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GOD'S QUILT

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into tapestry that is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptation. I was faced with in everyday life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all. I glanced around me. No one else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air. Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes..... I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and death, and false accusations that took from me my world as I knew it.

I had to start over many times, I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. Now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was. I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.

A gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, ‘Every time you gave overyour life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you steppedaside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me thanthere was of you. May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

God's Rosebud

A new minister was walking with an older, more seasoned minister in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice. The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any of the petals.

The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his life and ministry. But, because of his great respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact.  It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do.

Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud, without tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the following poem...It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of God's design; But I cannot unfold the petalsWith these clumsy hands of mine. The secret of unfolding flowers Is not known to such as I. GOD opens this flower so easily, But in my hands they die. If I cannot unfold a rosebud, This flower of God's design, Then how can I have the wisdom To unfold this life of mine?

So, I'll trust in God for leading Each moment of my day. I will look to God for guidance In each step along the way. The path that lies before me, Only my Lord and Savior knows. I'll trust God to unfold the moments, Just as He unfolds the rose. "let go and let God" unfold your life.

The Battle Ground

Standing on the battle ground… I hear him call….Keeping watch over one and over us all. He sits above and the other sits below. Now is the day that Satan Falls. Told to Stand tall and show no fear; The Battle has begun, the war rages on. Victory shall be the battle cry, For the souls of man, no more may die. Standing on the battle ground sword in hand and in fighting stance. The light goes out and turns to darkness,Faith, strength and courage are called to the front lines. Where are they? Where will they be when it is the time? Satan begins his reign. Satan wants to dance. With GOD on my right and Satan at my left, the time is now Standing on the battle grounds with a choice to choose. A fight for life, soul and faith, finding out where true loyalty lays. On the battle ground bruised broken and scared, Scared, and alone, will my call for help be heard? Satan’s voice tries to say: Never fear I’m here. GOD will never be by your sides. Unanswered will be prayer and cries for it shall always be. For I am an angel of light shining bright. Do not trust this god of yours, for I am all you need. By my word I will abide.

Standing on the battle field with no question in mind. Still looking for GOD in sight I will try and find. With swords still drawn, edges sharp. The words are given. The smell of smoke, the red of blood. The broken bones, the broken heart, the one thing standing tall is the cross. Fire and darkness, is all that is seen, With GOD on my right and Satan at my left, the time is nowStanding on the battle grounds with a choice to choose. Standing on the battle grounds, called to the front lines.

The clashing of swords, the fight for freedom, We stand against the powers of darkness and the forces of evil. The war rages on we must be strong. As it is to those below, they must now look and turn to those above. Standing on the battle grounds in everyday life, Faith, strength, and courage, it always must be. For GOD always tells us these:  F is for faith as it’s clear you will need S is for strength against Satan who we must defeat. C is for courage which will help you win the war, but the most import of the 3 is the letter V.  V for Victory. In the end standing on the battle field still holding the sword in hand and in fighting stance. With GOD on my right and Satan at my left, the time is now. Standing on the battle grounds with a choice to choose, a light appears. On the battle ground bruised broken, but my fears are now calm.  As Faith Strength and Courage are called to remain at the front lines; Satan tries to continue his reign and can no longer dance because we have been called out of darkness and into the light and we will be on the battle ground ready and waiting.

At the Crossroads

When I was a little boy, I used to sing a song that went like this...

I met Jesus at the crossroads,
Where the two ways meet;
Satan too was standing there,
And he said, "Come this way,
Lots and lots of pleasures
I can give to you today!"
But I said, "No,
There's Jesus here,
Just see what he offers me:
Down here my sins forgiven,
Up there a home in heaven,
Praise God that's the way for me!"

