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Mercy

To Be Just for a Day and Thereafter

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.

” May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us.”
_Psalm 67:1

“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. 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

Eternity: God’s Given Promise

 

Hindered by the mundane responsibilities of daily duties, I think of many yesteryears, and they return to be with me today.  I celebrate the goodness in all from then to now yet feel a twinge of the nudge to leap forward like a rabbit hopping through a valley in a prairie way off somewhere.  I see the golden sun kiss the sky goodnight as the opal moon peeks through the pines bringing the lustrous diamonds from the blue.  The pines in majestic pose succumb to my memories of arm stretching palms and both beckon me to hum a long forgotten song.

“I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great ring of pure and endless light.”_ Henry Vaughan, The World

This and that is done.  I sit and reminisce with care to stop a tear or even two; grown ups have more troubles to wipe clear than dew drops lingering to reflect the garden of one’s heart.  Somehow the reminiscing invites the missing and the two are buddies of a different kind; they could drink a glass a milk with an Oreo cookie, or a cup of tea with a blueberry scone.  The days  of wine and roses are replaced with comfort treats to bring the stamina of a walk, a dream, and a resolution to see the sun go down as the moon comes up, and then see the return of the golden and dance like a butterfly.

I talk and pray to God a lot and wish I had  been in touch with Him before with the vigor I have to meet Him today.  I am so glad He promises life in heaven, in His Kingdom, for Eternity.  I feel more like a child now than I did when I was twenty.  I have a friend who is a hundred and four and she says she has to stick around to cheer up the old folks….  Have I already told this story before?  Lucretia sneaks in my mind because she always made me laugh.  I wish I could have been the same to others.  I may have been a shadow.  The shadows feel burdensome.  Even in my best efficient deliveries of meals, the seriousness in my cocoon showed me somber.  I missed the mark of being light hearted. Keep Reading

A NOTE TO GOD

I am apart from the part of me

yearning to be complete.

I embrace the longing for the fullness of grace–

as I am yet still hurt by the memories of beauty.

Love fills every crevice from the crib to the casket;

it is in You I trust to understand the confusion therein.

Scraps of papers embedded in thoughts with scribbles

donned star dreams deserted to serve You these nibbles.

I look up and down and around and see all that is to be–

a classroom empty of students but me, mindfully learning.

I reach for the pen and the paper to write to You for all–

I see books on my desk standing tall to beckon attention.

How can I find the letters to compose any essential clue?

The royal paints have dried on the canvas out of the blue.

It is as a blade of grass surging to be its best green foliage,

we humans breathe wherever air moves us to be a continuum …

Like the stars that step forth even in the bright moonlight,

I hope to return to the rhythm in concert sung by the birds.

May my gratefulness be showered in blossoms of dewdrops

aside alike souls in Your Kingdom in heaven and on earth…

I thank You my Lord in front of all these Friends, Your people,

Afar and close in thought and heart, entirely yours from birth…

Despite the chaos, the sun has risen to draw shadow shades;

we contemporaries live to sway the wave that flings a ripple…

Please help us see when we cannot fathom all there is for us to grasp,

Forgive our judgments from present and the past, have mercy, I ask.

 

I would love to know if you have ever written a note to God…Please leave a comment.  Thank you.

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.”

 

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.