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In love with Paris. Travel-addicted. Female. |Wecome to a new friend: KleesButterfly

Klees Butterfly

A Slow Travel Blog

Butterfly
by David Herbert Lawrence

Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!Paul Klee, Without Title, about 1892. Water-color and pencil.

Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!

Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!

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Paris.

The Artists’ Colony (Künstlerkolonie) Mathildenhöhe is considered the most beautiful Art Nouveau/Jugendstil complex in Germany.  It provided impulses toward reform in the areas of architecture, landscape art, interior design, and arts and crafts.

darmstadt 231This gentleman is Grand Duke Ernst Ludwig von Hessen (1868-1937). Without the educated and art-appreciative Grand Duke, Mathildenhöhe would not have existed in its current form. Ernst Ludwig had close connections to England, and so he had contact with the arts and crafts movement there, which opposed architectural historicism and low-quality goods. From this evolved a return to the qualities of craftsmanship.
In 1898, Ernst Ludwig called seven artists (among them Peter Behrens, Joseph Maria Olbrich and Albin Müller) to Darmstadt. Those artists created the so-called Artists’ Colony between 1899 and 1914.

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Author Mike Trahan Explains The Gift | Novel Ideas

 “The Gift” comes from a poem I wrote about my first flight and my first solo later on. The poem is also entitled “The Gift” and it states that I consider my love of flying as a gift from God, because it gave me a direction for my life. The book title came from this stanza:

Until that moment my life was aimless,

With no real goals in sight

The Lord gave me a gift that day

His Gift was the love of flight.

I have been told that my story is multi-faceted and that there are several lessons to be learned from it. I was not aware of that as I wrote it. I just wrote about the things I was involved in, starting at a very young age. For example: By the time I was fifteen I was driving my father’s tractors, driving a car, flying an airplane, playing high school football and baseball, dating girls, serving as an Altar Boy, and trying to keep up in school.

I believe this story could teach this generation that their possibilities are limitless, if they are willing to sacrifice to achieve things. It takes a lot of self-discipline to be able to successfully juggle as many things as I did, and self-discipline is one thing that is woefully lacking in today’s generation. Determination, drive, discipline, tenacity, resilience (the ability to bounce back after disappointments) are all essential elements of being successful.

The only “reward” we got from failure back in my youth was this – it gave us a chance to try again from a new direction. It also gave us a chance to overcome that failure and that built up our confidence each time we did it.

I feel the opportunities are still out there, but they are just harder to find. They do not fall in your lap as maybe they once did. To encounter that opportunity you have to be out there looking for it, and then you have to be proactive and put yourself in a position to take advantage of any opportunity that you encounter.

Much More at Author Mike Trahan Explains The Gift | Novel Ideas.

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And it rained all night and washed the filth away
Down New York airconditioned drains
The click click clack of the heavy black trains
A million engines in neutral

It’s relentless
Invisible
Indefatigable
Indisputable
Undeniable

So how come it looks so beautiful?
How come the moon falls from the sky?

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Catching up with Rabyd Writer – NaNoWriMo and The Search for Purpose

National Novel Writing Month is now in full swing.  As of this writing and I haven’t written today on my novel yet I stand at 10,399 words.  Not bad for six days work and definitely above the 1667 words a day you need to finish a 50,000 word novel.  My half elf magic user / thief has at this point been introduced as a character as well as much of the supporting cast.  The quest all of them are on has been stated and my character is now preparing for her journey.  Throughout this story she has had several incidents that have helped define her character and bring her to life.  I have really been working on the whole concept of ‘show them , don’t always tell them.”  Seeing the story is pure first person point of view this can be difficult but I think I have found a nice balance.  I like where the story is going and I am more confident than ever I will get this finished.  I want to double time today and get to about 15,000 words by days end.  It never hurts to be ahead of the game.

All of this is causing me to wax a bit philosophical about my life.  Big surprise from a theologian and philosopher, huh?

I have been asking myself a lot of questions about my purpose on planet earth.  In large part this started about a month after quitting my second job.  It had been a rough time and I still miss the money in certain senses.  In my life I have pastored three churches, been an associate pastor and involved in other ministry.  Part of my role as a leader in the church has always defined me but I don’t think that is all there is to it.

Many people say that I should just remain faithful and wait for God’s direction.  I however have found that even this can be an excuse even from God’s perspective of not getting up off your butt and making something happen.  Waiting for God can be used as an excuse for lazy.  So I need to consider however what I should be doing besides waiting.

I have often found the things I am passionate about are what I do.  In large part this blog is an expression of the things I am passionate about but also in that expression I have found a better definition of what I am.  Passion requires fuel and renewed effort at times but for the most part I don’t have trouble doing what I am passionate about.  One of my new passions is writing.

I say new because I liked writing before but I could take it or leave it.  Now I am not sure what I would do if I couldn’t write a good chunk of the time.  I love it.  Every post, every days work on my novel is a joy.  It is sort of like working out for me only with my mind and heart instead of my body.

The question now is: can I do this for a living?  Is this me finding my purpose or just another passion?  I don’t have any answers right now but I think the whole seeing if I can write for many hours a day might be a good start to seeing if it is one or the other.  In a sense NaNoWriMo is helping me find this out.

Now back to my novel.  Blessings and Cheers!!!

via Rabyd Writer – NaNoWriMo and The Search for Purpose | All Things Rabyd.

