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DESTINY : TO LIVE, TO DIE DEPART, AND ARRIVE

 

 

Death is an anticipation, like birth…

And from our earthly life to the spirit world…

No despair is overlooked by any human,

and most of all, not by our God …

He is our Father, even to any who deny Him.

Like many, I wonder too…how a spirit aligns

To the family on earth…with a purpose…

And I wonder which comes first?

What is missing that brings us to observe the earth?

We learn, we teach, we grow, and we are free to choose our fate.

Still, not our destiny here.  We are allotted time to finish the rare course.

We are each uniquely rare even in our nuances of soul-full divine colors.

However meek our assignment, we are first to fulfill its needed love quest.

On earth, as it is in heaven, His will is for each of us to love fully, unconditionally.

Love is kindness to all. Love is pure in all. Love is not superior for just some.

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A Pauline Valentine

A friend like Pauline appears in life rather unpretentiously though strikingly soft spoken, smart, and persistently kind.

Her poised demeanor lifts one’s heart like this flower she planted.  Oh, yes, friends move as she and I have from one place

to another, and to her that means from garden to garden.  From orchids in Hawaii to roses in Texas, and tulips in Massachusetts, Pauline touches the heart of the earth and I cannot name all the flowers she can sow and gather.

Have you a friend who comes to gift bulbs to bloom next year?  Pauline does these things and so many other unique things, I can smile from here to eternity.  There was the time she sliced Texas pears and placed them in jars; they looked like huge gold nuggets of honey but tasted like marshmallow butter.  The taste defies imagination.

An invitation to a meal, a tea, and conversation is to be in the presence of a casual regal center of angelic delight.  All is so properly placed and the flavors in the details awake a dash of lemon, a bit of sugar, a sprinkle of that and then the giggling laughter.  All of this and more, the  classical music settles the bones.  One can only melt into comfort.  I mostly say silent.

We have shared stories and have a thousand more to go because in the heart of my friend lives the Lord, His word, and a gingerly feast of discoveries.  From a family divinely named Webster, I keep the old dictionary even closer and smile.  She has been so blessed and is deserving.

She has gifted precious books that sit on my shelf and here is a quote I must share as she knows the author quite well. Keep Reading

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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Heartfelt Words

Heartfelt Words

Words in every language are interconnected with spirit.  They are after all the means of communication.  Like a parcel mailed to be delivered, they must be willingly accepted and open for recognition.  Understanding is desired.  The connection is to embrace the message and be delightfully moved, deeply comforted, and/or informed.  I take them to heart.

In the midst of one of life’s painful nightmares as a parent, I was en route back home from seeing one of my four sons staying at a rehab, and the wait at the airport was prolonged by numerous problematic glitches beyond my control.  The irony pulled me and pushed me and I suddenly gave in.  I wept.  I pulled myself together as the announcement was made to be boarded. I remember the weight of each step in the isle and wished to be seated fast to look out the window.  However, soon I was nudged to see a tall, slender, young black man holding a small pizza box.  Yes, he sat in the middle seat holding the treasured pepperoni pie drenched in sauce and mozzarella.  If it hadn’t been my favorite, the story would not have unfolded.

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