Sunday, July 21, 2019

When Morning Gilded the Sky...

 When morning gilds the sky, 
our hearts awaking cry: 
May Jesus Christ be praised! 
in all our work and prayer 
we ask his loving care: 
May Jesus Christ be praised! 


“God Exalts His Word Above All His Name” was the hymn that the Christian city sang in unison, committing their safety to the Lord before they opened the gates to the city in the morning.


A guard came out to Christian and lifted him from his rock-pillow to his feet.  Friend or Foe?” He questioned.  I am foe to none, was the swift response of Christian to the inquisition.

Do you know the one, whom to know is life eternal?  I do and I have fled the city of destruction and laid my burdens down and have been on the way of life for years and years, but the songs that I have heard coming out of your city are causing questions to rise in my soul.  Have we a hope of seeking and seeing a city of life on this side of the River Jordan?

Let me bring you into the city and we will share meals and comforts with you.  You have many questions which cannot be answered in a moment.  We must use care that we do not endanger the city of life, by our careless banter out in the open areas.  the enemy of our souls lurks as a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour and our city is a place of solace and peace and protection, especially for our women and little ones.  Come and we will share what we have with you, should you wish to stay you may and should you have more excursions to complete we will comfort you and send you hence.

Sunday, July 14, 2019

The City of Re-Construction!

Christian in the City of Re-Construction

Christian in the City of Re-Construction


“Life, Life We are Building for Life”

The song rang over the mountains and Christian followed the harmonious song to find a beautiful green valley where the entire city was sing the Song of Reconstruction.

He ran toward it, because the song was so inviting and delightful, he had to see what city could be so harmonious.

It turned out that his children had begun that song, with the words that they had heard him saying when he ran from them.  

My father sang that song to me and placed a little flame that burns within my heart that God is Good and He will preserve us if we would seek His Will.  Destruction indeed is what we deserve, but God has preserved us still and we would repent and try to do our best to preserve that which He has entrusted to us!

Life, Life, Eternal life, we will seek it.  we will grow it and we’ll not sleep a wink until it is found!

When Christian got to the gates of the city they were bolted shut and a supernatural shield was around the city, so that no one could penetrate unless God himself would lower the gate, in the night time.  It was fueled by the bedtime prayers of the children, who all said the same thing.
Now We lay us down to sleep,
we pray the Lord our souls to keep,
Should we die before we wake,
We Pray, Our soul Thou Lord would take!
 

  God is God, was embroidered on the cloth all around the shield.   the women of the city were embroiderers and put their hand to stitch the border of the shield to show their complete trust in the Wonder of the protection of God’s precious shield.

He slept without the city until the morning in awe of the beauty of the sounds and smells and the comfort of the embroidered cloth!

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Pro Life!

Obamas admin.  Changed the law about tax status of churches making them change their names to ministries.  The bathroom injunction about transvestites was successful in identifying which states still embrace their Bible Belt identification after the tremendous attack on education.  NC came out as one, so we were on the economic attack list next...they crippled us, by making sports investments contingent on throwing away our principles...

Like Isaac, as we grieved Billy Graham's passing the water wells were stuffed up By the enemies of our convictions...  We couldn't see the enemy and still the haze is with us!

Fight for our convictions or see them demolished as with a wrecking ball...

Pro lifers look simplistic in our focus as they throw anti conviction rhetoric on us.

What issue is worth dividing with our peers about?  Life of the unborn is one of the most important today...
We are angry women blinded by our importunity  and inequality... We need level headed people to guide us through the fog of confusion that has engulfed us.  We need to defend teaching conviction in our schools.  We need to defend women's right to choose the life of her baby!  We need to defend the right to care and live for Jesus.  We ought not attack the bulk of our country, which is convicted to live for Jesus and take for granted the protections that Christianity has blessed us with.  

Jesus is wedded to His church and her defender and guide.  Don't mistake that affection Christ has for His church for weakness.   They have marginalized us and taken advantage of mercy and humility.  

We need Gods protection and assistance to live for him through the reconstruction of our nation from the civil war we've been in.

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Is God Mending our every flaw? Like we pray every Fourth of July...

Father Sews on a Button, Life With Father book


I believe that He is intricately involved in our attempt at governing ourselves.  He is uncovering views about ourselves that we have been able to hide for our long existence.  The belief that we are worthy of the mercies that we have received from His hands.  We know it is only by the Grace of God that we are still enjoying the freedoms that we have been given and inherited.
    Perhaps we have inherited a flawed and broken system of governance, but it is still "One Nation Under God!". That is a mercy.
    Can we find the Greatness of the Nation?  Can we learn to work together, the Haves and the Have-Nots?
   It is most certainly the mission of the Church of the Lord Jesus Christ to model the truth of this to our very broken nation and attempt at democracy.  God is showing us that humility and the fear of the Lord is needed and that His antipathy to PRIDE is the greatest enemy to our unity.  Our healing is to come from bringing ourselves down to the project.  If God resists the PROUD, we must also resist our own pride!