Just Today Please…REALLY??? « Trying to find time with The Culture Monk

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– The Periphrastic Mind of Kenneth Justice

[Terry: In My High School Latin, I was taught that the Passive Periphrastic meant a way of saying something that walked all the way around the building (periphrastic).  But for the life of me, I can’t find much that’s Passive about Mr. Justice.]

Just Today Please…REALLY???

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by Kenneth Justice ~So much to do so little time….How many of us often feel a tad bit overwhelmed with all that we have going on?

Whenever I visit my various friends in the suburbs I’m not sure whether to be impressed or sad to see their calendars and appointment books filled to overflowing with appointments and tasks that need to be done. A while back I called a friend of mine and asked him if he wanted to go out for coffee and he said, “Kenneth, looking at my appointment book I can’t see any openings in the near future, could you call me in three to four months and check back then?”

Three to four months? Huh??? Hey, I’ll be the first to admit that I tend to be ‘last-minute guy’. I’m not a big fan of having a schedule that is so filled with appointments, meetings, and tasks that I have to tell someone, ‘Call me back in three – four months’. Because, to be honest with you; I’ve been there before. Shortly after graduating High School I worked two jobs; a 9-5 day job, and during the evenings & weekends I worked in (gulp) politics. The political job was high pressure; suit and tie, non-stop meetings, fundraisers, strategy sessions……it was intense. I worked seven days a week for more than a year……. When friends would call me up to get coffee, I was just like my friend; I’d have to check my calendar because my schedule was jammed packed and I had very few openings…..

After a year or so of living life that way; I had enough. It was simply too hectic, too much busyness and not enough time spent with friends and family. However, even though my schedule changed as the years went by, I still had a hard time giving up a behavior that I developed; I worried too much about tomorrow.

Many of us live each day of our life carrying a lot of ‘worry’ around with us;

—) We worry about our children

—) We worry about our significant other

—) We worry about our vocation

We worry, worry, worry One of the bible verses I always had a difficult time understanding when I was younger has to do with something Jesus said, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own

I struggled with that saying of Jesus because I didn’t understand; how am I not supposed to worry about tomorrow? Isn’t it good that I’m worried about tomorrow and the work I’ve got to get done, my responsibilities, bills, debt, and everything else that goes with the future?

But now that I’m a little bit older I’m beginning to realize; worrying about tomorrow is simply too tiring. Its exhausting. Some people even get sick because they worry about tomorrow. I recall writing an essay in college about people who get sick on Sunday nights because they start thinking about having to go to work the next day.

A business acquaintance of mine has told me repeatedly that the worst day of his week is Sunday night; “My stomach starts getting upset, I feel nauseous, and I have a hard time going to sleep….all because I can’t stop thinking about having to go to work the next morning” he says.

Yet the simple fact of the matter is that as long as I worry about tomorrow; I can’t enjoy the wonderful thing that is today. I know that may sound trite, but as simplistic as it may be….its very true. When we worry about tomorrow it affects our friendships, our family, our children, and more. Worry can cause us to become locked up in paralysis; unable to truly enjoy and live out the day.

Worry is one of the chief issues that is leading so many people throughout the Western World to pop pills. Worry can lead to anxiety, depression, and a whole host of other psychological responses that doctors label “a reason to prescribe you medication”

Yet in the end, we have a choice don’t we? We have the choice to learn how to stop worrying; how to let go of the burdensome thoughts that weigh us down.

There’s nothing wrong with planning for the future; in fact that is a good attitude to have….but worrying about the future can become a problem.

As for me, I’ll have Just Today please, and a coffee to go with it,

Kenneth

via Just Today Please…REALLY??? « The Culture Monk.

365 days through the lens, is my journey through deep sorrow to happiness|Welcome to a new friend: kelzbelzphotography

kelzbelzphotography

This blog 365 days through the lens, is my journey through deep sorrow to happiness. My way of coping with the world is through my photography. My passion to see the world through a new way everyday. Hope you enjoy all my photos :)

via Day 63 – Blank screen. | kelzbelzphotography.

Day 66 – Breaking your kids hearts.

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How do you deal with making hard decisions for your kids, where you know it’s right in the long term. But in the here and now it’s going to shatter there little hearts into a million pieces. Where you want and dream for something so badly, but no it’s not going to happen???

[Terry:  From the perspective of a couple of decades, I’m not at all sure parents are all that pivotal in what a kid becomes. Sure, if you beat them daily or drink and ignore them, they come out twisted. But if you love them, they pretty well turn out the way they were always meant to be. In the end: Don’t worry so much. Just enjoy them before they disappear.]

Day 69 – Feeling of dread.

Have you ever sat there and out of the blue felt like something bad is going to happen. Your gut and chest physically hurts. And your heart is suddenly fill of overwhelming dread?

At 1:50pm today this feeling over whelmed me. Scared me even. So much so I contacted people close to me to make sure they were ok.

The feelings getting stronger. It feels surreal. So sending positive vibes to the world.

Kelz @ kelzbelzphotography xx

[Terry: I have that feeling all the damn time. In my case, it’s just depression. I have to sit down, think about what’s really going on rather than what I’m afraid of, and then I have two options. If it’s real–go solve it. If it’s just in my head–that’s what God made anti-anxiety pills for.]

