Spring. . . Finally!

This winter we have had a record breaking amount of grey skies and rain. I mean record breaking so much so we were all getting cabin fever from having to stay inside. My little grandson is autistic, and one of his favorite things to do is go outside and play in his backyard and on his swing set. However, with all the rain, he was caged inside. His mother is really, really glad to see the sunshine.

Yesterday was sunny. All the pink bud and red bud trees are out in full bloom along with all the fruit trees. They’re all beautiful!! Glad to see the sunshine.

Hope everyone has a blessed day, and try to get out and enjoy good weather wherever you live whenever you can. Praise God for all His blessings!

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Chewed Up and Spit Out

I was born into this world with no home. I was an orphan, traumatized and abused. I had the hot breath of Satan in my face from the second I popped from the womb. But after 68 years of life and getting to know God and Christ better, I have come to believe in some ways it was a blessing. When life chewed me up and spit me out and left me empty, it personally pushed me to pursue a heavenly Father more than if I had had a great childhood. I believe that may be one of the reasons God allows suffering, to make us more needy and desperate for Himself. When you search for me with all your heart, you will find me.

So even if the whole world turns its back on you, you have a Heavenly Father who adores and passionately loves you. Let the power of Christ and His Spirit fill you up. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Won’t you let Him love you into Paradise before it’s too late?

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Exciting

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All of our Christian assemblies or churches should be the most joy-filled, excited places on earth. We’re literally in the presence of the most beautiful, wonderful, powerful being in all of existence, so wonderful our words don’t even begin to do Him justice. Our churches make Him too small and God is not small!

God created us just so we could share in all his beauty and glory. He just wants to share Himself with us. He has the kindest, most compassionate, loving and forgiving heart in all of creative existence! Why would you not want to be with HIM?? He even came and took our own punishment on Himself.

He breathed, spoke this universe and us into existence. All of creation tells of His glory and power and His love for us. Look at how beautiful He made it for us to look at. We are the ones that make it ugly.

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Praise #3

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This is a third attempt on a praise poem I was trying to write(may change it later). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. I’ve just gotten back to trying(emphasis on trying) to write poetry again after a long, long time of being away from it.

I love prayers to God and Christ. They lift up our needs, hopes, desires to God, but oh, to Praise God. It does something for me that nothing else does. It lifts me up above all my problems somehow. It feels like it helps me transcend earth and places me at the foot of God’s throne. We get to dance at the foot of the throne with all His angels in purest joy!

I hope this version of this poem might be able to brighten your day.

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Praise God, Praise God.
Angel whispers induce
my empty ears to listen,
Repeating heavenly phrases,
These nuances toward an upward path.

Until louder and louder
The words ring and peal,
Encouraging, echoing in bolder syllables,
each strident unending recitation.

Until as a rising crescendo,
A symphonic cacophony,
Their fiery words ring out.
Praise God!! Praise God!!

Joy is born
As voices repeat.
Each dropping pearl,
Purest sound, falls to earth.

This recreation of
Heaven’s joy
Empties down,
Desiring to live among us
And bless each earthly horizon.

Thus, this our praise
Mimics and echoes,
Reverberates in the above vaults of glory,
a holy essence of each earthly heartbeat!

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No Mistakes

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I started life as an unwanted, unloved orphan. Before the age of 2 years old, I was moved around to at least 3 to 4 different places, an orphanage to foster care, to live with none of them feeling like home. I have known lovelessness, a vacuum of love. It felt like hell. So I have known hell, and believe me, you do not want to go there.

Because of this lack, I was left feeling like I was a mistake, that I did not even deserve to exist. My adopted family did go to church, and there I would hear them say ‘God does not make mistakes’. For a long time I did not understand what they were talking about. As I got older and got to know God and Christ better, I understood at last they were talking about me. I was no mistake. I am not a mistake. God loves me and you and you and you. We are not mistakes. All our lives matter to God the same which is very, very much, in the extreme and more than I can comprehend.

At some of my dark times, I would feel like I was in the middle of a strong storm and the only thing to hold onto was the cross of Christ. That proved to be my anchor. I knew that Christ would not have died for me if I did not have an extreme value to Him. His life down here on this earth and His sacrifice gave me a sense of worth and value. His love may go deeper and wider than we can understand, but it’s there.

I hope and pray that you can come to understand this deeply personal and intimate love of the living Christ. We are his passion, you and I. Won’t you let him love you into Paradise today! Praise God!!!

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