WHO created us:
You, me, us…
Who are we?
We are you, and me…
Quite frankly, I don’t know that any of us is equipped to deal with all that befalls us when mean spirited people aim to devour with a “splash for attention”. I am talking about the storm that has no mercy, that is bent on destroying, that rips trees, breaks windows, and inundates the streets causing accidents, and the perfect opportunity for some to sit at home cozy with families while others break into places to create even more havoc. The hail dents. The wind bends and once the snow freezes, the scene leaves us stunned, observant, and yearning for spring.
Evil is destructive and none of us can ever imagine how bad it can be. I am not really talking about a freezing snow storm expected in Northern climates. I am talking about people who disregard the seriousness and importance of being decent, of being discreet, of being better rather than worse.
I hope the letter I wrote our First Lady Melania is delivered and received. I hope she has honest people around her who will look out for her well being without hidden microphones to poke fun at her accent, or to report something no one outside of her inner circle ought to hear.
May her love be greater than the hatefulness in flame in the mainstream media.
I can remember lively moments. Those times linger like fluttering butterflies; they show up in spring like fireflies. There is absolutely nothing that can compare to a child’s vivacity in the face of delightfulness. If we could fill our hearts with their joy, I think we would literally float…
Today was an enormously weighty day for me and the word vivacious took me to boxes of photos to find and share the best of smiles. I cannot get my phone to send the pictures to my computer as I have been doing. Suspicion has raised my eyebrows to consider the state of our reality in America. Maybe since I stepped forth being a total Christian Conservative, as a dear friend suggested, my postings will be shuffled, and somehow made to go to the back of the line.
I’m not sure and at this point it doesn’t matter.
I know that all who are meant to read these thoughts will, and none other, So, I rest “vivaciously” to recommend a great book for anyone having that secret dream waiting to be made into a reality.
There’s Always Time for Greatness Who did what from ages 1-100 by Andrew Postman appeared as a sole bloom in spring. The great news about it is that we have the thumbprint of our greatness stamped in our hearts, and to get the confidence up, we must be on fertile ground somewhere and certainly surrounded by encouragement.
” All the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come.” _Victor Hugo
Today is Orthodox Easter. The greeting in Romanian is “Hristos A Inviat!” Christ is Risen!
The response : “Advevarat A Inviat!” Indeed He is Risen!
My cousin Adriana Muntean from Constanta, Romania, sent me a text…and I’ll try to translate it: The whiskered bunny is a lucky omen on Easter… He does not leave presents in your boots… He has other secrets… “pasca” a soft braided bread filled with cheese… red eggs, and “cozonac” similar to the Italian “panettone” sweet bread with raisins or nuts… roasted lamb… and a Happy Easter… It all rhymes and sounds like a jingle.
What matters most is that Adriana thought to send me the message… Unburdened by the weight of the reality the family experienced due to my mother and father leaving Romania, my cousin’s husband called and I spoke with all of them, including my Tanti Lila. They did not hold a grudge. They forgave my parents. My grandfather was imprisoned for years.
Intention is placed at the onset of each day. When I begin my work at the computer, I am greeted by a Rhema greeting. Some time ago, I came upon a message that spoke to my heart. I have kept some as guideposts to shed light on the obscure. How the random one appears is a mystery I enjoy. I take the pearls and feel the smoothness from their hands to mine. Somebody has amassed a wealth of divine information to pass along. I keep the ones that speak to my heart. I keep them for nourishment, for the good they can serve anyone through me from them.
” I am but a tiny pencil in the hand of the Lord.
None the less, He writes beautifully. ” _ Mother Theresa of Calcutta
To be just means to live with integrity. That is doing the right thing when no one is watching, for your own conscience’s benefit.
We don’t talk like that enough. Yes, if we could have books for every grade from first to twelfth grade addressing the benefits of a clear conscience, surely trust would drown the cruel bullying. Maybe adults would be bound to being more honest, less deceptive, and expect and hold politicians to a higher standard.
“I am not bound to win,
But I am bound to be true.
” I am not bound to succeed,
but I am bound to live up to what LIGHT I have.” _Abraham Lincoln
Be Star Shine Daily became a dream in order to bring to light problems that can be resolved in the right frame of mind. It is always easier to stretch out a scroll with pointers than it is to actually integrate them into action. However, every seed well planted will yield a better harvest. We can be nourished by the thoughts written by others. The masters of the ages bring us calm.
“Only the just man enjoys peace of mind.” _ Epicurus
To make an effort to live justly for one entire day may well be the foundation of something marvelous in one’s life. To begin the day with a prayer brings the miracles nearby. My life changed from the day I began writing a prayer to God; in the letter, I ask for His mercy in the name of His Son Jesus Christ.