Comeuppance | Retcon Poet

Comeuppance

Nicholas Gagnier

The watch towers fall-

one less eye in the sky is
one more blind spot when natural
disasters are assigned-

we’ve lost
the appetite for
drones flying over
our homes being killed off in
mid-flight.

I awoke this
morning to a burning
husk on my lawn- metaphorical
metals as black as
my mother’s old
kettle.

All the life
around it absconded, fled a
post-traumatic
consciousness.

I looked back at the clouds but they
wished
to remain
anonymous
in volatile
affairs.

I know it won’t be the last time a
military weapon lands
in someone’s garden, but hope at
least
that now

God and I are square.

via Comeuppance | Retcon Poet.

 

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Weekly Flash Fiction |Welcome to a new friend: Jordan Brunelle

 

I’m Jordan Brunelle, a fiction writer from Nashville, TN. And this is my blog.

The goal of Fiction Flashes is to produce one short story every week. The focus is upon stories containing elements of fantasy, science fiction, dark fiction, or satire. 

The word count: 500-1,000 words.

A majority of these stories will be written by me — however, we’ll feature guest posts regularly. Stories written by friends and strangers and strangers who could someday become friends and even enemies (they write stories too!) So if you’re interested in submitting a story, whether you’re a friend or a stranger, please email me with the story attached: jrichardbrunelle@gmail.com.

Thanks for stopping by.

via About | Weekly Flash Fiction.

Memory Meat

Sweet & Sour Meatloaf By mhaithaca

Sweet & Sour Meatloaf
By mhaithaca

by Jordan Brunelle (989 words)

I yelled at them to stop, but they wouldn’t. They didn’t.

And Mom wonders why I won’t eat. She wonders why I sit at the kitchen table, next to my older brother, and I just stare at the meatloaf on the plate in front of me—that assortment of unrecognizable meats and meat-like things, topped with a red-black sauce, mixed together in a chaotic mess of edible mush. She asks why I won’t, just please, for her, eat it. It’s my favorite, she reminds me. Be a good son.

They’re so much stronger than I am, my brother Billy and his friends, and they had little trouble lifting me off the ground and carrying me over their shoulders like a potato sack. Billy’s in 8th grade, three grades ahead of me, and so are Johnny Frankfort and Allen Hicks, his best friends.

“Please, please, please,” I squealed, when I realized where they were taking me. “Please, just put me down.” I knew, when they started towards the woods to the left of the old farmhouse my family lives in, that my life would be changing soon. The patch of woods is thick with brush, difficult to pass through, and it only leads to one place. The Pond.

But that was last week. Now, we’re in the kitchen. My father is sitting in his place at the head of the table. He eats the meatloaf my mother made, in huge, heaping forkfuls, without looking up, and my brother does the same. He’s always taking after my father, his mannerisms, the way he mumbles his words and draws out his vowels and refuses to smile for pictures. I suppose it’s because they spend so much time together, getting up at 4 am every morning to milk the cows.

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Man’s Worst Friend

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by Jordan Brunelle (940 words)

I remember when Wuff first appeared in my living room. I’d just finished breaking up with my girlfriend of six years and was far from desiring any confrontation with a stranger. Especially a stranger like Wuff.

I walked in to find him sitting on my couch in the nude. It was dark, but by the glow of the television I could see that he had the remote tucked tightly between his thighs, one leg crossed over the other. The next thing I noticed was the incredibly unnatural (or completely natural, depending on how you look at things) amount of black, wiry hair that blanketed his entire body.

“Who are—”

“Wuff,” he said.

“What is your—”

“I said I’m Wuff.”

I walked closer, growing more agitated with my intruder, and said, “Okay, Wuff. What are you doing in my house? How’d you even get in here?”

Wuff rolled his eyes and shrugged sarcastically. “Oh, I don’t know, Jake. Maybe you invited me in.” He sighed heavily and pulled the remote out from his crotch before changing the channel.

“You’re getting hair on my couch,” I told him.

Wuff jumped to his feet.

“Don’t have me if you don’t like me for who I am, Jake. You’re the one who let me in, for God’s sake.”

And at that, I suddenly knew. I questioned how it had taken so long for me to realize who this black-haired, bearded, naked man was. He wasn’t a stranger at all. They warned me when I got him, that a mix of domestic dog and wolf can make for an unpredictable pet. A pet with sudden shifts in personality and character. A pet that lashes out at their owners sporadically and without warning. It’s like in the blink of an eye, they transform out of one thing and into something entirely different.

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Welcome to a new friend: Jordan Wells | The Voice Of The Prophetic Report

The Voice Of The Prophetic Report

Evangalist Jordan Wells  has been preaching the gospel since he was nineteen, and is a student and expert in the study of bible prophecy, and the endtimes. Evangalist Jordan Wells is currently  attending Crossroads Bible College were he has received a degree in leadership and Ministry, and graduating with his Bachleors Degree in Biblical Counseling. Once he is done with his studies there next year he will be enrolling to there graduate program that next semester. He has served as Associate Minister/Teacher/ Youth Leader at End Time Trumpet Ministries, among other churches. Evangalist Jordan Wells is a young man of God that has a deep love for the lost.  Jordan Wells was called to preach the prophetic word of God at the age of seventeen after experiencing death, from a drug overdose, and since then his life has been dedicated to the study of bible prophecy, and the endtime. He has spent thousand of hours in Biblical Prophecy research, and enjoys helping others in the understanding of the times in which we live. He is currently married to his young wife Latisha, and Co-Founder of the The Voice of the Prophetic Report Ministries. He calls his self the Co-founder, because Jesus Christ is the Founder. Evangalist Jordan Wells  keeps The Voice Of The Prophetic Report homepage updated with the latest EndTime News and Updates daily. The Partners of The Voice Of The Prophetic Report  are beloved for there support of the ministry. And even those that do not have the funds, but are fateful followers of the ministry. We say thank you for believing in what God is doing threw us, lets spread this Endtime message together, because the End Time is Now.

via About Jordan Wells | The Voice Of The Prophetic Report.

