Monday, October 14, 2019

The empty cup

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 rise and go downstairs to where my dogs eagerly greet me. With their wagging of tails, and bouncing about my feet, I smile. After a few minutes of pet appreciation I let them out to do their business. I find they are always so happy to see me. Those adorable pets of mine greet each new day with such enthusiasm and excitement.  Their zeal for life often reminds me of the blessing of life, what it is to walk in the land of the living, in the current minute, observing and appreciating the moment. Just to take a moment and be thankful, to practice having a grateful heart.

When my dogs return inside the house, I feed them and the proceed to make my self a cup of coffee. With my coffee in hand I go outside and sit on the bench in the backyard.

 Now here's 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 colors.  Red, yellow, green and orange leaves where  being illuminated by the raising of the sun. It was glowing outside! Multi-colored warmth flooded my soul! I immediately thought "How good Yahweh is!". I walked to the bench and sat down. I proceeded to drink my coffee, as the minutes passed my mind began to think on the possible events that could occur this day and how my heavenly father had already given me everything I needed for this day even before  the day had officially started for me. "His mercies are new every morning, how great is his faithfulness! I was so thankful to be experiencing this moment in time connecting with my Creator.

Then all went silent. The birds stopped singing, and the wind stopped blowing. The moment was prefect. I felt like I was suspended there for a few second in time. I thought of what it meant to appreciate what I have been given.

I reached for my cup of coffee and brought it to my lips;  anticipating the sensation of the smell of the nutty fragrance that would delight my nose. Of the taste and the perfect amount of sweetness because of the honey I added.I was looking forward to warmth of the mug in my hand. I could already imagine the satisfaction I would experience as I drank my coffee. Deep in thought, I brought the cup to my lips but the cup was empty! In that second, right then and there I realize that there was no more coffee in my cup and I felt 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. I looked at the trees, and then I took the time to notice one again, to observe the beauty that was all around me. I looked back down at the empty cup in my hand.  I heard my Heavenly Father say 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 "I AM". 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.


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 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."