Yesterday I attended the service of the Stations of the Cross presented with fourteen devotions at St. Pius Catholic Church in Hemphill, Texas. I was filled with the Holy Spirit. Nuts, eh? Well, call it what you will, in my soul’s world the ever yearning of “being in the presence of God awareness” completes me with a sureness of peace. I felt the need to be in a church setting, and the priest with the flock welcomed me as a blade of grass in their field of spring flowers… We were young, and older than the youngest, and oldest; it did not matter because our eyes and ears were focused… and ending the prayers with “do what You will with me”… The history of this service is remarkable, and the fourteen prayers, each said at the corresponding station, relives the moment.
A Jackie Lawson card came in the mail today brushed in sage olive tree leaves escorted by clusters of white blossoms centered in gold leaning toward a bud of an Easter Lilly in company with others aglow… as a cloud white dove brings forth a choir of angels rejoicing John Stainer’s Cantata “God so loved the World”… from John 3: 16-18.
The wings of the bird spread to embrace into a flight in a meadow of multi colored spring flowers sprinkled with all but one resting butterfly busily meeting one and all blossoms… beckoning in lead to a cove in a forest beholding a cherry blooming tree of baby rose petals surrounded in deep green foliage where two stately sterling tree trunks with branches lifting upwards in thanks to heaven… form the design likes of an arched cathedral’s window thoroughly bathed by a golden light, streaming… through three crosses to the altar within…much like the very one I visited yesterday to find fulfilling… Fulfillment continues to flow as it is poured with love into our lives…
Thank you dearest Cindy and Paul Schumacher for the early Orthodox Easter greeting in Romanian no less !! HRISTOS a Inviat!
CHRIST is Risen! Adevarat a Inviat! Indeed He is Risen!
Jesus asked God to take this cup away… He asked God to forgive the taunting remark because he did not know what he was saying… Yet He came to live and die as one of us humans in flesh and blood to reconcile us to our Father in heaven, God. Do we wonder like C. S. Lewis suggests how much hurt we will endure for our own best becoming? How many hurdles will we overcome before rising from our knees with arms outstretched towards the sky in thankfulness to God?
The pride, the ego that edges God out is the ungrateful enemy seeking to be the ultimate bronze prize of its own existence. It cannot see the miracles or feel the soul or see the soul to feel the miracles.
A soulful African-American hymn asks, ” Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”. The spiritual was composed in the 19th century and first published in 1899 by William Eleazar Barton in Old Plantation Hymns. I have sung it and the lyrics humbles the heart as it portrays the pain endured that understandably caused the composers to “tremble”.
To be faithful to God is being faith full on a daily basis, and sometimes keeping a prayer on our lips throughout the day.
“Relying on God has to begin all over again every day, as if nothing had yet been done.” _ C.S. Lewis
It is in this spirit that we can survive the emotional upheavals that happen in our lives. When we give our attention to our Lord’s promises, we recognize the daily miracles that occur and not so much by chance. One can actually feel heart connections, the hedge of God’s protection, and even the effervescent calling to complete tasks, to prioritize the important while attending to the urgent. Loneliness needs to be given up to holiness. It is the way to the truth and the light as a guiding light to our every step.
I have been surprised and even shocked to hear “I don’t care.” I care so much about everything , no wonder sometimes I get confused about the little things that matter just as much. I bet I can blush at the times I have asked God to help me make more of a difference. Who do I think I am to be in a position to straighten out messes that need not clutter to obscure problems that can and must be resolved by each and all with complete integrity? I am me like you are you, and they are they, and together we are us. We can responsibly do our part as a light to the world.
Magic awes the spirit to be calm, and Rae Whitney has this quality, perhaps a real touch of the divine.
She has a direct line to the heavenly Father above, inspired by the Book of Common Prayer, by the King James Bible, and the outreach instilled by God as a mission for an inner circle of the faithful who sing praises in hymns.
Her faith is noble.
Rae has delivered her gifts in teaching by listening with an open mind always willing to extend a word of understanding.
I remember the first and last time I saw her and we conversed an hour ago. I called to respectfully forewarn her before sending this out into the Universe. She merely said it is good to have this outlet, and invited me to another blog by a remarkable, spiritual friend. Her website is Aprilfiet, and it must be worthy of attention, or Rae would not have mentioned it.
Well, the calm risen in having met Rae Whitney was imbedded in my heart with the ultimate gift anyone can ever give or receive, time. Those hours in minutes with seconds by days, months, and years counted by God’s precision, lifted me time and time again. She said we recognized the friendship in each other; it is an honor to behold from her like an Oscar made of stars. Her light hearted optimism crosses her lips with a smile.