The Voice Of The Prophetic Report is a ministry dedicated to reaching a lost world with the message of Jesus Christ, threw the teaching of bible prophecy. The Voice Of The Prophetic Report is a weekly radio show, that has been commissioned by the lord to preach, and teach bible prophecy, and to be a watchman on the wall, to all those with a ear to hear. The Voice Of The Prophetic Report, also donates to several charities all around the world. Tune in each week, for the latest in News, and prophetic teachings concerning the End Of The Age, and bible prophecy. The bible says, that those with knowledge of the times shall instruct many. Lets reach this world with the spreading of bible prophecy together, thanks for joining The Voice Of The Prophetic Report. We have also added our weekly news section, were we will be publishing articles concerning the fullfillment of bible prophecy in our daily news.  You can visit us directly at http://www.jordanwellsministries.com

When the lord called me to be a preacher of bible prophecy, and I started my research and study of the history of bible prophecy. One prophecy in the bible that the early church could not wrap there heads around was the prophecy of the mark of the beast found in revelation 13:15

15 The second beast was given power to give breath to the image of the first beast, so that the image could speak and cause all who refused to worship the image to be killed. 16 It also forced all people, great and small, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hands or on their foreheads, 17 so that they could not buy or sell unless they had the mark,which is the name of the beast or the number of its name.

18 This calls for wisdom. Let the person who has insight calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man.[e] That number is 666.

Which states that there would be a system set up by the Anti-Christ that would be cashless, and would be able to not only track were you were, but would also be able to number you, and that only with that number would you be able to buy or sell. Can you imagine hearing this prophecy two thousand years ago, before technology was even a word. They still used tangible money, and did not understand how a person could be number, and that number be the source of buying or selling. So for two thousand years, the church just walked by faith, and preached that this would occur just as the bible had predicted. Prophecy virtually dead for over a thousand years, but all of a sudden the bones in Ezekiel started developing meat after the event known as the Holocaust, and Israel pops back on the world scene after two thousand years of being without a home just as the bible predicted, and after years of persecution under the horrific reign of Hitler. So all those that predicted that Jesus would come back before Israel become a nation, did not understand bible prophecy. Because bible prophecy revolves around this one tiny nation, the seventieth week of Daniel, actually starts when Israel makes a peace agreement with the Palestinians, which is in the process of happening as we speak. So fast forward to the year 2013, we not only have the technology to make this prophecy a reality. We are actually seeing the technology that will be used for the mark of the beast, in our news daily. As of September 8, 2013, Iowa joins Mississippi, Florida and Idaho as participant states in the Records and Information from DMV’s for E-Verify (RIDE) program.The RIDE program allows the federal government’s E-Verify system to verify information from employees who submit a state driver’s license or state identification document in the course of the I-9 Employment Verification Process. Touted as a mechanism to fight identity fraud, RIDE seeks to boost the accuracy of the E-verify employment eligibility verification process. While RIDE does not incorporate photos from the individual state database, it does provide all information provided in connection with the issuance of the driver’s license and state identification document.A state-issued driver’s license or state identification document are two of the items from a list of choices that an employee can present to an employer as a “List B” document (to verify identity) in connection with Form I-9 verification. In 2011, E-Verify expanded its information sources to include driver’s licenses.RIDE allows employers to verify the information associated with a state issued driver’s license or identification card. This can help prevent unauthorized persons from using a fraudulently obtained document to obtain a job.

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Tankards-ws-300x225The gospel of God wants us to have riches, has become the gospel of a majority of the mega churches across the west. Thousands flock to hear the famous minister tell them of how the kingdom should be rich, and that God himself was rich. We are now seeing these men and when take there, circus acts to national television. Our latest circus act comes from  Nashville were a new reality show is set to launch this fall featuring a Gospel musician and his blended family, who claim that they were called by God to be rich. Ben Tankard is a best-selling jazz musician, who has won 12 Stellar awards for his instrumental Gospel albums, and has received multiple Dove and Grammy nominations. The Nashville-based musician is now poised to have his own reality show called Thicker Than Water, which will give viewers a glimpse into his lavish lifestyle.The network has also released a trailer that gives viewers a sneak peak into the life and belief system of the Tankard family. We will take a look at this video at the end of this article. This is not the only abomination that has been placed on TV, there is also a new show called Preachers Of LA, were a group of ministers make a mockery of the Gospel of Jesus Christ,  preaching the same gospel, which is that Jesus called us to be rich, and that when you accept Christ you can also enjoy heaven on earth now.

“We live life on the good side,” Ben Tankard states. “We live in a three-level mansion [with] seven vehicles to drive, plus I love my airplanes.”

