Monday, October 14, 2019

The empty cup

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As per habit of mine, each morning when I get up I go through this routine that I have come to enjoy. After waking from sleep, I go downstairs and greet and and let the dogs out to do their business. I find they are always happy to see me and greet each new day with such  enthusiasm and excitement. After this I feed them. Then I make coffee for myself and go outside and sit on the bench in the backyard. Now here's to the point. This morning when I stepped outside and beheld the day it was absolutely stunning to behold. The warm colors of fall greeted me with an array of  red, yellow, green and orange leaves that were being illuminated by the raising of the sun. It was glowing outside in multi-color! I immediately thought "How good Yahweh is!". I walked to the bench and sat down. I proceeded to drink my coffee, as I though on the possible events of the day. I was so thankful to be experiencing this moment in time connecting with the Creator. All went silent. The birds stopped singing and there was no wind was blowing. The moment was prefect. I reached from my cup of coffee and brought it to my lips; already anticipating the sensation of smell, taste, warmth, and satisfaction. But the cup was empty! In that second, right then when I realize that there was no more coffee and I experienced a deep feeling of disappointment. The cup was empty.  Well, I look at the cup and sat it down alongside of me on the bench. I looked up at the sky, the trees, and observed the beauty that was all around. I looked back at the empty cup. At that moment I heard in my spirit. "My cup will never run dry". Then I remember a Bible verse I once read in the Book of Lamentations.

  "It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassion's fail not.They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.

Yes I was gently reminded this morning of the love of God and how each day is a new day full of his unending grace and mercy that he has extended to me and to you. Everything we need and could ever want is found in him. He is that cup that never runs dry.

Friday, July 19, 2019

Turbulent Waters






Turbulent Waters

Tempestuous, stormy, unstable, unsettled, tumuluous, explossive, conflict, chaotic, full of confusion, violent, wild, lawless. Sounds like life sometimes, but have hope, There is only one who can bring you safely through the waters. Only one who can brings you hope when we are hopeless.
One verse I leave with you.

Isaiah 43:2

"When you go through deep waters, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown."

Monday, April 8, 2019

Do I look like Him?

Do I look like Him?

Do I look like Him? Was he black or was he white?
Was he short or was he tall?
How did he talk? How did he walk?
What did he wear? Where did he live?


Do I look like Him? Is it true I was made after his image?

Was he mistreated too?
Was He lie on and betray?
Was He was beaten til his back was torn?
Was He was abuse and hug on a tree?

Yes, He should have been first, but he was last.

Did they discredit his character?
Did they change His name?
Did they try to kill his legacy?

Yes! But, do I Look like Him?

Was He just?
Was He Forgiving?
Was He kind and caring?
Did He care for his family above himself.
Did He obey his father?

Yes, He was known for his love.

But do I LOOK LIKE HIM?

I don't know. You tell me.
We all look and act like our parents.
So, do you look like Him?





Monday, March 25, 2019

What's going on?

What's going on?

What's going on in the world today?
This is the question I asked myself.
What's black is now white.
What's wrong is now considered right.
Did I miss something?
Was I asleep?
What's going on? My spirit cries.
My eyes see changes I do not like.
My senses are charged and high.
Should I flee or should I stay.
Where can I go?
Where can I hide?
What's going on I asked myself.
Where is the love.
I only see hate.
What's going on where is our hope?
Through the lies, the pain, my spirit search.
What to believe, where is the truth?
Up is down and down is up.
I must look beyond myself.
With God my friend, so be at rest.
To find the true we must search and seek.
For our eyes decieve us and our hearts grow faint.
But there is a way to set things right.
Put others first and do what's right.

What's going on?



Tuesday, March 19, 2019

I Cry


girl standing next to plants

I CRY.






I cry today my heart is broken.
The lost is unbelievable. Inconceivable.

There is not one that has not been affected.

The air is foul, polluted and unclean.
Chemtrails, and Geoengineering take the blame.
Man's hands where they don't belong.
The birds once ruled the skies but now they fall and refuse to fly.
On the ground they are found.
Laying, still and cold. Stench of death all around.

Where are the bee's and butterflies can they be found?

I cry today a sea of tears of pain.
For the seas now gives up it's dead.
How much sickness underneath the waves unseen?
Toxic waters all around.  Radiation and pollution creeping around.
The beaches filled with plastics, filth and trash.
You cannot walk, you cannot swim there for it is their grave.
A grave of fish, both large and small, of many life forms that once swam around.
Red now the tide of blood we shed, and we will still experience this mighty dread.

