God spoke to an empty sky, turning the curtain aside~
Making two great lights ~ dividing day from night!
A Great Ball Of Fire He made for A Sun
And a silvery moon to rule in the heavens ~ with ornaments of stars reflecting light. For in Him there is no darkness at all ~ for night and day are both alike!
“And The Evening And The Morning Were The Third Day“
DAY NUMBER 3
Land and water must be divided, waters running to the seas, rivers and ponds But the land was barren and dry and hopeless to the eye!
Then with a pocket full of seed, a shovel and a hoe, God circled the earth, filling every valley field and hole, watering with tears of joy. And a sudden laughter sprang from His voice and all the angels sang!
Surely His children will be delighted with this! And so the third day was finished, and as He stood upon the land, His words rang loud and clear declaring “It was good!”
In the very beginning of time there were only oceans of darkness on the face of the deep. There was no sky where birds could fly nor perch upon a tree, for there were no trees. And it made God weep! Then He took all of this in His hands and in just 6 days created earth and a beautiful land.
DARKNESS IS no longer called darkness
AS the LIGHT shines through . . . Dividing the light, calling it day – and darkness He called night . . . And this was the first day!
Chamber doors must divide waters of the deep creating air that HIS children may breath. And He called the air in between, Heaven.
Land and water must be divided, waters running to the seas, rivers and ponds But the land was barren and dry and hopeless to the eye!
Then with a pocket full of seed, a shovel and a hoe, God circled the earth, filling every valley field and hole, watering with tears of joy – And the evening and the morning were the third day!
Book of Genesis Chapter 1
God spoke to an empty sky, turning the curtain aside~
Making two great lights ~ dividing day from night!
A Great Ball Of Fire He made for A Sun
And a silvery moon to rule in the heavens ~ with ornaments of stars reflecting light. For in Him there is no darkness at all ~ for night and day are both alike!
So The Evening and The Morning were the Fourth Day
And God spoke to the the heavens and the seas, for they were very quiet and there was no sound, but for the lapping of waters and running streams!
Then from the farthest ends of the world, water and air became alive!
With every winged bird of the sky and creature of the sea – and God blessed them that they must multiply!
“So The Evening And The Morning Were The Fifth Day”
here we are the first week of January quickly coming to a close and many of us have made choices to better our lives to increase peace and contentment!
I know I have done this numerous times, particularly in recovery, only to be reminded I cannot do it on my own. . . leaving me in the state I once found myself.
When one day my therapist shared a tool- a linear chart of what recovery is really about. Below is a poem I wrote when I was confined to my bed while on heavy psychotic drugs.
Is it a dream, it seems like a dream? Waking with a start I know it is not.
Opening my eyes I am ashamed.
How it came about I could not explain.
A brittle soul about to break, slumber I once more take.
There is a stirring as I awake. Saying a prayer “My soul to take.”
Crispness of sheets brush against my skin, a fever begins and my body seems to melt, sheets now wet with the trickle of sweat.
Beginning to thirst and bereft of water, I become hotter, beginning to falter.
The hopeful anecdote to my illness has provoked it instead. Another potion has created more mental commotion.
The walls seem empty as I stare in space, searching for anything to break the dreariness of this place.
On the left hangs a picture, dismal and grey, to the right a window, dressed in lavender and lace.
Hanging from a silver rod. Slowly lifting my head from the bed, moving my legs to the floor.
Reaching for the wall with trembling hands.
I pull the curtain to my side, as I cry “This piece of cloth I wish to hang above my head.”
As I try, my arms are not high enough, my hammer and nails strong enough, my measure true enough.
Sitting in the midst of failure I quit. In my brokenness something greater than I draws the curtain aside.
With His rod accurate and right, draping His banner of love over me in peace and light!
And so on this 7th day of January awakening after a restless night I am reminded that I will not be left in this state – it will lift in time just as the chart explains!
The Wise Men followed the star of Bethlehem and worshipped the New Born Savior!
Bringing an end to the Christmas Season!
As our Christmastide has come to a close, having celebrated the mystical birth of the newborn Child, we have been given hope for our Lord’s Second Coming. Prophecies from the beginning of time are taking place, with signs and wonders in the stars and skies. . . . when peace and joy will be restored on earth!
Signs will be in the Sun, Moon and Stars that precede the the Day of the Lord. Luke 21:25
Another Christmas season has come to an end – losing ourselves in celebrations – now is a time for reflection!
Fire works are exploding
On New Year’s Eve I am not sure what to do as the hours are approaching – maybe watch a movie or just go to bed early? Waiting for the night to pass – Or I could write a letter “So God I think I will write one to You”
“You know there is a lot on my mind, a time for reminiscing of things I would have
rather forgotten. My reasonings are not safe, my questionings are not good and I’m tempted to fall into grief and repinings. Just two days away is the anniversary of the birth of one that is missing. I had three but one is gone, my heart is thankful for the two remaining. But Lord did you not have 99 sheep but one was missing? Did You not search and never gave up till You brought him home?
Excuse my questionings, but Job of old had many more losses than ever foretold, he questioned Your goodness but never with cursing. And then there are mine – You know how I stepped out in faith, for him I gave all but he couldn’t stay and fled away. This lays heavy upon my heart, and now for lack of more words, with faith in Your grace I will continuethis letter another day”
Good morning on this December 20 th, 2023 (Blog #4 of our 3rd week of Advent)
An Irish tradition during Christmastide, was placing candles in the window during persecution, inviting those who would find a safe haven to worship. When asked about this custom the reply was “The lights were an invitation for Joseph and Mary to stay the night!
A candle in the window burns in the eve, as I knock faintly then turn to leave. Then I hear the handle turn and a voice invites me in and guides me to a room. There are pictures on the wall almost as if they are of me, from a small child to a girl who is now grown and tall.
Even though the way may be dark – unable to find our way!
Another door opens slowly, and as I peer in, there is a room so grand with an hour glass of passing sand. A chair sits in the middle and I take a seat, as a kind gentle man beckons me to come with a candle in His hand, explains to me – “When you were weary and could not find your way, your path was dark and you were sure you were lost, your candle with only a flickering flame – I was always there to lead you – To remind you on this Christmas Day 🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯
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