His wife Jewel also explains that the family enjoys living large, and that she believes it is all a part of the will of God.

“[W]e will do everything big–his and her Mercedes, airplanes, houses,” she notes. “We’re just doing what God called us to do.

Jewel tells the audience that she came to believe that God wants Christians to be rich after observing a well-to-do pastor and his wife who adhere to the “prosperity gospel.”

“The first time that I realized God wanted us to be rich I was a senior in college, and I saw this phenomenal man and woman standing up preaching the word, and honey, there was nothing broke about them,” she states. “And I said, ‘O Lord, this is the Jesus I know.’” This entire family believes the same thing his son wants to surpass his fathers wealth, and wants to become a billionaire. These are just a few quotes from the article, when I started to read this article it brought tears to my eyes. Because this is not the gospel of Jesus Christ, this is a apostate Christianity, that the bible predicted would be the Christianity of the End Time 2 Thessalonians 2

Concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our being gathered to him, we ask you, brothers and sisters, 2 not to become easily unsettled or alarmed by the teaching allegedly from us—whether by a prophecy or by word of mouth or by letter—asserting that the day of the Lord has already come.3 Don’t let anyone deceive you in any way, for that day will not come until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness[a] is revealed, the man doomed to destruction. 4 He will oppose and will exalt himself over everything that is called God or is worshiped, so that he sets himself up in God’s temple, proclaiming himself to be God.

In this chapter we see the Apostle Paul predicting that there would be a great falling away of the church, we also see in revelation 17, a false Christianity that will be lead by the False Prophet, that will work hand in hand with the Anti-Christ, and his one world government. These kind of so called Christians have no idea whats going on in there world, and are so far away from the will of God, that they would not know Jesus if he hit them in the face. Jesus Christ himself lived the life of a servant, and preached against that kind of lifestyle, because this was not the way of the kingdom.  Jesus at times did not even have a place to stay, and would room with sinners. Jesus taught servant hood, and humility, he is the one who introduced the fact that it was hardier for a rich person to go to heaven, that for a camel to go threw the eye of a needle (Mathew 19:24) The apostles before the holy spirit came had this same twisted thinking, when we see the apostle arguing for the greatest position in the coming kingdom, lets take a look.

Mathew 18:1-4

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[Terry: Um…What’s going on today? I’m really confused. }

Kimmalee Jones #ROCKS |CUP – Poetry on a Roll

The Battle Is Not Mine

When I am troubled
and misery wants to be my friend.
All I have to do is open
myself up like a can of worms
and release everything
in prayer to The Lord.

Copyright © 2013 Kimalee Jones

via The Battle Is Not Mine | Poetry on a Roll.

Thunder -Love Walked In | Catching up with old friend Steve Fox

Thunder -Love Walked In

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So tired of waiting, I walked an empty land
I was looking for something to help me understand
But bad luck kept turning my dreams into sand

I didn’t want pity, I had my share of friends
I wanted somebody more special than the rest
I was aching inside like I was approaching the end

Just about that moment the timing was so right
You appeared like a vision sent down to my life
I thought, I was dreaming when I saw you that night

That’s when love walked in through my door
That familiar feeling I had once before
Love walked in through my door and it felt so strange, ooh

It’s hard to remember being on my own
Ooh, that kind of loving makes a hard man lose control
But I sleep so much better, now I’m not alone

So promise me, baby, you’re always gonna stay
I don’t think I could take it, seeing you walk away
You don’t need to doubt it, I remember that day

That’s when love walked in through my door
I found just what I wanted but I got so much more
Love walked in through my door and it felt so strange

Like a long lost friend that hadn’t changed
Giving me hope again
Love walked in, love walked in, love

Ooh, just about that moment the timing was so right
You appeared like a vision sent down to my life
I thought, I was dreaming when I saw you that night

That’s when love walked in through my door
That familiar feeling I had once before
Love walked in through my door

Oh, love walked in through my door and it felt so strange
That familiar feeling I had once before
Love walked in through my door and it felt so strange

Like a long lost friend that hadn’t changed
Giving me hope again, ooh
Love walked in, ooh, love walked in, love
Love walked in, love walked in, oh

via Thunder -Love Walked In | SFoxWriting’s Blog.

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Welcome to a new friend: carmen | Sharing and expressing… through words.

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 Writing is my outlet and Photography (we’re molding each other)

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Hi, I’m Carmen. Welcome to my blog of poetry and thoughts :) I hope you enjoy your visit and will pop in again :)

I write as a form of release… sometimes I’ll share something I have written recently, unedited- if I have the courage to do so :)

Oftentimes, I’m sharing what I’ve been writing over the years- if you look carefully you’ll see that I have grown somewhat as I write. I usually write in a passive voice and sometimes you’ll see where I get upset at myself for being so dormant! I love the fact that my heart is changing because I’ve found a Love that never fails- my God is always there for me even when everyone else has lost patience with me- He sticks around and helps me grow even if ever so slowly.

Wisdom-courage-strength-healing-brokenness- peace-yearning-hurt-love all depicted in what I write. These are not unique to me but I’m sharing my experiences and I hope I may inspire you to write and heal as I am doing.

Take care and blessings to you!

Of Ghosts Past

This moment

this life

is what matters

you define it

by being you

learn who you are

and you’ll be fine

let the past

rest in peace;

look to tomorrow.