I cry today I see the tide that trouble rides.
Oh how it crashes and breaks apart on the land.
Each shard of energy directed to destroy. Air, Earth, Fire, and Water.
According to temperature they take their turn.
What violence is this released to man from sky and sea and of the land.
With angry winds, rain and storm;Tsunami, hurricanes, Tunnels, and funnels.
Her voice in the wind screaming out her pain.
Reject what is evil! Reject the evil or we will die.

I cry today the earth she quakes.
She talks to me "Are you awake? I bend my heart to hear her plea.
And this is what she telling me.

"This stress and strain I cannot bear.
 My crust it breaks from your unrightous acts.
 I must reject what you have done. My source comes from the One.
Separate you us from our Creator's care.
For life was I made. Renewable by the eternal spirit.
Because of your corruption, your greed, your sin, hatred and now death is everywhere.
To extinction you hunt, taunt, cheat, and steal.
My resources plunder, raped and wasted.
Endangered now is all.The large parish and the small.
Human, animal, bird, insect, and plant.
Cut off and poisoned all.

I cry today I do my part,  I repent. I repent.....
It is a start.

Monday, January 14, 2019

The Carpenter's Way



Person Holding Black Pencil


One day I had a visitor--a carpenter. I called him earlier in the week and arranged for him to stop by and do some work around my house. When he got to my house that day, it was early in the morning and the sun was just rising over the horizon. The darkness of night was giving way to the breaking of the dawn. An awareness of the new day was introduced into the consciousness of a world awaking from slumber. This man, unknown to most, had shown up to worked in the dawn of this new day.  He was a builder, a fixer and maker of things. I watched this man as he entered my house, and I noticed a few things about him. I guess what struck me most was the fact that he didn't seem to be in a hurry. He took his time he was slow and deliberate in the way that he move and carried himself. After the introduction I show him around and what needed to be done. And to my amazement he sat down at my kitchen table and begin to drink the coffee he had brought in with him.  With each sip he began to process all that he had seen and had been told. Taking in and assessing what had been asked of him to do. He evaluated what resources were available to him and defined what the desired outcome was to be.

His eyes, his mind, and his past experiences were the first tools used. He did not make an attempt to start without fully understanding what was being asked of him. He did not hurry, he was not rushed. I noticed in that instance how important that first step was: in pausing and evaluating he ensured that his time, energy, and effort were not wasted, but would be utilized in the most efficient and productive manner. He did not rush. As he sat there I watched his face  I could see the many expressions that accompanied his thoughts. I could almost hear the questions being explored in his mind. Ideas were being analyzed, and solutions were found and in that moment of time. All the unseen possibilities played out in the arena of the carpenter's mind.

"Measure twice and cut once" I heard my mind say. How much wood and labor did it cost to come up with that phrase? I thought. But this guy-- he was something.  With paper and pen in his hand he calculated the risks before they became costly.

 As I turned my attention back to my guest as he was finishing up his coffee. "I am ready now to begin". And begin he did. He was creative and not afraid of a little hard work.  He worked like his reputation was at stake, with his heart, his hands, and his very soul. Later that day, when the project gloriously completed, I thank him and paid him for his serves and he walked out the door.

And I thought to myself about the Carpenter's Way. "Don't hurry, don't rush. Sit down and take the time to think about it and then begin. Then work with in confidence with all your body, heart, mind and soul."

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

The doom of the Giants!



The doom of the Giants!

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Giants, giants everywhere, beware beware.
From ancient times they still roam.

Defiant, willful, lawless ones.
Who dare to rise above their station.
Who thought they could change themselves.
They say "we know better, we know best."
Our design will stand the test.

What deception lies in wait.
Do not, do not! open the gate.
People of earth it is not to late.
Choose your side and choose it well.
Stand with the one to whom the gates do not prevail.

Giants, giants everywhere, Beware! Beware!
We have been warned, oh do take care!

They climb and crawl from their dark caves.
Awake now from long time sleep.
Appointed time, a date to keep.
They search and seek that of their own.
Destruction and despair to them they take.

Giants, giant everywhere, BEWARE! BEWARE!
Their end is sure the Bible tells.

The time has come and war is near,
Listen all and do not fear.
The King is coming to set thing right.
Remember it is not your fight.
This enemy of old his doom has come.

Giants, giants nevermore their plan has failed.
This enemy his doom has come, all his nasty work undone.
With host and saints we all will see a most amazing victory.
And on bend knee in one accord we all shout out in humility.

You Lord are true, you are the King,
and as foretold in days long past our Lord our God the victor last.

Giants, giants nevermore. Peace and rest at last restored.