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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

Because I care for your well being along with your Family, as a common, unknown deplorable who shares your Republican values, I humbly step forward publicly to say we must all give credit where credit is due.  Mr. McCain suffered wounds that we were fortunate not experience yet at some point in time his heroism in the midst of swampy tarnished souls, disappointed even me.  Today he is not among us though his remembrance may even be exploited by the chameleons.  May he rest in peace.  However, I am sorry the disconnect of values and ideas forms a base for added discord continuously knitted so eloquently by the scripted politicians.

Your strength of leadership has been envied, criticized, judged, and sadly disrespected by opportunists who found ground when you let your guard down, when you were most vulnerable and perhaps needed an honest friend, or perhaps a closer relationship with God.  We all come to learn and teach, and the aim is to know better.  Maya Angelou, the poetess, said when we know better , we do better.

I stand by your heart because it must ache as you so openly show its true sensibility on your sleeve in tweets.  I have friends who read them daily in support.  I mainly pray for your well being.  I know Jesus would never ask any sinner not to remember Him on Good Friday, and He welcomes us to say the Lord’s Prayer.  His humility held the kindness of love.  His perfect holiness is divine.  The Bible teaches us to live sensibly but it is a difficult book to read, understand, and implement.

Nonetheless, the point is you are being attacked and you respond in a way that is accepted at face value by me and supporters of your agenda yet also purposely misinterpreted by the ignorance and/or evil maliciousness of humans steeped in hatred first.  The hatred is frightening and calls for me to write to ask you to address those who continually bash your service with  ” a partnered wisdom” of the few you trust completely.  Your son-in-law Jarred Kushner comes to mind, our Vice-President Mike Pence, and always include our First Lady Melania.  Their shining talents of loyalty to serving our nation align with your love of the glory of good.  There may be others, and I encourage you to use their kit gloves.

As a mother of four sons, I see the boyishness in you, I recognize the bravery of your dream to bring back this country as a prosperous beacon, and I “feel” for the shoulders you carry despite the pounding by the insensitive, and unwarranted chaotic divide.  It is outrageous like an epidemic of some despicable tongue rash.

The forces of power are at war.  Good and evil fight inside each human.  To be aware is to know better, and I want to thank you on behalf of all your supporters for doing the best you can, for giving us your time unselfishly, and for trusting in God for the blessings He gave you to share with the United States of America, and the world.  As a naturalized citizen, I realize you have a keen sense for the differences in cultures yet can appreciate the spirit within mankind.  Your language is direct because you were made to drive the nail with a hammer to create a bench and table with walls and a roof for all to be sheltered.  I believe you truly wish for every human being to pick up the box of talent tools to be self reliant and serve God, Family, and Nation.

I think you need to know that there are those of us who have watched you grow through the years, read your books, and like Anne Coulter, knew you were the most viable candidate for President of the United States of America.  No one I know would have laughed.  Yet, I knew those who voted for the man who promised to begin to fundamentally change our America in just five days, and I was heartbroken.  Values divided us.  Unfortunately, people who manipulate the facts to tell stories that are blatant lies inflamed with insulting accusations, are indeed harming the country, particularly the populace that knows no better.

The radical left aims to discredit your desire to bring unity, patriotism, and successful relationships with every nation in the world preserving the human rights we cherish here.  The win-win is foreign to the uneducated.  They have stooped to ridicule law enforcement.  They ask for socialism/communism yet have not taken a year to live in Cuba or Venezuela.  They cuddle law breakers and do not empathize with citizens who have lost their family members by illegals.  The confusion is created by an army of underground community organizers.  They are the bullies.  They are the gangs of Saul Alinsky.  When their behavior mirrors their accusations, conservatives see more clearly and the numbers now have grown.  Stay centered by your knowledge of what is prosperous and seek the advice of the best minds in our nation.  You have the gift of appreciating excellence.  Continue to welcome their input and share that because the nation is starved for knowledge.

Education is the tool for survival.  The tragic infiltration of ideas that have never worked in other countries calls for historians to begin teaching.  Our Republic provides a coveted liberty that would have been nulled and void had you not won the election.  Rise above the muck because people who throw dirt lose ground.  Your position is admirable. Your leadership is our hope for a better future in the world.

I thank God for you in the White House.  I pray you can remember to know better.  I do now and am still learning.  We all are.

The country needs your loving heart for the glory of good for the good of the people.