Silent Rain

As the rain kisses the Earth

outside

we hear the ground thanking the

raindrops

we share our own intimate kisses

indoors

and thank each other silently.

Why “straight out mean comments and accusations.”?| Catching up with old friends: Defusing Chaos

Evangelical door-hoppers

I understand passion especially when it comes to Religion because I have such strong feelings towards mine.

But I do not understand why God-fearing people would approach potential brothers and sisters with straight out mean comments and accusations.

The Shopping centre

One afternoon whilst walking into the doors of our local shopping centre I was approached by a man with a Jesus flyer and the first things out of his mouth were:

“You are going to hell.”

So I stopped and looked at my 5 and 6 year old children which also heard what the man said.

I replied, “Don’t say that to me especially in front of my kids, who do you think you are?”

He continued;

“If you haven’t accepted Jesus then you will be going to hell.”

I thought for a moment that I could start a conversation with this man but I had no time.

So I replied, “Do you know that you are not going to Jannah.”

He looked at me and said, “What is Jannah?”

So I walked off and said, “Look it up.”

Why would someone have so much enthusiasm to go out and preach but know nothing about other religions is beyond me. Continue reading →

Daily Inspirational Quotes, Sayings , Words And Many More Read It Feel It Share It| Welcome to a new friend: Shehriyar.Khan

Pictures Garden

Think different , look different, and present something that is creative is in my hobby.

In this blog, i share many kind of pictures that’s why i named it as PICTURES GARDEN

In this you will find many kind of picture like Inspirational Quotes and sayings pictures, creative pictures , artistic pictures ,
wise sayings pictures, many types of wallpapers , beauty pictures, Facebook cover pictures , abstract pictures , beautiful faces pictures , natural scenes and many more etc.

via About Me | Pictures Garden.

Pictures Collection (on Flickr)

[Terry: Check the Pictures on Flickr out. They’re incredible]

Beauty With Quotes

“If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them, and half as much money.

Beauty With Quotes

“Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.”

facts

 

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What would life be without–Slingshot and Cowgirl Celeste?

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When evening time came, the group bunker-ed down by a gentle following stream. Celeste was tired.  The hours of riding were taking its toll on her body.  She slowly got off her horse, aching with each movement that was made.  ”Jesus, God…y’all, I do believe this is going to be our last ride.  My age is kicking my ass!”  Celeste spoke to no one but her friends. “Let me take care of you two, and then, I plan to take a dip in that creek to relieve the pain in my body.”  Moving slowly she took off the saddle, and let the stallion roam to eat.  Wolf watched Celeste move slowly.  He knew something was changing inside her. He whimpered a little catching her attention.  ”I know my darlin’, I am aging, there is nothing I can do about it,” she lightly said.  Wolf stepped forward and rubbed his body against her strong legs, while Celeste ruffled his coat.

“I don’t know about you Wolf, but I have to get cleaned up.  I feel the dirt, and yuck all over me.”  With that said, Celeste didn’t wait.  She got out of her dirty buckskin outfit, and took it to the stream, washing the dirt away.  Then hung it on a pine tree to dry for the evening.  Standing in her birthday suit, she headed back to the stream to soak.  The stream’s water was cool and refreshing.  Slowly she lowered her body into the water, allowing the strain of riding all day, ebb away the pain. When finished, she didn’t dry off, she walked around her camp site till she dried.  Getting into her backpack she pulled out a light yellow cotton sundress.  The same dress she dressed in, when Valis thought she was a wooden fairy. She didn’t think of the time, but quickly put it on, adding her moccasins.  She grabbed her bow and arrow, ready to hunt.  Wolf got excited. “Let’s do it dude, you ready?”  Wolf leaped in the air with glee, then circled around Celeste until she was ready.  ”Let me put a hobble on Quad, then we will go my son.  I have a hunger for fish tonight.  How about you?”  Wolf licked his lips, then started to dance around with excitement.  Celeste smiled.

Wolf took off into the woods, not waiting any longer for Celeste.  When she was done hobbling the stallion, she took off at a run into the forest, the same direction wolf took off in.  She followed the stream for a little while, until she came to a spot in the stream that had a deep pool.  She knew the trout loved to pool into the larger part of the stream.  She sat and waited upon a boulder, right above the large pool.

It didn’t take her too long to see the rainbow trout surface.  She cocked her arrow into her bow. When she was ready to release the arrow, she was knocked off the boulder suddenly by wolf, sending her into the pool with a loud splash.  ”Damn it, WOLF…What the hey dude!” Celeste yelled out.  She could see the smile the damn wolf displayed.  She couldn’t get mad at him, it was her own folly not hearing him approach her. Since she was already wet and still held her bow, she went under water to try and retrieve some of her arrows.

Like a little fish, Celeste got all her arrows, and threw her bow with the arrows upon the bank of the stream.  She took one arrow and dived under water again.  When she came up for air, she produced a nice size trout, speared by her arrow.  Wolf sat on the boulder he knocked her off, while eating a squirrel for dinner. She smiled at wolf, and got out of the pool, then headed back to her camp site to cook her dinner, wolf followed.

