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Women’s Day was celebrated a few days ago.

I meant to do a tribute to all the women who made a significant difference in my life; the ones that molded me knowingly or unknowingly by modeling a life I admired for so many reasons.

Some are still on this side of the green grass, God bless them all.I could not find all the photos to stage them properly.

A call came that led me to decide that all women deserve a voice of admiration, counsel, and acknowledgement for being who we are, humans like men though designed to carry a child or more, and also beings with qualities attracting a sense of community.

Women gather people together as if by a nesting instinct.

We have been strong and we have been weak.  We have carried the lives of our own children and those of others.  We have “born” discoveries, inventions, hymns, poems, novels as well as more.  We have taken to living a life in chastity or the opposite.  We are beings who can rise to lift the hearts of the wounded, and we can do the opposite.  Like all humans, males alike, we take our first breadth to live.

Our interests may be vastly different yet we recognize something personal about one another.  Males and females have spiritual and physical yearnings.  It is an understanding seldom addressed and unfortunately seriously abused.  We are more than just bodies.  We have souls.

The subjects of discretion and indiscretion need to be addressed.  The value of intimacy seems not to be treasured.   Again, unfortunately, the carnal desires have taken precedence over the need to respect and honor the purity of souls.  Yes, I am suggesting that the physical desire to be intimately involved with another MUST first filter through the emotional need to feel safe, to feel right, and free just for being totally united in caring for one another’s emotions.  Sex for sex sake destroys a real relationship where peace and joy ought to abide in both hearts.  Intimacy outside of a relationship is troublesome. Keep Reading

In My Heart

In my heart (and yours too) abides a longing for the ultimate good.  It was in the quiet afternoons when I could get away from the ever present mundane tasks, that I dared to retreat with a quote in honor of the day, for the sake of marking it as important, and mostly because its outpour could not last in my pocket.  My heart needed to live in acrylics, had to express in paint the gratitude for the time, place, and peace born within the compounds of the words.  That’s how the gates sobered the peace beyond my understanding.

Somehow the signs continued miraculously appear…  A visit inspired activity blossomed in the heart of a pineapple for me to share…

 

“i carry your heart with me ( carry it in my heart)….

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

( here is the rotor the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of a tree called life:which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart ( i carry it in my heart)

__e.e. cummings

 

It was a time to come home for healing and Daniel, the oldest of four, came to harvest a pineapple from our garden.  Sometimes words fail us to have a salve to a problem, and that’s when doing the right possible thing leaves us refreshed…

To grow a pineapple, all one needs to do is slice the crown and place it in water for a few days to see the roots evolving.  Then it’s about putting it in ground and watering it to give it hope to thrive, just like humans…  The length of time may surprise you…  So much depends upon the weather…  and the sun does make a difference…  Maybe that’s where the warmth sweetens the juice.  They say the smaller ones are sweeter.  I seldom had one that wasn’t and some were even bigger.  Go figure.

 

 Daniel had called to say he was coming and I remembered him saying he was standing by the edge of a river near Hailley, Idaho.  In Sun Valley is where he first set his heart to learn the practice of being an adult.  What ?  I’m still working at it !
We unfold chapter by chapter…

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Annabeth the Preacher’s Daughter

Defining moments in our lives are carved in the air to stand as tall as statues.  They are the pillars in our gardens.  They remind us of who we became because of them.  They call to us in spirit when we have nowhere else to go, and their friendship never ends.  Each conversation is a beginning.  Each farewell reassures a reunion.  It is an ever flowing stream.

Friends have a voice that when heard it’s a song.  We can dance to its beat because we know it.  We are at ease.  Annabeth Miguel Sayles sat at the school’s office on the first day of her new job, answering the phone, looking through papers, and wearing a smile with an uncertain confidence.  She was the lone warrior at Horizon’s Academy in Haiku, and many were glad she could muster what it took to do the job so sorely needed to be fulfilled.  She looked like a Precious Moments Angel figurine.