Even though you are by yourself at the podium, you are not alone.  Count on God to protect and guide you.  Be the light.

Sincerely…

 

To Be Unburdened

A collage of my cousin Adriana, her daughter, Monica, and her husband, Dan.  I love them.

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.

“When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and AH! let the soul emerge.” _Rumi  Keep Reading

Be Kind as Love Is

Edna Lofing’s favorite Thumper quote “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin at all.”
My own quote: “The sky can never have too many stars…There is room for everyone to shine…”

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

I have chosen to share this Rhema to explain that the good reaped has been seeded in all of us by God.  We just share differently the good we do… Keep Reading

Inspiring Company

HOPE is an acronym…
Help
Other
People
Evolve…

We are truly inspired by the good company we keep.

The giving of ourselves to others can inspire them to become inspiration for others.

That is exactly why teachers hold the torch for the future of men and women who will eventually design the path taken by their children…

Be not ensnared in despair by keeping company with those who mislead anyone into an undesirable reality…  To get out of there is to take one step forward and then another, and another and on and on..

The mind that welcomes God in a prayer of thanks giving for the new day, the fresh air, the clear dew drops, and even hot tears that speak of a silent, wounded heart, can find the way to survive because He hears the plea.  His peace arrives as a light to show a path of wholeness, fulfillment, and certainly joy.

On Easter Day the praise for Jesus’ resurrection is proclaimed in Alleluias…  Witnesses of His return to life were the candles burning that have lit ours on the table or the altar, all in awe, still looking up to say, “Oh, my God, dear Lord, How Great Thou Art.” Keep Reading

Be Gentle

” We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”__ C. S. Lewis

The mantle above the fireplace where I rest my eyes in prayer…

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”.

I wonder how  much pain one has to experience before realizing He is there; we are never alone.  To be aware of His presence is to honor His blessing upon us. Keep Reading

Infinite Choices @ Apple, PC, Google, Yahoo, Facebook and MORE

At Ho’okipa Beach, the mecca for surfers’ delight where tide pools like this one caress the less brave. Monk Seals are known to sun themselves and turtles abide aside the black lava rocks. I love the heart.

“To see a world in a grain of Sand

And Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.” _ William Blake, 

a fragment from Auguries of Innocence.

William Blake’s quote refreshes my soul like the pool of water refreshed my feet long ago.  What can we extract from Blake’s choice of the word “augury” and “innocence”?  How does a grain of sand coupled with a flower become an omen to behold, a prophecy in disguise, and thereafter even favorable or unfavorable?

I think we are invited to consider the moment at hand.

A few days ago I wrote a blog entitled COME, BECOME ALPHABETICALLY SAVVY, and offered a challenge for you to write something beginning with the letter A through all the way to the letter Z .  The exercise would say a lot about one’s interests in just twenty-six days.  Life is a classroom.  I sought to figure out how I would take to task the suggested word AWARENESS for the letter A.

As Palm Sunday is celebrated, I look from the Hemphill, Texas, woodsy area to the sky for inspiration, and the garden welcomed my visit. Keep Reading

The Consequences of Abortion

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

Heart Signs

The iron gate painted orange stayed open.  It was nearly time to leave, to say farewell, and Aloha.

I walked out to walk back in, just to let the old Mango tree know I was about to leave for good.  Just then, I was back, walking back, and around it to touch it.  Too many thoughts cluttered my mind joined by a fierce fear of the unknown, and as I stood behind the tree holding it hold me.    I thanked it for always dropping a good sized mango at my feet.  I looked down and  saw the heart shaped vine…  Where on earth did it come from ?  Oh , these signs just keep me going still…  So, I said good bye…  I hung the heart shaped vine at the entrance from my heart.

That’s the way it was.  That’s the way it is.

Are we ever surprised by subtle heartfelt designs ?  I have been every time and they still appear… Back then both Frank and Paul maintained some balance in the ever growing, spreading joyous plants, shrubs, trees, and flowers…  It could have been left to become thick, and luscious as in the rainforest…  In retrospect, that would have been awesome !

These two gentlemen may be sitting together over a plate of sticky rice with Teriaky beef to recall the time on our property.  We celebrated their friendships, and remember their family, their stories.  The largest Haas avocados  on the planet grow from trees in the gulch with a stream on Frank’s family acreage.  Dear Paul may see Frank at St. Joseph’s on Sundays where he volunteers with all that is needed including stacking the shelves with goods for the needy.  Dear Frank is the grave digger and he proudly has had the job since a teenager.  Oh, I miss them.  They were part of our holy encounters.