Celeste had only brought a few change of clothing.  She wiggled into a pair of shorts an a T-shirt. Then built a small fire to cook the fish, while making a batch of herbal tea.  The evening with her friends was the best feeling she has had in a long time, since her return from Haiti. When dinner was completed, she took out her bed roll, laid down with Wolf laying next to her, and quickly fell asleep.

via “Let’s do it dude, you ready?” | Slingshot…Fiction, Adult, Romance story.

Aint that amazing! | Welcome to a new friend: Mizzpiggikinz

About Chelsey

I love writing, reading, and typing. I would love to be a journalist someday. I hope my poems, daily Bible reading stories and writings have an impact on your life. I hope they mean something to you and I hope you understand that I want people to read these stories and apply them to your life. God changed my life into something brand new. So I hope as you read my stories that you can see just how much God has made an impact on my life. I love my LORD. So I hope that you love Him too. :) Thank You. ♥

via Missionaries : | Mizzpiggikinz.

LOVE ♥

Love_
Love is the greatest feeling.
Love is like a play.
Love is what I feel for you, each and everyday.
Love is like a smile.
Love is like a song.
Love is a great emotion, that keeps us going strong.
I love you with my heart, my soul, and strength.
I might be shy, but I cant help but think, this is who we were meant to be.
Me and You for eternity!

Missionaries 🙂

MISSIONARIES

I’m 16 and this wholes year I’ve had a burden for missionaries. At first I never really thought about actually being a Missionary. But I went to a youth conference with my youth group, and that week they were talking about a Missionaries. There was a Missionary there named, Bobby Bonner. And he used to be a national Baseball player. He is in Baseball history for the most innings in a game. It was a record! At his time, he was the most known baseball player. His wife was close to God, and then God just got a hold of Bobby Bonner’s life. And he gave up everything he had with baseball, and gave everything he had to God. He became a missionary to Africa. And his stories are AMAZING! He told this one story at the youth conference about when he was in Africa. He said that he went to this village and gave the Gospel out, beginning with “In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth.” Because that village didn’t even know the name of Jesus, they’ve never heard of Jesus before. So Bro.Bonner explained to them about God and how God created all the earth and the things in the earth and he talked about Jesus and how He died on the cross to save them. And that whole village got saved. Then as they began to sing and dance and sing some more. Another village came over wanting to know why they were singing and dancing. And they were singing and dancing cause they now knew Jesus they knew who he was and that they got saved! Then that group of people from that other village wanted to know who Jesus was. And then that whole village got saved! Then another village came and then another!! It was so amazing, to see God’s blessing s upon Bro. Bonner. He got to lead at least 4-5 villages to the LORD! :) How great is that!!!

(BIG SNIP–CLICK HERE for All of the Story)

But anyways, as I was telling my mom about it all, she told me this, “Thats funny you say that, cause since you were about 13 I have felt God telling me that He wants you to be a missionary.” Aint that amazing! How God was telling me about missions and He was telling my mom about it too. She said that it’s gonna be hard cause she doesn’t want me to go. Cause im her daughter. She doesn’t want me to leave. But then again, she knows it’s God’s calling for me. I told her that she doesn’t have to worry, I’ll be safe. And I wont be leaving anytime soon. :) I’m so happy.
Thank you, dear LORD. You’ve showed me something so amazing. I love you, LORD! :)

“The sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air”… |Catching up with JamieB2013

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“It is as it is”

[Terry: This may be my first experience of ‘dystopic romantic” poetry.]

“The sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air”…

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Look inside your memory…
None of this is real…
All you think you know…
See or touch and feel…
Everything’s a mirage…
To deflect what’s going on…
Life is one big film set…
You’re a lyric in its song…

All that is around you…
Is just one big illusion…
“They” rely on compliance…
And thrive on your confusion…
Step back; you can see it…
And try to break through…
Escape from all your chains…
You’ll witness life anew…

It’s not what you thought…
Or how you once believed…
All that has been taught…
Is how “They” have deceived…
We work for the rich men…
Who laugh at the poor…
If you think there is equality…
You need to reveal more…

And understand what’s going on…
Outside your buried head…
Because people are so wicked…
And won’t care when you’re dead…
Start to ask some questions…
Don’t stop; just keep on probing…
Once you’ve got your foot in….
The door of truth keeps opening…

Allowing you to dig a little deeper…
Scratch the surface of your life…
It’s a place filled with misery…
Tears and death and strife…
A place where all innocence…
Is cruelly ripped away…
A place where no one notices…
The beauty of a dawning day…

A place where liberty in death…
Is the only one true freedom…
One thing we can all agree…
This is no Garden of Eden…
It’s time to stop the dreaming…
See things for what they are…
They call this “Hell on Earth”
That’s more truth than lie by far…

~

via “The sunshine fills my hair and dreams hang in the air”… | JamieB2013.

I close my eyes and all I see is… | Catching up with Dating Again at 50 ~ An evolving experience

I close my eyes and all I see is…

darkness.

Sometimes our hope takes a beating.  Sometimes what we believe in most is what we believed against all odds was possible.  Sometimes we find out it wasn’t possible.  Sometimes all we are left with is the knowledge that no amount of hard work,  attention, wishes, and dreams would change the outcome.  Sometimes life is just so close to unbearable that unthinkable alternatives become thinkable.  Sometimes the sadness and weight of circumstances takes a toll.  Sometimes we just have to chin up and carry on.  Sometimes we have to close our eyes and accept the darkness and remember there will be better days.

