Saturday Devotional & Testimonial

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It felt like I was born into hell, no mother, no father, no home, family, no love. I was tossed about like a piece of unwanted human garbage. I was an orphan from birth. I was traumatized and damaged by all of it. I had the hot breath of Satan in my face from birth. I later was adopted into a home where I never quite felt really loved or wanted or felt I really fit in.

Unfortunately, neither parent know how to deal with a damaged child. One of them didn’t really want a child, and the other had good intentions but lacked the skills to carry them out because of her own background. It was like being in a classroom without a good teacher and left me semi-suicidal at the age of 17.

Fortunately for me, God stepped in. I had always even as a young child been able to sense a presence with me. I later learned about a loving Heavenly Father and loving Savior, Jesus of Nazareth with his powerful Holy Spirit.

Today in all of your problems in life and pain, won’t you let Christ into your life. He loved you enough to let Himself be tortured to death on a cruel, horrible Roman cross. He does love you and wants to help you with everything in your life. Praise God!!

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Fire Goddess

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It was beautiful yesterday in my part of the world. The sky was a crystal clear blue with no clouds. The sun was out, and it was cool but not too cool. I could not resist a photo of one of the gorgeous trees. I hope God blesses your day. Praise God!!

Fire Goddess

Tentacles reach
With at first timid
Gestures toward space,
That crystal blue dome
Above the flames.

Fiery red, consuming
Summer’s older green
Pledging life
Although different
Yet just as good.

The goddess blows by
Whispering their names
Touching, brushing
With her burning hands
And brilliance, her spirit.

Consuming flames
Brilliant reds, golds,
Oranges
She touches, flings,
Breathes out her power

Over life, more colorful
Exuberant from her
Passing by.
Her gift of this last glory
Before the cold sleep

Returns to place a
Blanket of chilly rest
Upon the trees, ground
And airy sky.
Insisting on being remembered

She moves on, painting
Slinging bright colors
Unavoidably in plain view
Every warm hue
Possible from an earthly palette.

She will not be
Overlooked, extolling
her beauty without words
she sighs, simpers,
fully satisfied with this self

she is, will be.
We see, enjoy, grateful
For a last beautiful bliss
Before winter’s icy fingers
Destroy her unrelenting work.

We look up. Stay, stay
We beg. Tell us your
Name
Pleading we listen, hoping
To learn what to call

This creator of glorious color
Even if only temporary.
She stops in passing, hesitating
To reveal, at last relinquishes to
Whisper. . . . Autumn.