Hand of the Lamb

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Skin’s so soft, I’m feeling fine bones.

Clenching tightly, I grasp on to hold.

This physical manifestation of what lies beneath

is strength that holds me up, when I can’t seem to breathe.

This hand offers softness in its effort to comfort

smooths over my soul, while giving me support.

I need His grace, mercy, hope and forgiveness

each and every day of my life – if I hope to last.

I need this hand of the lamb as I walk my daily path,

til the day when a hug will take the place of the hand.

 

*Photo CC0 from Pixabay

 

North Star

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That bright star that shed light

to lead the wise Magi three

into King Herod’s “city of peace,”

as they brought gifts from the east.

It also led the shepherds

when the angels told them

the Savior’s been born

in a stable, near Bethlehem.

They all journeyed forth

to see this great miracle

that the angels foretold

when they brightly waxed lyrical.

He lay sleeping humbly

in a livestock trough

the babe wrapped in rags

like an old dirty cast-off.

Under that bright star he was born

for the poor and the weak,

a re-connection to God

for any and all, who seek.

 

 

 

 

 

HL Pic Series: 5-Ashley

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Ashley stared at the flap-like piece sticking out of the gigantic formation. She’d heard about the strange growth from some of her cycling friends, but did not believe them. Instead, she decided to ride out into the desert by herself to see it; proof was in the sighting – or so her parents had always said. So, she loaded her backpack with a towel, sunscreen, snacks and water and rode her bike eight miles out of town to get a closer view of Paddle Rock. It’s weird! I wonder how that happened.

Ashley had been raised by atheistic scientists who had an answer for all of her questions – up until she had become a teenager. Then she would ask questions they could not answer, like from the Big Bang Theory: How could something come from nothing?

She fought with her parents as they tried to convince her, which created distance between them. Their theories did not make sense to her, so she began a spiritual quest to fill the small void she felt in her chest. Searching the book store, she bought books on Druids, Wicca, Kabbalah, Astrology, New Ageism, Becoming a Shaman, Crystals, Tarot, Mystic Wisdom, Buddhism and many others. Over time she read them all, but each time something still felt missing.

At college she ended up on a dorm floor with a bunch of Christians, some who were bicyclers, like her. She was uncomfortable talking to them about her lack of spiritual upbringing, even though a few were interested in her story. Sometimes she got really frustrated with them because there were days when all they talked about was Jesus. If he is so great, why doesn’t everyone follow him?

One morning, after an extremely difficult exam, she awoke with a headache. She decided to skip class and stay in bed. Waving goodbye to her roommate, who would be gone for several hours, she rolled back toward the wall and closed her eyes.

As she lay in a half-dream state, the face of Jesus, sheathed in luminescence, floated before her and said, “You are my child. I formed you in the womb and know every bit of you. You are well loved.”

Ashley woke up. Her head felt groggy, so she sat up, shook it, rubbed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. Did that really just happen? Did Jesus just talk to me? That’s weird, my headache is gone already.

Since she was not sure if she had just had a dream, or if it was indeed a vision, she got up, walked over to her roommate’s desk and borrowed her bible. She had heard the girls talking about the New Testament, so she opened up to Matthew and began to read. The words rang of truth and she began to feel the hole fill.

Book Launch

I am so excited! I Indie-published my first book through Amazon’s Kindle program. Currently it is only in eBook format, but will hopefully soon be available in a Print-on-Demand version as well. I have set up an Author page on Amazon if you’d like to follow me.

You Are Forgiven is my story of testimony. I discuss how for years I ignored God and all that He offered, and then when I finally decided to search for Him, He gave me a wondrous gift. If you would like a copy but do not own a Kindle, you can download Kindle apps. Here is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01BMZSYXQ?keywords=you%20are%20forgiven&qid=1455157273&ref_=sr_1_2&sr=8-2

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It is truly amazing how much support I have received from my family and friends. I am humbled and truly grateful for them. And… now that this book is out, I hope those who need it can access it.

My next major project is going to be to work out the whole Coffee and Yarn Club. I’m looking forward to find out how that action all plays out. Once I finish that series, it will be full steam ahead on the Christian Tompta series. I am currently leaning toward publishing those books the same way.

I wish you well this fine February evening… Peace.

The Truth About Me & Jesus

The other day I took one of those social media quizzes that told me my word for the new year would be “truth.” This makes perfect sense to me as I am in the midst of rewriting my testimony book, which is about true stories of God working within my life.

I struggle in my faith. I don’t doubt God (usually), but I have much conflict about staying in relationship with Him and doing things in His name. I know, I know, I’m human. That’s just it, though. I am human. I am of the earth, weak, imperfect and make lots of mistakes.

The other side of that coin is that because I am human, I have the capability of having an awesome, and I mean awesome, relationship with the Holy One. And sometimes I do. I have moments when Spirit takes me over and I cry and tingle and am so very grateful.

But… then there is the rest of the time. I want to watch movies, read books and go do activities that have nothing to do with God – and even may go in the opposite direction sometimes. GOT ring any bells?

Part of living this crazy existence is that we are able to see the beauty and unimaginable creations produced by different humans. No other species can come anywhere close to the creative dominion that man bears. Paintings, architecture, literature in rhythm and rhyme and sculpture all hold their place, but nowadays, in this digital age, creativity and beauty are oftentimes better than real life. Movies and animation, digital comics, photo shopping technology and audio equipment provide experiences that we could not mimic in nature.

The above does not even include the endless information at our fingertips. Means to improve every aspect of our earthy lives can be found: paths to happiness, ease of cleaning, any type of clothing, transportation and food, access to devices that contain and provide our daily activities, music, access to books containing other worlds, and much much more.

So then… Why are we still so unhappy as a species? We do we suffer from disease and depression? Why do we try to fill that gaping hole inside with other things… things not of God?

I don’t know. I wish I did. Will power isn’t always enough to keep me in line as to how I think I should be with God.

It’s a very good thing that He just loves me so much in spite of my shortcomings. It’s lovely and amazing that I am redeemed because of Him. And truthfully, it feels good in those moments when I do connect with Him – it feels better than anything else really. It feels like home.

My truth is that I fail. But I keep trying even though I don’t have to do good works for redemption, because I love Him. And because He loves me.

Peace.