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I Love Our President Trump

I am frequently torn between writing my thoughts or painting to spread the fire that burns in my heart.  Of course I have daily duties of laundering, cooking, cleaning, and straightening up the surroundings, but there is always that stir in my soul to connect, to serve what seems so right.

I posted the following on FaceBook this morning:

”  My God, I want to do what you want.

Your teachings are in my heart.” __Psalm 40:8

There is a fire within each of us that longs to do what ignites the soul with joy…  How do we know if it’s the right thing to do?

Well, Max Lucado told a story about being unsure early on whether he ought to preach or not.  He sought the counsel of a respected Pastor, and the good  man said, ” Don’t preach !… unless you have to.”

I guess that’s how it is for me when so much inspires me to write.  Even though someone once asked, who is going to read it, and the discouragement sank deep in my young heart, I rediscovered the flame.

God’s will in our lives embraces a service of presents for others to receive in fulfillment of a desire and/or a need.

God bless …  my cousin’s daughter, Stela, who sent these flowers from Romania this morning.  She wished me a happy 8th of March…  from afar…  with her love…  and I am passing it on for you enjoy…  God bless you as well…

I woke up to the sound of a few birds chattering outside my window, even as the grey sky threatens to rain some more…  Stela’s beautiful bouquet of spring flowers made me yearn for another hug from those who keep in touch though I have nothing to offer, but a heartfelt I love you. Keep Reading

Our United States of America

We are to be united as One Nation Under God.  Yet, we have complacently let go of prayer in schools, a moment of silence to be with the Lord, and removed the Ten Commandments once revered , even as statues depicting the past.  The chiseling has opened doors to a cultural demise, and all due to the lack of a united spirit honoring the values consisting boundaries for safety and security.

That about sums up my broken heart’s desire to figure out a way to awaken the slumber of many who have been lulled by a force fueled to destroy the nation’s Republic.  Freedom is not free to be bashed and disrespected anymore than a home environment, even in dysfunctional settings.

All humans fall short of God’s holiness.  Christians immersed in prayer, seriously in search of the word of God as it is written in both the Old and New Testaments in the Bible, have an edge to trusting and obeying God by serving all with responsible humility. That maturity is in balance between young and old as innocence exists in every soul though all are tripped by the devil to choose to do wrong.  Wrongdoing harms every person and topples others like domino tablets.  The entertainment bursts attention but in reality, the fallen must be raised, placed in order, and in hope of order.  Games have rules, and boundaries are needed between all in order to serve for the best of all.  I think fairness lives in respected boundaries. Keep Reading

Choose a Life of Quality

Bet that you would not have wanted to know me then; when I didn’t know any better, I made a lot of mistakes and they are called sins.

Today I went on ride to find signs of God speaking to my heart and I found just two, both plenty to begin volumes the young at heart may find at least interesting, if not essential in making choices.  All choices are life altering.

It’s the beginning of March when nature slides blades and petals like notes appearing under the door with a message to behold.

Just as I turned the corner happy enough with what I found to be quite extraordinary on an ordinary Sunday afternoon, tilted to the ground a rusty sign declared ” The quality of life yesterday is the knowledge of today.”…  I am still chewing on it because on the way into town, I clearly wanted to stop and begin writing this: Keep Reading

The Ugly Democrats in America

I thank God that even as a naturalized American citizen, I have the right to freedom of speech.  Truthfully speaking, I cannot make peace with the audacity of Americans who do not support a serious border constructed to defer the invasion of illegal immigrants through our Southern border.  I am appalled that elected Democrats refused our President’s invitation to meet for a compromise in funding the protection needed.  How many more Angel Moms and Dads need unite in sorrow?  Are we oblivious to the facts?  Politicians have lost their souls!

The same politicians that called for a barrier in the past now accuse the President of manufacturing a crisis story despite the deaths of innocent Americans, the trafficking of humans and drugs, the humanitarian challenges, and the weight of the burden Americans cannot bear.  There are over twenty-two million illegal immigrants in our country, and a liberal federal judge now says it is illegal for Census to ask or know how many illegal persons live in our country.  The madness is steeped in ignorance.

The Ugly American is a 1958 political novel by Eugene Burdick and William Lederer which depicts the failures of the U.S. diplomatic corps in Southeast Asia. Keep Reading

Prayer Request of My Friend Creta

On Christmas Eve twin brothers were delivered prematurely.  Their young Mom, husband and grandparents are asking for prayers.  One is in need of heart surgery along with another complication.  Both boys need to gain weight as their set arrival was to be in mid January…

Their Mom as a teenager played along my sons with her brother.  I remember her vim and vigor and giggles.  She grew up to attain degrees in nursing and then in Elementary education.  Math sparks her inspiration.  Her talents abound as she swims and runs marathons…  That is hoe she met her devoted young husband, an engineer.

What could go wrong?  Why do unfortunate things happen to good people?  Was their good luck just too good?  Who would have thought that amid all the good fortune even twins were forecast to bless their families?  As friends, we celebrated their delight and wished them continued happiness.

The turn of events is now being held in balance with two young lives waiting to begin their lives with Mom and Dad.

A farewell Tea in Scottsbluff, Nebraska…and we keep in touch…They are Angels…

Today they are at the Children’s Hospital in Denver, Colorado.  In the valley together they await with faith, hope, and trust.

