold. But, without the many prayers of those who know my woes, my spirit wouldn’t have survived the freezing nights of my soul.
Confide in those who believe in God, His Son, the Holy Spirit and in you.
May you reach out to the Lord Jesus Christ and take his hand through those He sends your way. He eagerly waits to give what he has for you, and assist you to arrive at your next destination.
Keep persistent in faith. When you faith dwindles, and it may, call on those whose faith is burning bright. When no one is available, don’t forget, Jesus, himself, prays for us.
🔹️BE LIKE A WINTER FLOWING RIVER🔹️
As long as water is able to move or come from a hot spring in harsh winter, it will not freeze solid and will serve its purpose for the elements and the wild life.
When I’m set with only my options and there’s no carrying warmth in my heart for change, my thinking becomes frozen.
I will then be a person, who no one will want to come and spend time with me.
As long as I keep my thoughts like a river, trickling during harsh, cold relationships, I’m more incline to be patient, kind and compassionate even when I don’t see eye to eye on the subject.
Respecting the differences of others helps me move on with peace
Is it easy? No, not really. But I care and love the individual too much to freeze over and keep them out of my life and heart.
Love leaves a part in my heart open for heavenly reflection on how to treat others.
For, I too want to be treated respectfully when others don’t see or agree with my thoughts or ways.
Life is harsh, but I don’t have to allow living this life to make me harsh. I do have a choice. With God’s grace and mercy my river of love keeps flowing.
BELIEVE IN MIRACLES – Ask for a miracle, then expect for God to give whatever Jesus asks on your behalf. Keep in mind, miracles come for others to believe.
“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.”
Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.”
Will you believe like Martha did?
Keep in mind, once you cross, you must return with less. Otherwise, how else will you be able to fit through that small passage and come back?
Seriously, being out in nature can help shrinks problems, lessens troubles, relieves tension, plus reduce our waist line, if we adjusts our perspectives.
WARNING! Being out in the wild-of-less, it’s a humbling experience.
On a Thursday, Jesus and his disciples were having dinner or what we call the Last Supper. Not necessarily a Mexican meal, but some traditional dishes of their culture.
Anyway, at some point Jesus begun to speak and the shatter slowly diminished. By the time everyone’s eyes were on Jesus or on their plate before them, their ears tuned-in to Jesus’s voice. The words they heard were probably much like a parable to them.
The verses below, the words Jesus spoke, have been, are and will be deciphered and studied for ages to come. Each time, many will get encouraged, receive clarity and be rescued from the deceiver’s hands into Jesus’ arms.
19 “I am telling you now before it happens, so that when it does happen you will believe that I am who I am. 20 Very truly I tell you, whoever accepts anyone I send accepts me; and whoever accepts me accepts the one who sent me.”
21 After he had said this, Jesus was troubled in spirit and testified, “Very truly I tell you, one of you is going to betray me.”
22 His disciples stared at one another, at a loss to know which of them he meant.23 One of them, the disciple whom Jesus loved, was reclining next to him.24 Simon Peter motioned to this disciple and said, “Ask him which one he means.”
25 Leaning back against Jesus, he asked him, “Lord, who is it?”
26 Jesus answered, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish.” Then, dipping the piece of bread, he gave it to Judas,the son of Simon Iscariot. 27 As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him.
So Jesus told him, “What you are about to do, do quickly.” 28 But no one at the meal understood why Jesus said this to him. 29 Since Judas had charge of the money, some thought Jesus was telling him to buy what was needed for the festival, or to give something to the poor. 30 As soon as Judas had taken the bread, he went out. And it was night.” John 13:18-30 NIV
Since I believe Jesus is the son of God, I try my hardest to follow his ways and to study his word. This passage tugs my heart to a stop, each time I read it. Intently, I listen to the Holy Spirit, to hear what he’s trying to help me understand, learn and see.
Today, God’s Holy Spirit helped my imagine. It was as if a portal opened and I stepped back in time for a story came alive in my mind. There I stood, in the room with the twelve disciples, Jesus and other servants ready to serve.
Being the servant who poured the wine when Jesus comes, I step in the room and begin to fill the cups. This evening wasn’t out of the ordinary, but somehow we knew there was something special about tonight’s gathering.
As always, when Jesus begins to speak, we who serve hurry to finish our task and move out of sight.
All the servers were done and had taken their place. I still needed to pour the wine in Jesus cup. Since he had motion to fill the twelve cups first, I was left in an awkward place, I couldn’t walk away like I’ve done before. To not disturb his speaking, I walk behind him, which I’ve never done. until this evening.
About to pour the wine in Jesus cup, when I hear his words, “My Spirit is troubled.” Paralyzed, I remain knelt beside him and my hands trembled.
Jesus said, “. . . someone is going to betray me.”
My body weakened and Christ held me up, took my hands and helped me pour the wine in his cup.
In those eternal seconds, my soul was baptized in love and I began to cry. In spirit, I hear him tell me as he continued to speak. “Child of mine, it will all be fine. Be strong, console souls, hold them steady, like I’ve done to you.”
I scooted back and took my place. Tears trickled down my nose, as the word, “betray” rang loudly in my mind.
Then suddenly Judas ran out of the room. A silent heavy sorrow filled the atmosphere making it difficult for me to breathe. Not sure what else Jesus said for my spiritual lantern had been blown out. The only words, I kept from that night were, “Lift others. They’ll be shaken. Console their souls with His love.”
In my present day, March 31st of 2018, I begin to think of the events between the betrayal Thursday and what we call Good Friday.
We, Christ followers, remember these events as if they all happened from Thursday, to Friday, to Sunday. But if we take time to refresh our minds and our hearts, we’ll recall from the betrayal night to the resurrection morning, difficult and trial-some days occurred.
Agony built for Christ and his followers. There wasn’t anything Good about Friday, not to them. For the servant girl who filled Jesus cup, will not be serving him wine any more. She lost the one who loved her soul. It would take time for her to understand his prophetic words. Even us today, still struggle to unfold all of what Jesus taught and meant.
Like his faithful followers who wrote the scriptures and the many others who kept Jesus’ love flowing, I too have been called to console souls with the love my soul has been baptized.
Jesus rose, was seen and spoke again. He speaks to us today through his word and his Holy Spirit. He wants for us to know not only about his love, but his forgiveness and his healing grace.
Today, he lifts me, steadies me, and walks with me. Without Christ, I would be hopelessly lost, unloved, and tattered. Not sure where, but somewhere, my face would be planted to the ground, too weak from a malnourished spirit, too crippled from a broken heart and too poor for my soul to live on. BUT!
Because of my Lord and savior’s love, I’m healed, forgiven and living to console souls. His love flows through my spirit, energizes my soul and gives me a purpose to live one day at a time. Thank you, Jesus, for your continual love for me and the world. I love you, my Savior.