There is a saying ‘We are as sick as our secrets’
I have kept secrets most of my life, it is
something I learned long ago, a coping skill
to survive. In silence I created a hiding place
deep within.

It had affected my behavior,
causing neglect of my children, my well
being and unhealthy relationships.
When it was brought to my attention, it
was difficult to learn how to let these
things go.
How could I create healthy behaviors,
to break the silence and find help in
dealing with these long term issues?
To let go of unforgiveness toward
those that had harmed me?

Then in some words I had read, it shared,
there is a Power greater than I that can help
us to do this, to replace learned behaviors.

‘The Four Behaviors Of Jesus’
Forgiveness (recognizing our bitterness
toward others, and ourselves, who have
offended us, and forgive them even
as He has forgiven us)

Stewardship (exercising love for others as God
Loves us, extending concern and care as we are
cared for)
Intellect ( to evaluate the need to walk away
from situations that are harmful)
And the last –
Speaking out, and reaching out, (to set boundaries
of protection
when someone continues to cause conflict and
stress)

Not an easy thing to do, but when discouragement
sets in, if we can remember the words –
“He that dwells in the secret place of the
Most High, shall abide under the shadow
of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord He is
my refuge and my fortress, my God, in
Him I will trust.” Psalm 91:1-2
No longer will it be needful to dwell in the hiding
places we have created, with our secrets held in.
Our silence can be broken, as we trust in Him!

After living in the desert a good part of my childhood,
Years later, I was listening to a song on the radio,
‘A Horse With No Name’ by ‘America.’
The lyrics and tune –
“In the  first part of the journey”
And _
“I’ve been through the desert on
A horse with no name” 
Brought to my mind a beautiful story of God’s love.
The rendition of this song addresses in quite an
astounding way the theme of God searching for
His children midst wasteland and desolation
Written by a man named Ezekiel.*

I have written an allegory of this…
                        *****

A voice is heard in a desolate land,

Oh Ezekiel, what do you have to say

Of this man, one that is searching

For a child among rocks, stones and

Burning sand?

There is a desert under a blazing sky,

Where serpents lie. Cacti hide a tiny

Wren, it’s wings singed from the noon

Day sun, unable to fly as high again.

All is still, but for the horse and its rider,

Moving faster, as its hooves pound the

Clay baked ground.

On the first day of his journey, no child

Was found and in disappointment turned

His horse around. With an empty heart

And far from blest, even though he did

His best.

He could not remove the picture from

His mind and returned to the desert one

More time. Searching far and near, a cry

In the distance spurs him on.

Pulling the brim of his hat to shade his

Eyes, looking on the desert floor, in a

Pool of blood in a pocket of sand, he

Hears a child’s cry again.

Lifting this child to his saddle side, with

His hands its tears he dries.

Cleansing with water and oil, removing

Clothes dirty and soiled. With newness

Of life the child lifts its head, and is given a
Name.

No longer living in shame.

The desert is turned to a river bed. 

The wren flies high again, and with joyful song it sings.

Living waters flow upon the earth. He

Bids the child live in a land with no more

Dread.

Playing among the reeds on the river’s

Edge, no danger will come from the adder’s

Den, for there is no more sin.

All things are new because of this Man’s

Redemption Plan!
                         ****
Our experience may sometimes seem like
A desert lot, dry and desolate, but
There are words of comfort given –

“In a desert land he found him, in a barren
And howling waste. He shielded him 
And cared for him…
Like an eagle that stirs up its nest, and
Hovers over its young, that spreads its
wings carrying them aloft.” He carries us
On His wings of love through all our
Trials, always searching for us!

*The Book Of Ezekiel Chapter 16
In God’s Word

The 12 days of Christmas begins on December 25th and ends on January 6th 2023!

The twelve days of Christmas begins on December 25, 2021
And ends on January 5, 2022. It is also called the Christmastide,
Celebrating the Nativity of Jesus, which extended from His
Birth, to the coming of the Magi, traveling to worship Him.
.“Now when Jesus was born, three wise men
From the East came to worship the new born Child”
Belonging to a large and influential class,
They were known as Kings, wealthy and wise.

Bearing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Studying the starry skies, a star appeared as
They traveled afar beholding the glory of the Creator.
These men had heard of the
Coming of the Redeemer, and turning to Hebrew
Scripture they treasured the prophetic writings, that
Predicted the coming of the birth of a Messiah.
At every pause on their journey they comforted
Each other with these holy Words.
As we are approaching the end of time,
Are we as diligent as these men of old
Searching the signs of the prophecies,
Pointing to the Lord’s second coming?
God has never left his people without
Knowledge of the greatest event in
History to take place.