She took to the helm ever so grateful to make do as a widow, a Mom of two adult children, and a grandma of three.  As I recall, there had been a shift in administration.  She amazingly orchestrated all that was needed even in delivering successful fundraisers held on a golf course on the West Maui Mountains in a building designed by Frank Lloyd Wright for Marilyn Monroe.  Getting along with everybody that came along required composure, tenacity, and a sense of humor.  Parents, teachers, administrators, aids, and students all passed by her and needed her for this or that, and she answered and took care to see that all was done and completed.  She stayed long hours.  Her elegance was prime.

In the midst of school functions, we discovered in conversation a mutual torch: being preachers’ daughters.  I think we both said simultaneously now that is funny !  Something about her natural beauty, her stately humility, her steadfast faith, her sincere devotion to family, her admirable strength of spirit, her common sense, and her discreet attention to the needs of others, set her apart. Her character qualities are imprinted on a solid marble like presence in attendance in my life.  The details of cruelties she endured are locked in a room of confessions in the heart of hearts.  We got it from our fathers who prayed to Our Father.  We were cemented. Keep Reading

Garlic Angel

I boil garlic for a half an hour so it’s easy to peel.  Its flavor sneaks into many recipes, and quite frankly, its medicinal functions have kept me in optimal health, despite my MS.  I understand that in France garlic farmers sell it in braids standing on the corners of roads; I can imagine wearing two strands as leis.  Leaving the pearls of bulbs aside, since I can prepare a feast for a group with my eyes closed, I have thoroughly enjoyed discovering the beauty of all I touch to peel, and chop eyes open.  I have a few regrets for not having the camera handy at just the right moment to capture the pose striking a one on one conversation.  Lucky to have found this angel after disassembling the garlic cloves…

It was gift.  I think of Kris Kristofferson’s  humbling lyrics in the song “Why Me Lord?”  This angel stayed with me for years watching my every move.  I feared it would disintegrate on the last move, so I photographed it and framed it.  My garlic angel oversees the meals.  I even give it credit for its heart-shaped countenance…  Is it no wonder I call it a blessing to be met in such meaningful ways, just half way from earth to heaven?  I am so grateful.

My father taught me three prayers:  The Lord’s Prayer most will recognize, another one to my Heavenly Father, and the third to my Guardian Angel, in Romanian. I’ll do my best to translate the last one.

Angel of mine, given to me by God, always be with me and teach me to do good.  I am small, make me big; I am weak, keep me strong; be with me by my side everywhere, and protect me from any or all wrong. “ Keep Reading

A CLOSER WALK WITH GOD

Down a mile and a half dirt road is the place to go  to think things over.  My youngest son says it’s right up there with Robert Frost who took the road less travelled.  I find it to be a path we take to unload the unspoken silently and let each step sound off instead.  It’s a mental bath to let the tall trees and shrubs do the foliage hula in the breeze, the wind, or rain…The leaves always respond to the senses in the air and give way for the observer to glide along in safe understanding.  There is a simplicity to the natural surroundings that beckons a person to just be less stressed, more relaxed, and overall comfortable.

These walks may have started as strolls in gardens where the bees and butterflies visit by and by to say bye-bye, and the ever concert of birds depending on the hour, still gives me pause as I wonder.  The awakening happens while taking a closer walk with the outdoors; questions give way to answers and answers bring more questions.  As I allude to the inner conversation one has in the process of trying to resolve serious matters, I suggest that to take a walk is to place the truth on the mantle of the altar.

We cannot see things clearly in the noise and confusion of life.  It is in the sought solitude that we become clear and clean about issues of the heart.  I know what it means to let the moving forward peel and carve into shape not just the weight, but also the miseries, the hurts, and the deceptions.  I know how long I was “young” by how long it took me to figure out that caution is extremely important.  Is it a character flaw to plunge forward to embrace all persons fully trusting everyone’s intentions are pure?  Like a child unaware I have touched the hot cookie sheet and saw mistakes in things said many years after the fact, and feel the burn alike.  We are flawed yet we can yearn to walk  a closer walk with our Lord.  It is on a walk that I have seen the resolve in others even if they were listening to music.  I prefer the surprise of the elements because the chirps and whistles invite me into their circles and widens my perspective of things.  We need to watch our thoughts to know where we are going. Keep Reading

A Prayer for Meadow in Heaven with 16 Other Souls

“This is Andy. His daughter Meadow was murdered in the Douglas HS shooting on 2-14-18. He is being attacked on social media for being a Trump supporter. Please show him your love and support.”  

