I was born in Brazil in 1949 to immigrant parents from Europe who sought refuge to escape the Iron Curtain. Portuguese was my second language and as I recall looking up at the marvelous bluest of skies from the whitest of sand covered beaches, ” Vai com Deus” filters through my bones still.
It means, go with God. That phrase remains in my heart like a prayer.
The beauty of languages in different nations is yet another God given gift to all mankind. It is in communicating with one another that we grow in this spectacular planet. Oh, how I wish oppression did not exist. How did it ever get started and how many more years before humans unite for God in peace, atone for personal wrongs, and agree to live in peace by obedience to the Ten Commandments? Our time is a blink’s time to God. In our time, the holiness is elusive because we are limited. Limits are personal. They are the barriers we scale to overcome the block. Keep Reading
I have been graced with faith as I took to prayer as bears to honey. As long as I can remember, I pressed my hands together in prayer. Had I remembered to do that before choosing to make decisions that I now regret, I may not have the calling to steer others in the right direction. As I read two days ago, those of us who truly feel the weight of our sins, are the least ones apt to fling a stone. That said, those of us who truly know human frailty in the dark, are moved to light the way for others to ignite the light against voluntary or involuntary disobedience.
For anyone missing a Bible, I recommend the one I received in 1996, a Zondervan Life Application Bible, the New International Version.
It is my most treasured book in a library of books I sequestered through the years in hopes of rereading someday.
How we choose to spend our time, is the story of our lives.
To have been blessed with the keen perception of David’s son Solomon, I too would have asked God in prayer for wisdom. Imagine how shocked I was to find out that my dearest friend Cindy asked God for just that when she was a young girl. I love Cindy for that too. As for me? I asked God for good looking knees. I’m not kidding. That did not go so well.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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 lightness of heart is joyous once captured in a memory. Defining moments propel people through life in a state of wonder no matter how young or old, whatever gender, nationality, or religion. We learn and we teach.
To be misled or misguided initiates erroneous developments and that is why a proper education lifts an individual to a higher standard. To know a little is dangerous. To seek to know more completely yet know there is more to discover is to touch the hem of wisdom.
Attacks of any kind are a cry for help as I read in the Course of Miracles. It makes sense. To resort to attacks shows the lack of knowledge, and some people call it poor upbringing. Verbal attacks hurt both the sender and receiver. To know when to retreat from engagement in attacks is sensible.
Character is molded by choices made yet personality is knitted in the comfort of being. A loud, boisterous person can be as kind as a soft spoken gentle giant. Therefore, with so many unique personalities blooming characters as widely different as the number of birds created on this earth, discord is bound to happen while most prefer to glide in discovery and wonder blissfully sure all can be loved, unless hated.