Gathering his disciples about him, they
Asked Him when would be the
Signs of the nearness of His second
Coming

With twelve young men they
Climbed Mt Olivet
Following their Teacher’s
Footsteps
His disciples questioning
“Why are there so many disturbing
Things happening?
What will be the signs of your coming?”
Their teacher of God will surely have
The answers to all of these
Things approaching

From the Mount of Jerusalem they look
Upon the Temple, beautiful and proud
But their teacher warned, not one
Stone shall remain, but all will be
Thrown down
~~~
For as the days of Noah so shall it be
Eating and drinking, marrying and
Given in marriage, then the flood
Took them all away

There shall be earthquakes, wars
Pestilence and plagues
But be not afraid
Though you may be betrayed
Fathers and mothers may reject you
Children may turn against you
I will never leave you or forsake you

“And immediately after those days
The sun will be darkened!
The moon will not give its light!
The stars will fall from the sky
And the heavens will be shaken!***
~~~~
Many shall say
“Look for me in the desert
Or in the chamber
Do not go there
For as the lightning comes from the
East and flashes toward the
West
So shall you see me when I come back

No one knows the hour I will come
But my Father in heaven
Though days may be dark and dreary
Look up and know I am with you’
~~~~
I am your hiding place
Preserving you from trouble
All who look to Me I will save!”

**Adapted from the book
‘Desire Of Ages’ by Ellen White page 60
***Joel chapter 2:28-31
Inspirations from the ‘Book of Matthew’
Chapter 24 in God’s Word

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Even midst the tragic things that have happened

This year, we were able to pull out our decorations.

And lose ourselves in our celebrations. Just for

Awhile the focus has been joyful and happy.

Sometimes it seems after all the excitement has

Ended, there is a time of letting down,

It is called the aftermath of Christmas blues, and

With the new year just around the corner, it is a time

For reflection…

The first and the third day of the first month

Are the anniversaries

Of the birth of two significant losses in my life…

Not a good time to have lost loved ones, but then is

There ever a ‘good’ time?

Here is a reflection…

A year ago we all had hope

As the year 2019 came to a close

Now in the ending of 2020 our

Prayers ascend for a better one

To come

The gloss and glitter are packed in

Their box

The candles are spent, their flame

Quenched

Gifts are exchanged, the fun is

Over and now New Years Eve is

Come upon us

Where the Christmas tree shone

It is empty of lights

Quiet after all the company has

Come and gone…

And now I am not sure what to do

As the hours approach bringing

In the new

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 guess I’ll write a

Letter to you…

You know there is a lot on my mind

A time for reminiscing

Memories of things I would rather

Have forgotten

My reasonings are not safe

My questionings are not good

I’m tempted to fall into repinings

And grief…

I had three but one is missing

My heart is thankful for the

Two remaining

But Lord didn’t you have

Ninety and nine, but for that one

that was lost

You searched and could not find

You never gave up till you brought

Him home?

Excuse my questionings

But like Job of old who had many

More losses, than ever foretold

questioned Your

Goodness but never with cursing

And then there is mine

You know how I stepped out in

Faith

For him I gave all but he couldn’t

Stay

He fled away

And now he is gone

Lord this lays heavy upon my

Heart…

As I look about my neighborhood

Just two doors down

And watch little Isabel, just seven

Years old, her sister and two

Brothers, playing in the street

Oblivious to the fact, that they

Are not in the best of a healthy

Family

She reminds me of me when I was

Her age, unkempt hair, barefoot

And not the best clothes to wear

Their father is in jail

Where is their mother, no one

Knows nor do they really care?

CPS is now at the door, where

Now will they go is anyone’s

Guess?

And then their is Johnny,

Down the street and to the right

His hair is trimmed, his clothes

Sewn by a caring mother

Every week they go to church…

I wonder God, at all of

This

“Are all children created equal

One a story, one a sequel, the

Womb from which they come?

A mother looks down upon her

Child with fondness and

Affection

One in harshness and rejection

One child’s fate lingers on earth

Another quickly taken at birth

Some struggle some are blest

Others receive no rest

With a conscience pricked

From a hand too strict”***

It is a mystery, all of this

Well, forgive me God for

Not understanding

I’ll just leave it in your

Hands knowing you know

Best

I’m running out of time

Here it is already the day

After the first day of the year

I know there are errors in