The Devil Inside Me

Time and space, space and time, There are no words that could really rhyme. A light once shinning bright now cold and dark, fades into the darkness to be forever silenced. Away from home I was at night, A call comes in that leads to sheer fright. The smell of smoke, the color of black, nothing left that stands. Should it have been my time or was it just God’s out stretched hands? Into the house I walk with a look of fear .What do I hear or feel, is Satan Near? It just may be. In the still of the night and quiet of the dark, I am looking for that tiny light’s spark. The voice so low and deep, what do they want, whatever shall it be….Is it my faith, my strength, my courage, what about hope and desire?

What is it that they want from me or did it all just go up in smoke with the fire…I am told in my mind this was no accident, upset they’ve missed and next time they won’t. What more is to come, how much more can I take. The true feelings of the inside I cannot fake. I cannot hide, but how long can I keep them hidden inside. Time and space, space and time. I feel as if there are days gone by I have simply lost my mind. My heart remains but never goes cold. Will I ever know; this is not yet told. Sleepless nights and nightless sleep, Into a world I’m thrown cold dark and deep. I search for an answer, but I hear none. I look to God in times of trouble, Is he there, does he know my sorrow? Adrenaline is all I  knowHow to deal with emotions so deep.Times are tough and Times for great strength it may be?

Where is it all, is it really inside me? A cry for help goes out But is it heard, spoken softly to the heart there is just no words. Turn off the light so I can sleep, turn out the light so my fears may be calm and still, Am I just a survivor or it is my living will? Quiet the sounds, I hear him call. Is it really God or is this just pure hell? Is it I, or did I truly die? The direction I seek is not nearly the path I may take. Is god’s hand reaching for me to take or is the devil inside me keeping me awake? Haunted emotions, haunted mind. Have I really gone blind? No heart of stone, no hate in sight, Someone PLEASE find the light. Wake me up, set me right, calm the fears; quiet the screaming inside this heart of mine. Was this fire meant to be, or is the devil really inside me? No definition of life is truly meant to be…Have I messed up, or is it just me? So many times at night I cry. Should I have truly died? If the answer is no, How will my life be, which way am I meant to go? No direction is certain, these wounds seem so fresh and raw. My world right now feels like an empty bed of straw. Tears by day and tears by night. Is God truly insight? Will I see a way to fight? Where is my strength, where does it come from? What about keeping the faith? Where is the courage … I see it hidden in the darkness. Did it just leave me, or is it that I don’t see it because I’m just still so numb?

Survivor or victim that is the question. Is this all a dream or is this just the devil inside me? A voice says in the darkness you must stay strong; help is here it won’t be long. I look at the sky and often ask why….Was it my time to die or live? The night of the fire or was the fight to live just a desire? I often pray for help from above; With the shattered piece of my life, I still manage to love. No stone cold heart, where will it come, will it be a sign from above? My fur kids are gone, my life upside down. Hiding the pain and sorrow, maybe in the quiet stillness with my fears, for they shall drown, leaving no further frowns. Searching for answers near and far. Turning to god in a time and world of full of fear. The world is in silence; a cry goes out, but who will hear, will I be fully free? Will it be god who answers or the devil inside me….The greatest of hours has yet to come. A tear runs down. Looking for every ounce of faith, strength and courage.  Near and far…Far and near; deep and wide, wide and deep. Someone shorten this mountain its way too steep! Breath is short, I can’t yet climb

Is it going to be with God’s help or do I really have the fight of time? Emotions high now turning dry. In a world based on faith, strength and love, Where is that sign from up above? Faith, Strength and Courage I am told by one who knows me best. I hope it’s found before I’m too old to find complete rest. It’s dark and cold, cold and dark. I’m still looking for that tiny light spark. Keep strong, keep the faith as I’m often told, SHOW NO FEAR, I hear a familiar voice say, In the midst of the dark and trauma, somehow, some way will all start another day. A reply comes with in, do I have what it takes to show no fear? Can I be strong enough, is it possible? Do I have whatever to do it may take?