In our yard, the guavas abundantly spoiled us and what was left to fall on the ground grew shoots of more trees… much like a weed…  The lemons, the oranges, the limes, the bananas all at one time, gave us a sense of the heavens.

Upcountry Kula is said to be the best climate in the entire world.  Makawao, Haiku, and Huelo are more wet, and abound in Lilikois…  The passion fruit just grows as a vine and blooms first as a flower…  Hana is the ultimate center of growth though still remote enough to have stayed mostly untouched, reserved, yet enticing.  There the black sand beaches attract the tourists.  The locals serve and keep a bench by the road with goodies and a tin can for a calabash donation.  It is a place where jewelry makers display enchanting necklaces, earnings, and the ever lovely leis… No matter the distance once on the island one feels at home.  Maybe the ukulele, maybe the breeze, or the all encompassing ocean, mountain, and life abounding “AINA”, the land, cradles the soul.  That was my experience. Keep Reading

THE MYSTERIOUS COINCIDENCE

How many significant coincidences can you recall in your life ?  I wish we could pull up a chair at my round table and have some tea to reminisce and maybe get goose bumps.

I have told this story repeatedly.  It’s old.  For those who don’t know me, it will still carry the point.  For those who have heard it, skip it unless you like the detours.  In fact, as I begin to tell it , I know I should write a blog about the essentials in moving because I did so far too many times.  Maybe you wouldn’t want to hear it.  I say to pack a suitcase with books, and one with seven days change of clothes.  I wish I had done just that.  One can be an established minimalist by realizing the freedom of not spending precious time packing and unpacking and making things fit where they don’t, won’t, and shouldn’t.

Let me just say that BEFORE the ninth move, the address number was 1198.  My heart goes there because I actually painted twelve gates in a glorious garden surrounding a pool.  Each entrance then with a panel had two sides.  I felt inspired to paint zany designs coupled with cherished quotes.  Oh, I wished to write a book and could never muster the time t concentrate, to be organized, to fully cross the t’s and dot the i’s…

Coco Chanel muttered one sweet day, “Gentleness doesn’t get work done unless you happen to be a hen laying eggs.”  We actually had three on the path behind this gate…  Though we now have seven hens and one rooster, I’m not certain a hen lays two eggs.  Cocoa Chanel of course must have regarded the value of elbow grease in getting things done…  She had a point.  Moving requires the strength of an ox.  No wonder my mother once said I reminded her of a horse.  She thought she was being complimentary.  I didn’t get it then.  I do now,

I decided both sides of the panel to the gates would be a chapter and thus began my solace in life to finally pursue the unfulfilled dream.  Make plans gingerly in life because the scales may tip delicately off balance.  That is the kindest way I can say our bed and breakfast was shut down along with five hundred others overnight eight years ago.  No matter the details except to avert to the fact that the least predictable twist of fate made the last move feel like an eviction. Keep Reading

WELCOME to Be Star-Shine Daily

This blog as it is called for short articles addressing the writer’s points of interests, is much like an artist’s palette.  Initially I had hoped to have twelve categories to address specific topics readers could tap into and ask questions.  However, it has been designed with a name that does cover my heart’s intent.  I may be tweaking the four categories in time.  This is new to me, and I am literally like a kindergartner in a canvas playground with buckets of colorful paints ready to be used with just a few whispering brushes.

Since there are quotes that have transported me from heart beat to heart beat and from breadth to breadth, I can assure you I am grateful for their sustenance.  We are nurtured in different ways in life, and without brothers and sisters, books seemed to always be there to tell me something written by someone who cared enough to pour out nuggets.  Many of them have helped me keep my chin up and my back straight resolutely sure of how to perceive the mysteries of life.

” There is a pleasure, in the pathless woods.

There is rapture on the shore.

There is society where none intrudes

By the deep sea, and music in its roar.

I love not man less.

I love Nature more.”  Woodlands__Lord Byron

We live such fragile lives from the moment we are conceived, and the best in us is the love.  The star light from our soul eagerly shines from birth and somewhere along the way we are the stars that aim to fulfill our ultimate best.  I  thank God for sending us His Son, Jesus, and for my extraordinary good fortune in life to have honored  His wisdom.

I welcome your comments and questions and promise to answer, even if in a story.  God bless you and thank you for visiting my site.

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