This letter but that’s alright

You don’t expect perfection

When emotions run high

Sometimes it is cathartic

To write

‘But never with cursing’

The sun is shining today

I will walk my dog

Come home and have

A cup of tea

And leave it all up to You

Rather than me!

***This is a quote from my poem ‘Children Of The Womb’

In the book ‘Unshaken’

It is Tuesday morning

just four days away

from Christmas Day

The greatest event on

earth will soon take place

For centuries the world

waiting for His promise

“A Savior shall be born”

In heaven, a flurry of

angels preparing for

their flight to earth

Their Beloved Lord

has stepped down from

His throne

The Great Creator

One with His Father

The Holy Spirit

planting a child in a Virgin

girl

Mary heavy with labor

Joseph in search of a place to

rest

Only in a humble stable they

have found

A star in the sky

the sound of choirs

praising the birth of a baby boy

The Star of Bethlehem

the Wisemen follow

bearing gifts from the

East

Shepherd’s with their staffs

hurry on, blest with the

message to come and see

entering a stable with oxen

and ass

****

Angels beckoning those on

earth

“Come and rejoice

the Savior has come”

They are perplexed

for no one is willing

to join in praise

Angels hurry on

surely someone will join

them in song

It is Tuesday night

three nights before Christmas

after a busy day

The rush of guests have come

and gone, gifts are ready

with ribbons and bows

The kitchen aroma with

gingerbread and spice

****

Hastening at the midnight hour

the angels knock on the door

“We are searching for one who

will give us bread

An answer is heard

“Do not trouble me

The door is now shut and my

children are with me in bed”

“It is too late, the bread

in the oven not yet baked

come back at the breaking

of dawn”

“The day has been long with

joy and laughter and too much

to drink”

Then turning his face, into slumber

once more, he falls asleep

While the angels weep!

Once again with a persistent knock

“Please give us bread that

we may eat”

And because of their persistence he

arises, gathering a few crumbs

stumbling to the door

promising a loaf with the

rising of the sun**

Why are we content

with our worldly gifts

when a special Gift is

wrapped in swaddling

clothes for us?

The kitchen with the scent

of sugar and spice?

When wise men

bring gifts of frankincense

and myrrh?

Why are we content with crumbs

fallen from the table?

Surely those who persist will eat

of the Bread of Heaven!

**A parable given by the Lord
while here on earth, inspiring
us to ever be in prayer,
persistent with all of our needs,
for we know not the hour or the
day He will return! Luke 11:5-8

^The biblical parable states
A ‘friend’ requests three
loaves of bread, rather than the
word ‘angels’ which has been
used.

“Winter comes and it is Christmas time in the dry desert of

several mining towns we lived in Nevada. A holiday parade is

a lot of fun. Singing carols as we marched to the drums beat.

Because there are no trees in the town, the miners go to a

nearby mountain to cut a pinion pine. The tree is decorated

with sagebrush garlands and crepe paper bells, colorful

candy, nuts and fruit… some towns aren’t so lucky, to live close

enough to cut a tree, in one of the towns they live, the tree

is called the ‘never green tree’ making one out of boards

nailed together, or some find the largest tumbleweed

decorating it with ribbons and bows… one of the nicest

things I think is there is so much good food to eat,

hot chocolate, candied apples, popcorn and cinnamon bread,

it was so nice, just for a little time, we didn’t have to worry

where our next meal would come from” ….

The year I861 was a sad year for Henry Wadsworth

Longfellow.

In the month of July, his wife, Fanny, who he dearly

Loved, had been sealing a keepsake lock of their

Daughter’s hair in wax, when a gust of wind blew

Through the window causing her dress to catch fire.

Longfellow severely burned his face and hands

Attempting to save her, but Fanny’s burns were so

Severe she died the next day.

In the year 1864 his son was injured in the Civil War.

Christmas of that year, in despair he wrote this

Famous carol –

“I heard the bells on Christmas Day”

And in despair I bowed my head,

“There is no peace on earth” I said,

“For hate is strong and mocks the

Song of peace on earth, good will

To men.”

He had good reason to question if

There would ever be peace for him.

But then this great poet wrote

These words of cheer –

“Then pealed the bells more loud

And deep

“God is not dead nor does He sleep,

The wrong shall fail, the right

Prevail

With peace on earth, good will to

Men”

In this year of 2020, as Christmas

is nearing,

Little did we know of the despair

And loss we would be facing,

And perhaps in our questionings,

I might venture to say in humble words**

