“February is a special month with many myths and tales”
Today, February 2nd, has its roots in the ancient Christian tradition of Candlemas, when clergy would bless and distribute candles needed for winter. The candles represented how long and cold the winter would be. Germans expanded on the concept, by selecting an animal as a means of predicting weather. Thus its called Groundhog Day.
Valentine’s Day, another interesting fable, as the story goes, began with a priest, who’s name was St Valentine. It is told that he was put in prison for conducting marriages for soldiers, which was forbidden. He fell in love with the jailor’s daughter and the night before his execution he sent her a card of love, and signed his name, “From your Valentine”
Whatever story is true, this day has been recognized as a special day, celebrating with red and pink roses, candies, chocolates and confectionary sweets.
Victorian Period Embellished Cards
The first commercial valentines in America were printed in the mid-1800s…Because it was thought that the avian mating season begins in mid-February, birds along with hearts became a symbol of the day.
However love is expressed, in these heart felt traditions, there is a Love that seeks His own, One that first loved us… ~~~ I spoke to grace she spoke not back ~~~ I spoke to trust she turned her face ~~~ I spoke to hope These too did fail ~~~ I spoke to love It spoke back ~~~ Of all these three Sweet Charity never fails
significant. They may be trying to tell us things we are not aware of, or maybe memories hidden that are searching for healing.
~~~ When I was a young girl I would often have dreams of clocks, which can indicate the importance of time, they can also symbolize the ticking of the human heart, the amount of time left to live.
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The clock on the mantel struck half past ten, the hour to retire for most women and men. I listened to the clock, heard a knock on the door, I looked, no one was there. Half past two, still awake with nothing to do. Half past four I fell asleep, forgetting the mother I had expected, to come through the door. A gust of wind blew through the window, death came in with a shroud on its face. He came to take me, not yet was my plea, I have more to do, much to undo. Death agreed to let me stay, He gathered his cloak and went on his way. Suddenly I awoke, knowing this was just a dream!
This may seem foreboding and difficult to understand, but many a night I waited for her to come home, as I watched the clock, feeling as death was upon me.
~~~ The reality of this dream was positive, in that though death was upon me, and he came to take me. I refused to go, knowing I needed time to finish what God had planned for me to accomplish.
~~~ There was a man centuries ago that experienced similar night time disturbances
~~~ Job expressed in his words “In disquieting thoughts from the vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men” Job 4:1
“For the promise is true…I will save your children”
As I began writing later in life, it seemed that many tools I used to survive were revealed, and some of the captivity of my mind slowly began to subside. But there was one that I found very difficult, I was determined that my children would not experience a childhood of disaster and despair, and I firmly believed I was in control of this. One of the tools, letting go, was difficult. I had to accept that they had the choice of navigating through life’s sorrows and struggles in their own way… But I still claim the promise – “Long after mothers are gone, their prayers for their children still ascend before the throne of God”
“A Mother’s Prayer For Her Child Is Always Heard
This seventy years of Captivity, And counting, Declared upon your Child ~ An Iliad of wars in A milestone of Uncertainty ~ My journey has been Long and laborious This curse hard to bear Many a day and night I have been in despair ~ To your people was not the Promise given to all those Who listened? ~ Crying unto You, your Face was not hidden For You do not lie Your grace is forgiving ~ ‘Turn to me with all your Heart and I will bless my Chosen” ~ The burden of the switch Will surely be lifted the Sins upon the fathers No longer visited ~ Have the dregs of the Bottle been wasted From copious amounts Sparkling, swirling upon The lips, stained with the Flame of scarlet ribbons? ~ How smoothly and Tantalizing it goes down But a mockery to those In its sorrows drowning ~ And I, am I any better? From the bottle I have Refrained But am I not much more To blame? ~ Oh that I could taste of The drunken vine
Sweet grapes of vintage
Wine
Fleeing from this world
Is what I sought ~ But this is not my chosen Lot Now seeking solace in Thoughts and dreams Charmed with the Opiates of utopia Wasting into dystopia ~ My heart in numbness
Pleading That my children might be Bought with pinings And bargainings ~ What sacrifice can I Offer upon Your altar? ~ As Job of old after a night Of feasting, morning And evening, raising His voice in prayer His children would be Spared ~ To Your promise I cling With wailing, do not let Their foot stray Bring them back from Their wayward ways ~ Oh you Wiley One You shall not win The victory over them Has been won ~ For the promise is true “I will contend with him Who contends with them And I will save your children.”* ~ *’Book of Isaiah ‘ Chapter 49:25 in God’s word
Heaven’s time is not in our time It is not limited to our space But extends beyond the Imaginings of the human mind To God a day is as a thousand Years in an eternity of bliss
“Trees And Flowers Nestled Among Mountains And Hills”
Once a pure and fruitful land With flowing rivers and springs Of life Trees and flowers nestled among Mountains and hills A delightful scene to meet the eye A young man and woman Fresh from the hand of God Flowing from the river of life Wonder who made such A lovely place for them to abide
At the setting of the sun In the coolness of the even
A Heavenly Man comes to Visit His children “Please tell us how all this
came to be?” Who created The land and the sea?”
“In the very beginning only
Darkness appeared, and Water covered the earth, it Was I who shut in the sea With doors, when it burst Forth, and I said “This far you May come but no farther, your Proud waves must stop”
Then out of nothing I made light It was I who commanded the Morning and caused the dawn to Know it’s place
It took just six days to create this World
And on the Seventh Day I rested
From all my works All was tranquil, calm and full Of peace And though I rejoice of all the Things I have done
My heart is sad I must create a people to Complete this week
And so you come from dust and clay
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Until one day you will disobey
Leaving your beloved home In that moment of time I will speak My sacred word, for my Words are always true
A promise I will give
“Though the gates of Eden will be
Locked Six thousand years will be allotted
To this earth“ For as my word says “A day of Creation equals a thousand years”*
You will go forth and till
The land, abundantly it will yield It’s fruit
But it will lose its strength plant and Seed will fade, unable to feed Those who hunger and thirst Water will be scarce Land unable to drink The taste of sweetness will Turn sour
The pollution of man will Destroy the earth with waste
Pestilence and plague will ravage
The land, but those who trust in Me will be spared
All creation will groan with labor pains Waiting to give birth
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A funeral will be declared An obituary written for a dying World
A pen dipped in black in Judgement and ashes
Recording the history of the
Human race From creation to the fall To the flood
Father Abraham to Moses
To a promised land
To a temple of splendor The prophets who pled With tears and cries To a Baby born, to a Savior Returning to take home His own
Your inheritance will be bequeathed
A last will and testament Left to you
A new world and its treasures
A year of Jubilee and healing visits the land
For all who honor me, will Enter my Sabbath day of rest**
Wait and watch for
No one knows the day nor the hour, Of Eden lost to Eden Restored, But Your God in heaven!