This was on Facebook tonight, just four days after the massacre.

I wish I could do more.

If you care to hold this family in your prayers, remember their daughter and all sixteen others will hear that you care.

I stand with this gentleman, I stand with Mr. Trump, I stand for the flag and the hymn of our nation, and I am a naturalized citizen.  I stand for the values of the Republican Party.  The despicable are arrogantly uneducated.

As a parent of four young men, I wrote prayers to God on their behalf for years.  I encourage all to write one to let Him hear your words as they appear on paper.  To be in star-shine mode, let your heart be known.

“Dear God,

Meadow is with You and I pray for her Dad and Mom and the Families of all the other sixteen departed to be with You.  The Parkland tragedy on Valentine’s Day weighs heavy on our hearts, and minds, and fragile souls.  Have mercy dear Lord.

I ache to know how many lives could have been spared yet know You in Your mercy have a plan that will unfold.  Please surround these Families with the comfort of Your love as the absence of their loved ones is so hard to bear.

I ask You to light the minds of the people in our nation as You fill their hearts with love.  Please rid us of the evil that has permeated throughout the years and brought us to this point of unwarranted disrespect.

I beg You dear God to stop the ability of the wicked to continue to degrade our 45th President Donald Trump.  Your divine intervention is needed as the malice harms the uneducated, and the blinded by misdirection.

We need your divine attention to get by day by day.  Thank You God.  I pray this in Your Son’s name, Jesus. Amen.”

 

Mourning For Loved Ones

So many Families and Friends mourn for loved ones today.  Valentine’s Day of 2018, a birth date for many, a love giving day for most, was tragically marked with grief by our entire nation.  Yes, there are those who shamefully shirk the incident as an American problem or a gun control issue, or God knows how they are thinking by adding their venom towards our President Trump.  It is no wonder we are so confused in our sorrow.  It is no wonder a lost and lonely misguided soul can go so awry in culture imbued in violence, using foul language, and lack of respect and compassion.

The sadness is too deep to address without asking God for mercy.  The souls departed while their  bodies listless and bloodshed show the senselessness of misplaced anger and hatred flung upon them.  However, the truth is when things don’t make sense, everyone who notices, must seek help.  It is only in helping the hurt that we can stop the hurt from hurting.

Communication is paramount.  We must learn to speak to another and do so in the spirit of kindness.  We must have a place where the desperate can go to find compassion.  With the bashing of religion, the taking away of prayer at the beginning of the day in schools, the ridiculing of our President and Vice President for being men of faith, and the acceptance of the hideous, disrespectful ways broadcasted by the uneducated, inept, and radical liberals, no wonder the misdirected can cause us to have bleeding hearts all across the nation. Keep Reading

An Intercessory Prayer

A site directed to answer your prayer request.  I trust God to be in our hearts when we ask for His presence. Mine is an intercessory plea. I will lift your burdens to our God through sincere sharing of thoughts to inspire faith and courage in your life. I depend on the love of God to bring peace and manifest clarity. You can too.

You may leave your prayer request.  I will respond in a heartfelt inspired prayer, and possibly a story.

Shortly after my Mom passed to rest, the candle on my kitchen window seal appeared as Mother Mary to me.

 

This angel was  s a gift from my friend Ethel Edwards of Scottsbluff, Nebraska.  She taught me about intercessory prayers.

A friend who prays for another gives God a needed plea.

God in His great mercy hears our prayers and grants solutions.

My friend dear friend Nancy Powell wrote in a note :

“My prayer is your prayer. ” …  We go back to our Maui days of bliss …  her words…

It is in fact an intercessory prayer.