Am I really awake? A low deep voice speaks in the darkness, is it god or the devil inside me calling? A smile on my face I can no longer fake, All I want to do is just stay awake. When will I sleep, is it possible in the scars and world so dark and deep? Again by familiar voice I hear as told... SHOW NO FEAR! Try as I might I must hide these tears. In warrior mode I must try to remain; For it’s the flood of overwhelming emotions I must try and contain. How to handle this, I do not know, for I know the strength is deep within is yet to come, still waiting for it to show. Living each day for God I must as I am told, trying as hard as I can to stay, Praying hard, there just simply has to be a better way in the wake of every new day. Peace within and peace throughout. I will silence the voices that speak so loud.

Standing strong against the test of time now starts to be found.Courage and faith also start to show… still left wondering is there another way to go, Is my love, strength and courage enough to get me through? For faith must be the strength and the key as I’ve been so often toldTo be strong is to in warrior mode I must be, Maybe God will answer this call and cry and finally set this devil inside me free.

The Fire

I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared in my path.
I define myself by the courage I've found to fore new roads.
I do not define myself by how many disappointments I've faced.
I define myself by the forgiveness and the faith I have found to begin again.
I do not define myself by how long a relationship lasted.
I define myself by how much I have loved, and been willing to love again.
I do not define myself by how many times i've been knocked down.
I define myself by how many times I've struggled to get to my feet.
I am not my pain
I am not my past
I am that which as emerged from the fire.

"I said a prayer for you"

E. Spellman 9.12.16

 

Tonight I said a prayer for you

I asked GOD to bless you too and all you do,

I knew he’d keep you in his loving care.

I said a prayer for you.

 

I said prayer for you and I saw a smile on your face,

As I knew he’d keep you in love’s grace.

 

An embrace of GOD, and then my Best friend too,

I said a prayer for you in my heart,

God said to me, “Best friends you shall always be

And as best friends you will never part when you have me.

I know you will always hold love near

Listen to my voice and it you will always hear”.

 

So I prayed a prayer for you to GOD up above

Hold one another in your heart with love,

Best friends are a blessing every day and we will always

Help each other along the way.

 

Never failing, never falling, we both answer GOD's calling.

GOD gave me someone special to love from above

I said a prayer tonight for you in my heart and I told GOD I hope we never ever part.

 

So I prayed a prayer to bless and keep you near forever and always in my heart.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


 

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

An Unholy World by Raymond A. Foss


We live in a time
a world that Paul warned us about
violence and righteousness claimed in your name
the name of God to justify the slaughter
the maiming of innocents
the unholy partnership
the fellowship of light and darkness
the incongruity, the iniquity
that converted apostle of Christ
foretold, urged to be avoided

We are called to be separated,
to be in this world
but not of this world
to prune and to focus
to use the thorns in our lives
heed their quiet call
to cleave to you almighty savior
redeemer of our sins
when we fall into the trap
let down our guard
and knock the temple off its foundation
seeking easier paths
sharing too much with the enemy


June 25, 2006 8:43
2 Corinthians 6:14-18

Sheltered Garden
H. D., 1886 - 1961


I have had enough.
I gasp for breath.

Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest—
then you retrace your steps,
or find the same slope on the other side,
precipitate.

I have had enough—
border-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies,
herbs, sweet-cress.

O for some sharp swish of a branch—
there is no scent of resin
in this place,
no taste of bark, of coarse weeds,
aromatic, astringent—
only border on border of scented pinks.

Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light—
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
smothered in straw?

Why not let the pears cling
to the empty branch?
All your coaxing will only make
a bitter fruit—
let them cling, ripen of themselves,
test their own worth,
nipped, shrivelled by the frost,
to fall at last but fair
With a russet coat.

Or the melon—
let it bleach yellow
in the winter light,
even tart to the taste—
it is better to taste of frost—
the exquisite frost—
than of wadding and of dead grass.