~~~

“I heard the bells on Christmas

Eve

How I yearned for peace to be

Where’re I look it seems so far

Struggles and doubt never cease

And as I bow on this dismal eve,

To me are only tears to weep”

~~~

“Then once more I heard the

Bells, loud and clear

Angels touching the earth

With harps of gold, bending

Near with songs of hope

God is still here, He does not sleep

Our grief will end, our pain removed

“Peace on earth, good will to men”

**But certainly not equal

Portions of this descriptive article on Longfellow
Is taken from ‘A Slice Of Infinity’ I Heard The Bells
By Betsy Childs

Thoughts are like churning butter

Slippery and insoluble

Incapable of being solved or

Explained

Just as confusing as deciphering

The difference between saturated

Unsaturated and trans fat

As butter clogs the arteries, the

Thoughts clog the brain

To try to understand them is in

Vain

When one thought starts churning

A state of unrest begins, agitating

With increasing speed

The centrifugal force moves away

From the center about which it

Revolves

Collecting oily globules

That resist any understanding and

Undigestible by the natural mind in

It’s rightful state

Until it forms a mind of its own

Creating two minds at war with each

Other

Why all this confusion that continues

On and on?

Until the thought is brought to mind

There is no one to blame

This is a process of its own, of which

I am powerless to explain!

I have spent much time in my, life trying to make

Myself good and right, only to find frustration and

Unrest, thinking if I only did enough, surely it wouldn’t

Be like this….

It is a gentle knock the

Knock on my door, one

I have heard many times

Before

The door is locked

And I can’t find the keys

Lord, I am busy

Please come back

Another time

It is too dirty in here for

You to see

I sweep and dust, mop and

Clean

But the litter doesn’t get any

Better it just gets deeper

The windows are smeared

And I can’t look out

Each room is full of junk

And bursting at the seams

I could never let you in, it

Would break Your heart

To see the condition of the

House I live in

There are too many rooms

Each one I go in, hoping to find

The peace I need

There’s not even room for me

I really don’t want to leave

But if I don’t do something

I’ll lose my mind

And the knocking gets fainter

And fainter

And I keep cleaning faster and

Faster

But no matter where I go

The knock keeps knocking

Just as before

“Maybe you can knock on

Someone else’s door and

They’ll let you in”

“Have you tried my children?

I hope they would listen

But even they have forgotten

And don’t hear the knocking”

Surely I will find a room for

Him to dwell in!

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock,

If anyone hears My voice and opens

The door, I will come in unto him and

Dine with him and He with Me”

Revelation 3:20

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Brisk with an early morning chill.

The last of the autumn leaves

Of New England have fallen.

The night before has been long

With anticipation.

The streets are quiet before the

Last rush of hectic voters.

This is not an ordinary morning, in

Fact it is an extraordinary morning of a

Day that will set a precedent in the

United States election.

One that will determine the direction

Our nation will go, in the course

Of events facing a people who are

Distraught with fear and distress.

A world wide illness plaguing our

Lands.

As the sun begins its circuit on the

Eastern horizon, its rays reflect a

Massive structure, doors that

Have been locked since COVID 19 are

Opened.

A Cathedral, built in just short of a

Century, on a rock of religious freedom

Welcomes all seeking silence and

Sanctuary.

A sacred place for rest and reflection.

A vigil of prayers will be said.

From morning till night, hour upon hour

Until the very last ballot is cast.

~~~

Many centuries ago there was a similar

Story of a nation suffering in infancy,

Released in freedom from a land of slavery.

A people all too familiar with plague

And pestilence, in the land of Egypt.

Only by God’s grace were they spared.

Led by a humble man

Struggling for wisdom to lead his

People to a promised land.

With a people constantly complaining

Even after miraculous provisions of water

And bread. His people are faint with thirst,

Questioning –

“Is the Lord with us or not?”

A threatening nation from a foreign land

Has sought their lives

High on a hill looking over the sea

Moses lifts his rod.

And Israel prevailed!

But when his arms became weak and

His hands heavy, with no strength of his

Own, no longer could he lift his hands

To fight.

And the enemy prevailed!

His men intent their battle be won

Placed a stone of strength beneath him

Lifting his hands until the sun went down

And the battle was won!

****

For our leaders, who fight for our nation

Becoming heavy with arms of frailty, their

Hands weak in the effort to find peace.

Searching for healing, hope and unity.

Will we as a people lift them up that

They will not despair, that

They will be steady in the wake of this great

Dispensation?

The question is asked,

“Is the Lord among us or not?”

****

“The God who watches over America

Never slumbers or sleeps”

Though kingdoms and nations will

Crumble and fall

We are assured He is in the midst of

Us all.

No matter who will win, we will

Lift them up

That they may not stumble.

Tomorrow, for one more day

The *Cathedral doors are open for

Prayer and contemplation!

*The Washington National Cathedral

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