Creation’s Glory


Hope you have a blessed Sunday!

Life’s Creation

A breath above, spoken word sent out
Spreads, thoughts coalesce
Take form, into the
physical
Transcendent wind
Blows from, beginning at the
Gates of power radiating off His face

Images, wishes formed within a Father’s heart
Become concrete, written in
The outlines of energy,
Light
Moving, spinning, coming
Together, suns, planets twirl
Laughing, His pleasure overflows as He looks

Sees how easily ideas become hardened into
A home for creatures, small and
Great, springing into
Reality
Rocks harden, form
From fire, water springs, gurgles,
Rises from the gathered dust of an earth’s

Thickened crust, left stable, solid enough at last
To walk upon, empty at first, but
Waiting, hoping for new
Life
To begin, anticipating
Eager and yearning, for a type of
Joy unknown until His fingers caress the

Surface of its spinning face, revealing, giving
Transforming barrenness, a word given
Trees bend, flowers bloom
Winds
Move across this aspect of
a new world yearning for more creation,
Work of His hands to be revealed upon this exterior façade

Smiles, joy burns within winds being blown by a voice
In power speaks, light expands, a form
Struggles to move then stops, a
Breath
Is gasped, a hand reaches up
Seeking its beginning, from whence it
Came, blindly knowing within it exists not without

The love, power floating overhead, singing within
Songs unheard before this first breath
Taken, started, thought of
Created
Anticipated, hoped for,
Longing to share, releasing all that is good
Into this place made for, created only to be & dance within His Love

Eight Year Drought

Because of my cancer treatments, I had not taken a vacation trip in eight years. Finally this year, I traveled with my family(husband, daughter, son-in-law and two grandchildren) to the Smokey Mountains National Park. It was the first year since 2011 I have had the strength to travel anywhere. Also because of my little grandson’s autism, my daughter and son-in-law were unable to take him on any trips. Some places are friendly to handicapped children, but unfortunately most are not.

We stayed in a cabin so as not to disturb other people. My grandson has irregular sleep patterns and can make noise at night.

But Praise God, Praise God!! We had a wonderful time, and both children behaved much better than we expected. Baric, my grandson, seemed to enjoy the trip more than anyone. Autistic people can be fascinated by water and its movements so they took him to the Aquarium there. He loved it and enjoyed the mountain streams. They even let him dabble his toes in one.

I did not know even where to begin to look for a cabin to stay in and just took the first nice-looking one we could afford. It turned out to have a outstanding and beautiful view of the mountains and size-wise fit all of us.

God gave us a wonderful vacation, and all of us really needed it. Praise God, Praise God, Praise God!!! May He bless your life like He has blessed mine!  I came into life an orphan with nothing, and He has given me more than I could have thought possible. All He wants is your love and respect and of course, humble obedience. Have a blessed day!

Early Morning Breakfast!

 

 

Everybody was hungry this morning! Our greenway system which runs through the middle of a city was very, very busy this morning. I guess since the animals are so used to people by now, they have lost almost all their fear of humans. I was walking camera in hand when a full-grown female deer slowly walked out in full view onto the greenway making her way toward the river for water. I followed at a distance until she stopped to eat on the leaves of a bush. I kept on slowly and quietly until I must have been only 8 yards from her. She turned to look, and I started talking to her like I would my pet cat or dog. She stood there, perked up her ears and just listened for several minutes. It was amazing! She was so beautiful. Earlier I had a squirrel on the edge of the greenway who kept on eating as I practically had to step over him to move forward, and there must have been at least 25 to 30 mallard ducks in the river peacefully swimming and eating as all us two legged greenway users cruised past them. Seeing the animals up so close and personal makes the experience so much more pleasant and enjoyable.

Nature is beautiful, and it reminds me of Psalm 19 which starts off with:

1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.

3 They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.

4 Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the end of the world.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13

Praise God!!

Sunday Morning Efforts

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I don’t know why, but this writing happens to me at the most inconvenient times, usually around 3:30 or 4:30 in the morning, especially to write a poem. This was written early, early this morning. I hope you enjoy your Sunday morning. Praise God!!

Fire Dancer

Power reaches out
Blazing fingers extend
themselves to the figure
Bent, drooping below

On a floor created
Only for this—the dance
A fingertip extends to
Caress its creation

Giving of itself
To the soon to be
Dancer below
Feet now dipped in fire

The figure raises
Back is straightened
Head held high
Movement flows
and its dance begins

Delighted, Power above,
Enthused in Joy,
sees this life now
Transformed
—caught up in the dance—

Toes burn, ankles turn
To the beat, cadence
Of a music heard, felt
Only above flowing
Through the fingers of fire.