Sunday, May 5, 2019

Jesus lives and so shall I (A Hymn)

Jesus lives, and so shall I, 
Death! thy sting is gone forever. 
He who deigned for me to die,
 Lives, the bands of death to sever. 
He shall raise me with the just:
 Jesus is my hope and trust.


Jesus lives and reigns supreme; 
And, His kingdom still remaining,
 I shall also be with Him,
Ever living, ever reigning.
God has promised: be it must;
Jesus is my hope and trust.



Jesus lives, I know full well, 
Naught from Him my heart can sever, 
Life nor death nor pow'rs of hell, oy nor grief, henceforth forever. 
None of all His saints is lost; 
Jesus is my hope and trust.


Jesus lives, and death is now
 But my entrance into glory.
 Courage, then, my soul,
for thou Hast a crown of life before thee; 
Thou shalt find thy hopes were just;
 Jesus is the Christian's trust.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

How does God search us? The Spirit of Man is a candle?

Proverbs 20:27 The spirit of man is the candle of the LORD, searching all the inward parts of the belly.
The Liberty of self governing is a gift. It belongs to the one who carries his bible into his belly. Is that what I am supposed to do, Lord? I ask. Is this true or false?

The answer isn't in my belly, the answer is in God's Word. When I compare I am using God's candle to get to where I am supposed to go. I don't want to continue just looking at my belly. I want the looking at my belly to change my behavior and get ahead and out of my dilemma. Prayer and searching the scripture and repentance and faith. Nothing is magic. Dominion or subjugation?

Saturday, March 23, 2019

Thinking about Barbara Stanwyck...

That Barbara, the day that we had such a hard time lighting that match after watching Barbara’s movie with Fred Macmurray. I was in awe of her candid and feminine powerful way. Only my Grandma was like . that. I felt that she had introduced me to the maternal area of the sky… We all went outside to watch the angel fireworks over in that cuadrant of the sky. I called it a maternal huddle. This was many years ago now and I had nearly forgotten it, except for the reality of knowing that she and my Grandma, seem to be Heaven buddies in the closest part of heaven that there is to earth, because of their often interactions with us.

I tried to light a match this week, Of course it is my crazy season, where heaven comes down to comfort me in my pain of 30 years of missing my firstborn son. It took about 10 tries to get this match lit. Every day this week was fraught with a sense of God’s unusual presence in the outside of our center. The light of the sun seems to have a different glisten and I must admit that this hasn’t happened to me, anywhere but home. Wednesday or Thursday my mind was wandering as I patted Adam’s back near the window and when I looked at the trees outside they seemed to have a silver painted adornment on alot of the top branches. I wished that i could have been alone in the building to really enjoy the view in a relaxed way.

It seemed like a Barbara Stanwyck reminder to me. the maternal part of the sky had come down and we seemed in another part of reality. Not at all without pain or conflict or anger or the other feelings that are my portion in this season of thirty year grief walk, but comfort and direction, just the same.

Looking into the face of God, with the children’s guardian angels, with a heart full of repentance for the uncompleted tasks in rearing my own children and a heart full of hope for the next generations that we can give them a leg up on trusting Christ from their earliest moments. Confidence that “if God is for you…” is a gift that no other gift can match. I wish I could afford the purple tea set to send to Addie-Grace to mark my newfound sense of direction and affection for God and His mercies!

Sunday, March 3, 2019

You know where I go?

I will whip the.....

is that what I mean?

A servant is not above his lord?
our children will become, what their teachers are. Are we giving them examples of charity and excellence? Humility and Grace?

If a person’s own children are bitter against them, has this an impact on how they treat other’s children? Do we want children who are bitter or enbittered against their parents or the learning process? How do we engage children in their learning? How do we motivate them? Is yelling and growling at them motivating?? I think not!

We are provoking our children from the earliest moments to hate learning and then we wonder why they are antagonistic to mental acumen, at best.

Justice and Mercy are early lessons. Firmness is in order, but cruelty or belittling is not. Our habits of antagonism and gaining the children’s attention, must be tailored to the individual children somehow. As a culture, we holler. As a culture we shame. Is this helping us?

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Where are you today? Elyse...

Making it til tomorrow. You are in NY, participating in the molding of the future, by being a major part of one little boy's present. "Stand right here for the present" PIPI Longstocking...The present is a present, haven't we found that to be the case?

Could we have participated in the dialogue of life with many young people, who are movers and shakers? We might. But when you devote your life to the little ones, who can't pay you back. God sees, if no one else does. You have accepted the vision and the calling. Many people are in the ethereals, learning to care, they think. But, can you care more than really doing the work? Doing the work has its own rewards. Making the time for a conversation and a correction and a relationship with a young cousin is a blessing and a work that has great rewards of spiritual dimensions.

Not easy, but Jesus makes it worth it. Enjoy!

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.