 

 

A Heart of Gold

All secrets are known to Him whose light beams from within us.  I know that to be true because there is no greater wealth or peace on earth than a clear conscience.  The gnawing of all wrongdoing manifests itself regardless of denial.  God’s kindness is in His correction, and no one gets away with harm, ever.  Rest and lean on Him to provide the peace we can all achieve by simply living in the truth.  All of us sin, err intentionally and unintentionally.  Through kindness we can respect and unite to know well being.

To me, history reveals the truth about the evolution of the souls of the people in power at a certain point and time.  The populace has a mixed bag of informed and misinformed souls; their perceptions and misconceptions are enough to frighten the faint hearted.  To rise and stand up to corruption takes a heart of gold.  Many Germans hid Jews from the Hitler regime.  Christians were massacred as well.  Europe was a mess then.  Many parts of the world still are, even within our borders.

When history repeats itself, the revelation reflects unlearned lessons.  Taylor Caldwell wrote the outstanding book, Dear and Glorious Physician, and it proves  how today’s technology has surpassed the maturity of mankind since the rise and fall of the Roman Empire.  Leaders are elected.  Sadly, even the voting methods must be monitored and have been found to be flawed due to  human dishonesty.  Frighteningly, when a group is empowered to create chaos, tragedy is fueled and revisited by all.  On which side do we stand ?  So much depends upon our understanding.  If facts be distorted, misunderstandings are maliciously planted.

There is no room in my heart for anyone who opposes Mr. Trump, his Family, and his carefully chosen administration.  The big lesson his  presidency has taught thus far is that wrong is never right.  The wrongdoers who have created the swamp of deception continue to arrogantly lead the misled who have no respect for a sound education, and they bash the successful.  The elite in the liberal circles disrespect the core of Americans who choose to honor the fundamental principles of well established traditions.  As a naturalized citizen, I have a great deal more to say about the excellence and the horrifying.

Yes, we are a nation of caring individuals who strive to live in liberty.  However, our freedom has been trashed, much like the disrespect shown by those who throw empty beer bottles and soda cans, food containers, and even lit cigarettes on the side of the roads, in parking lots, anywhere as if it were a trash barrel.  It is this unawareness that aches the hearts of those of us who see the mess that has to be cleaned up.  God knows.

Likewise, the pervading usage of foul language and distasteful, shameless binges of unwarranted attacks on our President reflect a sick society.  Freedom of speech has crowned political correctness to be the lid on the simmering soup while contemptible comments are aired to disguise, diminish, dispel the genius of a competent leader.

The uneducated, the inept need not be hired.  How can that continue to shade the danger created ?

The loss of our trust in government evolved through the years.  After the Benghazi attack on our embassy in Lybia, the sacredness of strength in our United States of America continued to dwindle.  September 11 of 2012 left a good number of Americans stunned.  It still makes a difference, and I cannot imagine the betrayal felt by the Families who lost their loved ones.

Americans at large have embraced every man and woman from all walks of life, creed, and race, to the near point of freedom extinction.  The naivete is evident.  The givers and the receivers have been duped.  Common sense has been forgotten while God has been placed conveniently for inconvenient reasons on the back burner.  Many have gotten used to riding on the wings of a state that provides, and the state has accumulated voters by overlooking abuses, just as the abusers accept the corruption at the top.  This is a pathetic spin whirling us into a crash.  America is a melting pot of people who came to embrace Americanism.

The Seat of the Soul, by Gary Zukav, offers an extraordinary guide for humanity.  He writes:  ” The soul cannot tolerate brutality.  It cannot tolerate abundance of pain and irrationality .  It cannot tolerate being lied to.  Consider that on your planet.  It cannot tolerate non-forgiveness.  It cannot tolerate jealousies and hatreds.  These are the contaminants, poisons, for it.”