Fire moves from the floor
To burn, entice, enwrap
Legs, now hips, waist bends
In flames, yellow, red
Blue, engulfing upward

To chest, shoulders,
Neck and finally
Head, heart, all burns
Dancing in purest joy
To turn and sweep

Arms raised, head tilted
To see, view, glimpse
Only the One Above
Watching as she twirls
On toes of fire

Living flames of Spirit
May engulf us all
Given half a chance
You too could be
allowed, won’t you join in
live in, breath
within the Dance.

Praise

 

Here’s just a short, almost whimsical poem for the end of your week. Hope you have a good weekend. Praise God!!

Praise
Praise in the Rain
Praise in the Light
Praise under the Covers
in the middle
of the Night.

Shout in the darkness
Lift out your voice
You’re free, never forced
to make it your choice.

So Praise, Praise
this Wonder of Wonders,
This God who covers
with His cross
each and every Blunder.

Saturday Vibes

 

I love to get out of the city into the countryside and into smaller towns(although the town I live in is not too big). My husband and I went to a smaller town and the state park nearby. We never had seen the dam and lake at this particular park. It was a beautiful day. Some of the heat and humidity had finally left.

It’s also amazing what you can find at antique malls in smaller towns from old school desks, children’s wagons to cement angels plus I could not resist some of the lovely old restored homes and peaceful small town churches. We got to eat lunch in a small Mom and Pop city café with the best fruit pie I had ever tasted. I recommend taking a journey to smaller town America if you get a chance. Some of these small towns remind us of the peace and liberty we fight for in this country. Get out and enjoy the beauty of God’s creation. Praise God!

Celebrate Abba’s Love — Pure Glory

by Apostle Gabriel Cross Energy, oil, and time are wasted, when we degrade, practice witchcraft, and war against each other. However, when we celebrate, walk in Abba’s love, and unite with each other against the kingdom of darkness. We enforce the Victory of Christ over our enemies. © Crown of Glory International Ministries. Unauthorized use […]

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Not about Me(Purchase)

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There is only one entity that can lift you up out of the slime pits of hell, and that is the Holy Spirit. When Satan literally is trying to destroy you—-and remember he doesn’t want to just give you a little boo boo, he wants to rip you to shreds——only the Holy Spirit of the Living God and Christ has the power to destroy Satan’s influence and effects in your life. Saturate yourself in Him. I had a horribly abusive start in life and was put into a home where I unfortunately never quite felt really wanted or loved. If it had not been for the presence of the living Christ in my life, I might have done myself in.

Watchman Nee says to kill off your old self, crucify yourself every morning in order to allow Christ to completely and totally live in you. Apostle Paul says It is not I that liveth but Christ that liveth in me. When you go under the waters of baptism, it like being buried, and you don’t bury something unless it is dead. We are to be new creations, totally new. The old man of sin and death was destroyed on Christ’s cross.  We will never do this perfectly this side of heaven. It is something we do have to struggle with.

I pray you can draw closer to the Living God. He does love you deeply, profoundly and passionately enough to send His only child to be tortured to death on a cruel, Roman cross. You are very, very precious to Him. Draw close to God, and He will draw close to you. Pray over everything with praise and thanksgiving.

Here is a poem on His presence. May the God of all hope bless your day. Praise God!!

Purchase

It was a purchase divine
In blood and of flesh
Freed from bone,
Ripped and torn.

Separated from life
But still supreme
Before a world lusting
After its death.

Who could know this
small death, one body
Thrown underground
Ripped open for eternity
An infinity of graves!

Stuff!

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Materialism has its up and downs. It’s not always as great as it’s cracked up to be. It can be corrupting for more than one thing(earth, human body and soul).

 

Stuff
Plastic, metal, glass
Concrete poured
On a valuable earth
Struggling to survive.

Fast cars, faster planes,
Light-speed computers,
Stuff
Up to our necks.

Or maybe
Up to our hearts,
Lusting, lusting
More, more, more

We’re told we need
NEED
Stuff, stuff, stuff
To survive.

Garbage piles heaped,
All our stuff
Discarded, thrown away,
Destroyed forever
So we can have
More Stuff.

Physical we are for
Now
But more spirit
For the later

Stuff, stuff, stuff
Helps not with
The later of a
Different place

Another world which
Does not care
Endlessly about all our
Stuff.

Awake!!!

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Awake
(For the American Church)

Awake, arise
Oh, Great one of the west
Can’t you see?!
Born in blood’s struggle
Birthed for the sake
Of freedom &
To throw off a yoke
Of tyranny!!

Step out of your darkness
Renew your strength
From the blood of martyrs
Birthed
And a savior’s sacrifice.

Give up your pursuit
Of ease and comfort.
Face the battle once again
As you did of long ago.
Raise up a fist toward heaven!

Proclaim His name
Over a land lost
In self-indulgence and
Satan’s lust for power.

Release your sleeping stupor
And surround yourself
With your lost, but still
Available Heavenly Power!

Shake off the dust on your shoulders
Proclaim His Name,
this His battle cry,
Become a world’s changer
change this game below
from that of Satan’s hate
to a Salvation found only
in Christ’s deep love.