Let Me Tell You One Thing

  God is Close Take care to nurture the hurting and the wounded of life and the return will be the sweetness of God's breath. There Are No Homeless I never saw anyone that had no place to go,  their destiny is constantly beckoning them.  Whether for gold or poverty, for love or hate, whether for fame or anonymity, the road is a magnet.  Reminisce Back when is a thing to get lost in-but mostly it takes away from the right now. No Regrets Fill the void with things that are good, like love, joy and peace.  There are no regrets with these and they fill the heart with ease. Subtraction Take away the simple things in life and all that remains is the complex. The Pied Piper Make a noise and all will come running, be quiet and all will think you strange. The Stairwell I sat among the stairwell looming above and beneath-trying to decide the direction to take. Shall I go up or down-Up or Down?  Up or Down? What is at the top? What is at the bottom? My faint heart freezes me into sitting in t

Psalm 84: 7-9 Devotions in Psalms October 13, 2015 Vs 7 They go from strength to strength; each one appears before God in Zion.                Proverbs 4:18 But the path of the just is like the shining sun that shines ever brighter into the perfect day.                Isaiah 40:31 But those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.                John 1:16 And of His fullness we have all received, and grace for grace.                2 Corinthians 3:18 But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord. We often talk of people living from paycheck to paycheck.   It seems like a cycle that people cannot get out of.   Just when it seems there is light at the end of the tunnel, it seems the tunnel gets longer.   There is no way t

  Look, God is great and we do not know all things about Him.  He has never had a beginning nor an ending.  Eternity goes backward and forward and is everlasting to everlasting. We only know the parts of God that He allows us to know; but there are deeper parts He will show to us if only we let Him know we truly want to know Him. We may not understand all there is to know about God, but He desires to show Himself to us in a greater way, to move back the clouds that surround Him and show Himself to us more clearly. Even in His distance, we can learn of Him.  It is frightening to be separated from Him, but even in our fear of that, He has never and will never leave us.   No, we cannot understand all of Him; there are limits to our understanding of God,  but we can know Him more intimately by reading His book and by spending quality time with Him in meditation and prayer. God is God, we must take that as a given.  We are wasting time when we try to begin anyplace else.  God is God.  If we

  4/8/2019 This third year of his death is different.    It is as if I do self-talk and let myself know there is no way possible that I can go through another year of the pain I went through the second year after his death. Each day I have to make myself do some small thing or some big project to know that I am truly progressing and that I am truly alive. Today was an overcast day, then suddenly I looked out of my window and it was raining; a good steady rain, one that wouldn’t stop in a few minutes.   As I stood at my kitchen window, which looked over my backyard and the green grass and saw the rain coming steadily down, an image of Clyde as a young farmer filled my mind.   He would work so hard to plant and tend his crops.   He had no irrigation at that time and depended on the rain to water his crops.   It had been an unusual dry spell and the crops were so thirsty.   I walked through our bedroom and he was sitting on the floor by the window with the window raised.   I said,

  I am passing through this life, with all its' joys, goodness, and strife. I am passing through, only passing through. When I stopped and looked around, I saw others moving along the ground. People who are passing through with me, I am not alone, others are going, some seem on a spree. Some want to make it through quick, they do everything to be done, every trick. They harm themselves with their lifestyle, never giving a thought to the Christ child. But I can only do me, I cannot do them.  Each one of us has to decide to pull off the film. So I look back on my own path, looking ahead, knowing that surely soon all of us will be dead. I had better get busy, and try to make good, make good things happen, as I know I should. The upper, the lower, all people go forth, we are the same, each making our choice. We are all passing through, only passing through.

  Life in the fast lane gets more interesting everyday as I see the faces zoom by, a blur that passes me while all the time I am wondering what is happening behind that blur of faces.    What is the pain and the disappointments they are running from? It is all too vivid. Rather than seeing what the rush is accomplishing, I am seeing a highway filled with people who are unfocused, unproductive, and absolutely exhausted.   The final rest must come soon, or else, the spot I have chosen to sit upon along this road, along this fast lane, will have no impact.   I just want the blur of runners to see that it is possible to sit along the lane, and watch the fools rush by.    If they perchance glance my way, I can raise my hand and wave and hope that they will connect with a stationary person long enough to see the smile I am giving to them.

  If only I could see a red bird lighting on a tree, h ow very happy I would be! When I look out my window pane, there is no green or sun, it's insane! The summer is gone and the leaves are grounded, the mirth in my heart has been impounded. The sky has wept bitterly for days on end, overcast dripping is all it will lend. The lurking Covid has kept us down, the sky keeps it's constant frown. If only I could see one cardinal perched in a tree, the contrasting red to see;  I would get up from the depths of despair and know there is hope somewhere! If only...

Presume or Assume When I wake each day, I presume. I presume that today will be much like yesterday. The sun will rise, the oceans will wave. When I wake each day I presume. I presume I will procrastinate. I will drag my feet and bide my time. On the other hand: When I wake each day I assume. I assume that others know my thoughts. They will know I love them even though I don't tell them. When I wake each day I assume. I assume that if you know me you will like me You will look into my soul and know me. In the definition of presume and assume, Presumptions are based upon probability.  Assumptions are based upon feeling. Presumptions and assumptions are not cousins. When you read this, I presume you will understand  even if not interested. I assume you will find it thoughtful even if not entertaining.