Storms

The Word     

Since God has spoken, man is responsible to act. Responding to Him makes us complete.

A Blend

 I asked for the gift of wisdom

Expecting to see the world in a new way. In unexpected answer, my eyes were opened to see the truth unfolding within my own being. Two worlds lay in open defiance of one another, giving no quarter, showing no mercy. My heart grew faint and my soul shuddered to witness the struggle between eternal and mortal.

My eyes filled with the sorrow of a lifetime; my body knew the pain of hopelessness. The loneliness of what was revealed grew for I did not want to face what was there. The pain of the truth was great and heavy when I found what must be faced within me. Little did I know that I must begin within before I could see what lay round about me.

Tears must be shed, humility learned, suffering accepted and forgiveness given. Confession had to be made before God that I may find and know His forgiveness. To be given a vision of both worlds is to realize they intertwine and blend. A measure of pain within this mortal life to a measure of joy for the eternal life. A balance of both worlds in this life brings living wealth to the eternal now.

Eyes, ears and mind are fully attuned, precisely aligned to all that life is. A receptive heart and soul to truth purifies all knowledge into true wisdom.

Wealth

                 

                  I am wealthy beyond measure.  Can you give a

                  cup of love as payment for a service given?  By what

                  scale would you measure long steadfast friendship?

                  What measure of length is there to gauge the depth

                  of compassion?  Where is the container by which you

                  would measure the volume of my peace?  Is there a

                  place where you can pay to keep happiness from

                  fading away?

 

                  How then should I tell you of wealth but

                  to say it is the fullness of life!  Wealth is not

                  material but the flavor of sweet and sour of daily

                  experience.  Moment by moment, hour by hour, day by

                  day, life savored moment by moment.  Years

                  overflowing with pain and joy in a mixture of

                  peace, toil and happiness with not one second

                  passing unnoticed.  Life is a measure of wealth

                  only when you do not think it owes you but that

                  you owe life for its generosity.

                 

                  So walk in the summer sun slowly and play

                  briskly on cold winter days.  Drink in the

                  panorama of scenery or focus on the single lily in

                  the field.  Take a deep breath of cool air or touch

                  a friend in loving attentiveness.  Close your eyes

                  and listen to music quietly soothing tensions

                  away.  Let every sense come alive to the life that

                  glows so brightly all about you filling your

                  treasuries to the fullest and making you wealthy

                  beyond measure.

 Hand in Hand

                   He said, " Come to me my little one," and I cried.

              He said, " Be not afraid for I am here," and I cried.

          I said, " Yes my Lord! I am yours," and He smiled.

               I said, " Take my hand that I may follow," and He smiled.

           He said, " Take my hand that I may give you peace and joy," and I cried.

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That is it for this week. I will post a few more writings from yesteryear next week. May the good Lord Bless and Keep you safe. Remember to "Always Love The Details."

The Word

 Ephesians 1:9

When I was drawn into creating a blog back in 2014 I had no idea why I should consider such an enterprise. At that time the coloring skills I had were rough and there were few supplies to color with. My DW had been blogging for several years and asked me to help by coloring some of her stamped images to use in her card making. I said OK and from that time on I was hooked, fascinated with the idea of being a part of her joy of creating cards. Over time the craft supplies grew as did the tools to color the images and I even created a card or two. Eventually I was told I should create my own blog by several of her blogging friends but I saw no reason to do so since she already had one I could contribute to. Eventually I gave in and created the blog you now are reading. It was quite different from its present form because I devised an alter ego to use named Cherokee. My parents had often insisted our family had Native American ancestry. They never told me what nation or tribe that was from but I do believe them. They are long gone as are any of my family or relatives that would know such things. 

After several years of using the alter ego I felt guilty for the way I used Cherokee on the blog. He was retired soon after. The blog eventually evolved into the place of sharing it is today. The Lord does things in a strange way to our thinking but it is His way of bringing us together. I know there are many more visitors than commenters but that is ok. It is nice to know He is reaching many more ears than I could buy just sharing here at home. The Word is important to share. He has been so generous in so many ways. Sometimes we meet someone that is not what we expected ( poor, humble, quiet, hard to look at, dirty or some other unexpected feature ) but find ourselves captivated in the beauty of their simplicity and faith. I would hope that is the way you see this world and this blog. 

I will post a bit of artwork next month. Until then, remember to "Always Love The Details" and may God always Bless and keep you safe.