With a very relentless winter flowers are late with their charming faces but ever faithful to rise again!
“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it” Mark Twain
They lie withered, blue violets pressed to the ground Trodden under foot by humanities’ boot Leaves of green streaked with brown Bleed from the offender’s frown Children’s breaths are hushed their spirits crushed Oh little ones, you have died only to rise anew Sweetly sleep in your humble tombs until again you bloom
The poppy flower is known for its paper tissue – like petals!
Every morning I visit the meadow where the pleasant summer flowers once grew the daisies with their sunshine faces and lily white petals until there was a meadow full of paper dolls dancing in the middle
And when I had mourned the autumn days when they had all gone to sleep I was given the promise – “Do not weep for each have saved a pocket full of seed”
And paper dolls once again will dance in the breeze!
Life is like a sandbox, an hour glass of sand swiftly passing, with a day each week to rest and reflect, to play and spend glorious times together . . .
Each week they had a special day to meet. Having such a good time together, playing and laughing, building sand castles with kings and queens and every imaginable thing.
One day she became too busy and forgot their special day. And now her bucket is too heavy and her shovel is filled with holes. Sand sifts through her fingers having no place to go!
“Don’t forget My Sabbath day of rest Book of Exodus
My yoke is easy and my burden is light” Book of Matthew
Even after beholding his Lord’s resurrection, doubting Thomas would not believe. Then on the eighth day his Lord appeared to his friends and Thomas believed. How many times we so aptly forget the wonders of His love and the gift of His Resurrection!
The following is a metaphor – when we are tempted to forget to believe!
A dove is preparing for her journey…
“Take me with you” I said “For you have wings of rest and are heavenly dressed and I am weary, my burden is heavy, seeking peace and tranquility”
Would the skies by bluer? The birds sweeter? The flowers brighter?
All that makes me long for something better!
We sped across the skies, the sunrise in its splendor
The sunset as it dies This far her wings have brought me Our flight to heaven’s gates ajar This surely is where I was meant to be For all is peace and rest My head bereft of thoughts of doubt No clouds to cover heaven’s light above And a voice speaks within “Why should I be at peace when those left behind are seeking peace as well?” For perhaps not all in the world has been in vain Some things are true For what is a mind without a thought? Even if it is one of doubt! In a God without a trust? Trust in Him I must! A bell without a ring? Or a bird that cannot sing! In all these things He brings to be! Though the longing in my heart to stay Though I wanted so badly here to go I must to earth return To help others along the way!
Good Morning On This First Day After Easter Sunday
The search for the peace so desired has been fulfilled!
The wind subsides, the dust abandons its pallor, revealing in the distance prisms of colors, the journey has been long.. now is seen in the distance a green oasis of trees with pools of waters A welcome sight as she walks toward this mirage Coming closer there is a covering fashioned as a tent a strange shelter of cloth
Is this where God could be living? Is this the One she is looking for the One she could not reach?
Quietly drawing near, a sense of holiness fills the air, the door to this tent is covered with a curtain, as she draws it aside a beautiful and solemn sight meets her eyes
A candlestick with seven lamps of gold are scrolled with lilies and leaves, filled with oil for light, both day and night, a table with bread and drink, symbolizing the body and blood of the Lord risen from the dead
A veil of angels embroidered in purple, with threads of gold, fringed with pomegranates of red, she is taken with the sight and wants to go beyond the veil, the one torn in two, while His body was crucified
She is touched “God, did your dear Son really do all this for us?” Past the inner veil in the Holy of Holies, is an arc overlaid with gold, once containing the law of God
The law in the arc is no longer there! For through His death it is now written in our hearts What does all this mean, a shadow of the dwelling place of the One we seek? It is a pattern of the temple residing in heaven!
A story based on the description of the Sanctuary in the Book of Hebrews Chapter 8
On this 5th day of April at sunset – Passover begins
A sacred observance taking place among the Jewish people
commemorating the story of the Israelite’s departure from ancient Egypt, commanded by God, that His people will always remember their deliverance from slavery!
“In that day I will set apart the Land of Goshen where my people dwell…
Exodus 8:22
In the land of Egypt a pallor has spread, death is imminent all sits in darkness but the Land of Goshen where God’s chosen people wait for deliverance… And so Moses took his staff in hand, for he had a plan to lead God’s people out of their slavery land
Before Pharaoh he cast a rod, a serpent appeared, Pharoah became scared, to this stubborn man Moses said “Let these people go or pestilence and plague will come upon you and your people”
Then Moses struck the water, the River Nile turned to blood frogs invaded Pharaoh’s palace, into piles the frogs were heaped dust was turned to lice and and flies, flying upon man and beast
And all his people pled with him “Let them go” but once again he would not answer, until the angel of death struck his son, then this frightened man said “Into the desert wilderness take your people
that they may worship your God in heaven” and so the great Exodus began! Multitudes of people were driven from Egypt, Pharaoh changed his mind God was tired of his lies! Following close behind the king sought the people, but this, God had forbidden
A large sea appeared, God split it in two, on dry land His children passed through, on the other side they sang and cried
“We have been saved, but Pharaoh and his army He cast into the sea, the waters swallowed them and they all died, let this story be told to our children and to all generations!
And now the following day all these people shall celebratethe Passover Feast It is a festival to the Lord!
It was springtime and many pilgrims were on their way to Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover, a yearly event held with much excitement! Jesus enters into Jerusalem, riding on a colt, the foal of an ass, which He had given His disciples to secure. Many believed Jesus would be the earthly king to deliverthem. Joy animated the people with hope of the new kingdom to come. But He declared His kingdom would not be of this world!
*Five hundred years before the birth of Christ the prophet Zechariah prophesied the coming of the King to Israel, this prophecy is now to be fulfilled. Zechariah 9:9
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