For this beauty,
beauty without strength,
chokes out life.
I want wind to break,
scatter these pink-stalks,
snap off their spiced heads,
fling them about with dead leaves—
spread the paths with twigs,
limbs broken off,
trail great pine branches,
hurled from some far wood
right across the melon-patch,
break pear and quince—
leave half-trees, torn, twisted
but showing the fight was valiant.

O to blot out this garden
to forget, to find a new beauty
in some terrible
wind-tortured place.

 

Who Hindered You ~
By Deborah Ann Belka  
 

Who hindered you,
who got you off the path
who brought you closer
to knowing God’s wrath?

Who stopped you,
who made your heart sway
who lead you from
the straight, narrow way?

Who approached you,
who got you off track
who caused you to turn
on God your very back?

Who made you to stumble,
who caused you to waiver
who persuaded you to think
you don’t need a Savior?

Who was it that wanted you,
out of the faithful race
who said you don’t deserve
God’s mercy, love and grace?

Who is that cleaver,
who is that spiteful . . .
none other but Satan
could be so deceitful!

~~~~~~~

Galatians 5:7

“Ye did run well;
who did hinder you
that ye should not
obey the truth?”

King James Version

The Beginning of Wisdom by Raymond A. Foss


In the beginning, we were afraid
we knew our nakedness
biting into the flesh of the fruit
of the forbidden tree

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom
the psalmist wrote, oh so long ago
We forget so often
forget He is a jealous God
forget our weakness without him
walk in our own paths
for a separate false idol
graven images and temporal pleasures
Opportunities of epiphany lost
in our self-reliance

Cleave to the Lord
follow his commands
love one another
share in the Good News
Hear His still voice
burning within you now

July 1, 2006 7:50am
Psalm 111:10

No Mistakes

When my hopes fade
And my dreams die.
And I find no answer
By asking why.
 
I just keep on trusting
And hang on to my faith.
Because God is just
He never makes mistakes.
 
Should the storms come
And trials I must face.


When I find no solution
I rest in God's grace.
 
When life seems unfair
And more than I can take.
I look up to the Father
He never makes mistakes.
 
God sees our struggles
And every bend in the road.
But no mistake is ever made
Cause He weighs every load.

--Lenora McWhorter

Too Blessed to be Stressed

I'm too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed.
I refuse to be discouraged, to be sad or to cry.
I refuse to be downhearted and here's the reason why:
I have a God who is almighty; who is sovereign and supreme.
I have a God who loves me - and I am on His team.
He is all wise and powerful; Jesus is His name.
Though everything else is changeable, My God remains the same.
I refuse to be beaten or defeated.
My eyes are on my God.
He has promised to be with me, as through this life I trod.
I am looking past my circumstances, to heaven's throne above.
My prayers have reached the heart of God, and I am resting in His love.
I give thanks to Him in everything.
My eyes are on His face.
The battle is His; the victory is mine; He will help me win the race.
I repeat!
I'm too blessed to be stressed!"

-Author Unknown

The Vise

Life is too painful to live
Full of disastrous feelings
of loathsome thoughts.

Creeping into the corners
of my mind,


Held for hopes and dreams.
But alas punctured
by pervasive sin.

My spirit is armoured but
my flesh susceptible
to fiery darts.

In my weakness I give way to a
tongue that waggles.
And causes me no
end of heartache.

As I sink into oblivion
The Master’s hand reaches
Beneath my brokenness
And scoops me up.

Holding me close to
His breath…He breathes
life into me.

So in my vision
journaling with these scriptures.
Matt 11:28-30
Philippians 4:4-8
Philippians 1:3-6

My head is in a vise.
But the master reaches down and
unscrews the screws.

It is meant to keep me from being heavy


From being in pain
From being tortured.
And He sets me free.

I walk away from the vise
clicking my jaws to
release the tension and
blockage of closed off ears.

Then a waterfall of
thick colored water
washes over me.

It feels cleansing and
my ears pop open,
my jaw releases,
and I am made white.

– Sharon L. Green 

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