Our 45th President loves the United States of America and intends to give back, so much, he donates his salary.  He has stepped up to do what he knows he can do best.  He has accomplished great things despite unwarranted and disruptive opposition.  The country has shifted in spirit.  His love of wholesome values has spoken to the souls of the forgotten people of America.  Who ?  Women and men of every race and religion desiring to live by the Ten Commandments.  No one is perfect.  Everyone can strive to be better.  Republicans, Democrats, and Libertarians have been drawn to the light of Mr. Trump’s soul.  He leads from the heart.  He is not a smooth talker.  He loves to tweet because he is an authentic communicator.  He is compassionate yet can brawl like a man or woman determined to hold his ground.  This is a guy who has done more good than bad.  For every bad story there are ten good ones.  He is never going to call the swamp a vast Democratic conspiracy because he is not a chameleon.  He loves people who do the job right and has surrounded himself with the best.  He has a heart of gold.

I thank God He knows all.  Those of us who pray in churches or at home, on a walk or while driving, know in our gut, evil has flung to smear, confuse, and destroy the very essence of what is honorable, noble, and good.  We pray because as Gary Zukav says, “…the ability to draw consciously upon your nonphysical guidance and assistance,to communicate consciously with a nonphysical Teacher, is a treasure beyond words and value.”  I revere God’s wisdom, and seek the peace that transcends my understanding through prayer.

This may be much too long yet I need to close with a quote to bring the discussion full circle.

“God loves us; not because we are lovable but because He is love,

not because He needs to receive but because He delights to give. ” __C. S. Lewis

I respect President Donald Trump who has achieved financial freedom to serve the country he loves because it needs to be restored with love, and he honors the nations throughout the world  to shine their own light. Amen.

 

 

 

One’s Unique Star-Shine

 “The meaning of life is to find your gift.  The purpose of life is to give it away.”

__Joy J. Golliver

 

The first memory of viewing the moon in the sky surrounded by millions of stars appears on the stage of every starlit night.  The recognition wakes the familiar.  Similarly, to lie on a trampoline wrapped in a blanket staring up at night calls for a whisper. I remember such a night with my dear friend Rae Whitney, a writer of hymns.  We watched for falling stars…  They were meteorites…  No words can capture the whole of the Nebraska midnight blue.  The embrace felt in grace led me to thank God again, and again, and again.
Years earlier, on a starless night alone at my desk with the intention of writing the graduation speech I was asked to give for the Senior Class of Maplewood High School in Guys Mills, Pennsylvania, I turned to God to ask for help.  With pen in hand, I wrote : “The sky can never have too many stars; there is room for everyone to shine, including you.”  
No one could have known the enthusiasm these words stirred in me.  Was it a coincidence?  What do I mean?
 The irony is few would have known how the phrase that came through me for others, in turn would help me.  I asked God on their behalf for inspiration, and the answer came as in a love letter for everyone to own.  No one’s light is diminished by the light of another.  With humility or with pride or with simple certainty, the beam of each soul shines.  I pray we can be encouragers as opposed to discouragers for others to trust in their abilities, their skills, their visions, and their talents…  I ended the speech by spilling the quirkiest line… “Shine each moment to a shine, you can do it Class of 1979!”
 One of the greatest honors in my life was to be a High School English teacher.  The classroom electrified me as I thoroughly enjoyed teaching the students to love learning the material covered.  To this day I think about Munchkins who read, discussed, wrote, memorized, gave speeches, and participated in all the lessons presented.  Nothing was perfect yet I respected their presence to listen and learn.  I hope to have been the encourager they may have needed at some point in their lives.  Even after numerous moves, I keep a decoupaged plaque with a poem written to me by Michael Woods, a student.  It’s entitled “The Happy Maker”.
 My parents were the models of my prayer life. They sought answers through prayers and I attended churches and synagogues where others did the same, so I naturally engaged in conversations of pleas with God the Father.  My Dad was an Orthodox priest and he told me Jesus was the greatest Jew that ever lived.  I was terrified by the stories of the Holocaust survivors.  I cannot understand the madness of 9/11 because I know God and His Son Jesus Christ could not have willed the tragic, untimely loss of lives.  If anyone lacks faith despite all they have seen, they must not understand Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote:  “All that I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen.”  Heaven will welcome those who seek the light of the Lord.  I say we can seek to merge with His light.  It is not easy being human; we are imperfect.  We all fall short of the grace of God.  Yet, we are blessed to “arrive” at the moment when we “will” to live by God’s Ten Commandments.

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