The candle holder was a gift to me years ago when I too was in a hospital in Denver, Colorado.  Each tea light lit held  the flame of my heart in prayer to God for a myriad of needs.  I lit them in devotion asking for strength, wisdom, and perseverance…

Today I ask for a prayer from you aligned with any unspoken of your own.

In Jeremiah 33 :3, we are given the promise of restoration:  ” Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”… The words apply to to the text yet they can be transferable to us as guideposts.

Give thanks to the Lord Almighty,

for the Lord is good;

his love endures forever.”

__Jeremiah 33: 11

I pray for a Happy New Year…  I trust heaven’s door to be our eternal blessing…  I pray we can will to be holy.

In Syzygy of Our Fairy Tale

Farewell Paula…in blue…at our Bible Study on Maui…with a remarkable group go Friends.

Once upon a time, we each had a future translucent like a crystal hanging above the windowsill…

WE were so young the earth, the moon, and sun mesmerized us like an eclipse observed with wows…

Somehow the feeling of “us” was shared in trust, and we overlooked our tiny to large imperfections because we just knew you were you and I was me and they were like many of them without ill sentiments.

2018 received the company of many whom I respected for their lives on earth, and tonight I will look for the stars that blink from the velvet of the azure sky and thank God for each being He created. Keep Reading

My 2018 MERRY CHRISTMAS Letter

MERRY 2018 CHRISTMAS DEARESTS,

I reflect as we do just before embarking on a journey.  It seems we have to prepare for ETERNITY as Pastor Wyndham suggested in a sermon.  The passport keeps records of our individual lives yet at church we gather collectively for instructions.  I’m leafing through my own past and choose to share some information.

My parents and I arrived in United States of America on or about July 4, 1963…In 1968 my father applied for our citizenship and it was granted in the fall a year later.  He had been sponsored to serve at St. Elias Romanian Orthodox Church and even though he served two other parishes through his remaining years, he “confessed” just before his soul’s departure, the one in Ellwood City, PA, had been the one he treasured.  However, circumstances nudged choices as in all of our lives.  My parents’ earthly bodies rest at the Monastery of Transfiguration near the church that blessed us with the invitation to serve and embrace this nation’s freedom. Keep Reading

The Time Difference in My America

How much can we get done in an hour?

How can we pin defining moments in a minute?

Somehow the days have rolled into weeks and looking back years have been stacked to a mountain top.

The news stirs my gut because so much of all that is said matters in our lives and time is of the essence to act in the direction we wish to see our country go.  Or, is it “stay” ?

I dislike the oppositions set years ago against prayer in school, and the denouncement of the Ten Commandments.  When the Columbine tragedy occurred, I sat to hold myself from falling.  My heart hurt for the parents of the criminals because I would have rather been one losing a child than to be the one responsible for the one taking the lives of classmates.  How did they live through that horrific event and can any of all affected rest tonight like it’s all over?  Is it ever?

In the last two weeks, friends from afar have risen in another realm and I remember their influence in my life, and how their absence will fill my hours, days, and perhaps years… Keep Reading

Shipwrecked: Vacation Bible Camp

Shipwrecked?  When do we realize we are stranded?  Are we ever really all alone?

The wisdom to navigate life’s inevitable struggles contains the humility and kindness Jesus’ legacy provides in the New Testament.  The Old one is the Torah, and there the prophecies tell of the tales to unfold.  The New one continues to fill the minds and hearts of all who welcome the Holy Spirit’s presence.  It is through this form of hospitality that we arrive at being closer to being holy.  Can we really ever be?  We must strive to be holier as I found out even as I tripped over one of my Senior Tibetan Terriers…

Falling and aiming to break the fall without the ability to stop the second twist of the body that struck the unyielding tile floor, I remember the alarm of a new felt ache drawing and pulsing from hip to knee in a burst like the flame of a quickly struck match.  Not exactly surprised, I was shocked to feel a knife like stabbing in my neck when I instinctively turned to tell my family audience I was okay.

On a walk on Cougar Run with Dandelion and Tumbleweed…

Everyone extended a hand to lift me up, and I looked at the eight arms rather embarrassed by the ungraceful plump pose, and declared not to be touched.  That was wise, so  much better than to jump up without feeling the extent of the damaged body parts that now ached to be soothed.  Thanks be to God, nothing was broken.  Thanks be to God, I sat up slowly with the help of my oldest son’s pair of hands, and then stopped again to evaluate the situation.  The right side bruised without mercy let me know the only way up was to lean to the left…and since I was guided by the pain to know how to finally stand, I did so reassuring the group of stunned observers I was okay.  I looked for Tumbleweed, the sixteen year old mutt that still wished to be by my side, as close as possible to lick my foot, bless his doggy soul.

The point is I didn’t swear.  I thanked God. Keep Reading

Trump Letter in the Glory of Good

Dear Mr. President Trump,

As humans, we all fall short of the glory of God, and I know for a fact I am a greater sinner than you.  I have had two abortions, one of which I kept secret, both before I knew better.  To know better is where I want for all to be, and it is a far stretch across the abyss created by the swamp of evil in the world, specifically in Washington, D. C. where you chose to serve with an open heart your talent of negotiating for the good of the American people.  You recognized the need to redirect our nation in the world, and particularly to help improve our sinking economy.  Your God given genius to envision the best in people reminds of this quote written by one of my favorite writers:

“In God there is no hunger that needs to be filled, only plenteousness that desires to give.” _C.S. Lewis Keep Reading