Thank you to my friends who have stood by me and understood my darkness.  Thank you to my friends who brought light into dark days.  Thank you to my friends that loved me when I was unlovable.  Thank you to my friends who stopped their lives long enough to listen even when I had no words.  I still have a long road ahead, but I know without a doubt because of you all, we got this.

via I close my eyes and all I see is… | Dating Again at 50 ~ An evolving experience.

[Terry: hang in there. Life’s pain is like the old story about the guy who went to the doctor.

Doctor says,  “the bad news is you have and arrow in your stomach. The good news is that it’s turning.”

“Why is that good news??”

“Because the edges are wearing down and in a while it won’t hurt so much.”]

Joy (Are You a #Stripper or a #Customer?) |Welcome to a new friend: Joseph Kiser

by the pound

How do you say that you serve Jesus and not alienate everyone around you?

Are you broken? …or pretending not to be?

via About | Joseph Kiser.

Joy (Are You a Stripper or a Customer?)

We cannot understand love if we do not face the depth of evil in and around us.

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of GOD.”

The standard way to translate this is: “You’re a dirty sinner and you’re gonna go to hell! Stop drinkin’ the whiskey so you can be saved!”  Which, of course, is stupid on a level that will make blood shoot out of your eyes.

But what does it mean then?

This passage holds the key to everything.  It is a many faceted gem that you can peer into from different angles and see different attributes.  First, the low-hanging fruit: yes, we are all dirty sinners.  But, if I stop (or even linger) there, I miss everything that is wonderful about this passage.  All of its beauty and love is drained into the equivalent of a blood pit at the slaughter house.

But what does it mean?!?!?

It means: We are all equal.

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Charred and Scarred

I started this blog as a way to organize my mind to write the book that was hiding in there.

I went quiet for a couple months as I gathered my material and finished writing the book.

The editing has been grueling, humbling and even embarrassing.  I’m now in the proofing phase.

cas.S

The dark creature that lives inside us crawls out in the middle of the night. The dark creature that lives beside us joins in the fray. Together they destroy everything. It’s not an accident and it isn’t funny. What’s left is a puddle on the floor and splattered on the walls. The memories won’t go away and they don’t grow dim. This is our life. This is the struggle that we will always face. There is only one escape.

We all feel like we’re alone in the secrets we carry and we fight daily to build a life around the darkness in our lives. Pretending won’t make the bad things go away.

This is a story about building a life in spite of the pain – not a fairytale that denies it.

Welcome to Edward W. Raby Sr. A very interesting sort of Pastor.

[Terry: You know, I just picked the Intro, the latest post and whatever was interesting. How did I know I would end up portraying this man as such a … as so interested in the wonders of the human body?  Ed’s a very interesting guy and, despite the fact that he’s a Libertarian, well worth reading. And I’m writing this DESPITE the fact that I just had to get 14 Rabies shots and the whole thing is shot through with “Rabid/Rabyd” puns.He must be good.]

All Things Rabyd

A blog dedicated to the thoughts, opinions, ideas and random madness of Edward W. Raby, Sr. – Pastor, Theologian, Philosopher, Writer, Bodybuilder and Football Fan. “Yes, the dog is foaming at the mouth. Don’t worry, He just had pint of beer and is trying to scare you.” This is a Theology Pub so drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home as theology can be as intoxicating as alcohol.

About Me | All Things Rabyd.

Ed Raby

Current Occupation:

Pastor of Hersey Congregational Church in Hersey. Michigan since September of 2008.  I dabble at being a writer and have one published letter in a magazine to my credit.  I am the Vice President of the School Board for the  Reed City Area Public Schools.

Education:

Graduate of Reed City High School – Class of 1987

Graduate of Trinity Bible College (Ellendale, ND) – Class of 1993.  Bachelor of Arts in Biblical Studies / Ministry (double major). Magna Cum Laude.

Graduate of Asbury Theological Semiinary (Wilmore, KY) – Class of 1996.  Master of Arts in Theological Studies.

Ministry History:

I was an Assemblies of God Minister from 1999 till 2007 (2 years licenced, five years ordained).  I pastored two churches Church of the Rock (Greenville, Michigan) and World Harvest Assembly of God (Perry, Michigan)  Before pastoring I was an Associate Pastor of Christian Education at Harvest Assembly of God (Reed City, Michigan).

Ideology:

Christian Conservative Libertarian

The real problem with the old testament history in regards to harlotry is that it is not mentioned that much but it is generally assumed at certain times when dealing with temple prostitution in regards to fertility cults and pagan worship.  The real issue is that the Biblical history does not deal at all with the ‘working girl’ who is engaged in prostitution simply to make money.  It would be assumed that adultery rules would kick in but it is interesting that the fornication issue which would lead to a woman becoming the wife of someone who has sex with her is not always applied.

Further complicating this issue is simply the fact that virginity in women is mention valued and expected but literally nothing is said about virginity in men.  One girl bemoans her virginity in Judges which complicates the issue of whether virginity is valued but only if a woman is about to be married, but if marriage is no longer possible for other reasons virginity seems to be a burden rather than a blessing.

The issue is that there a sense of girls watching their virginity closely but men not so much.  There really seems to be in the law and the history of the Old Testament no moral standard for fidelity for men.  The opposite is true for women who are valued far more if they are virgins on their wedding day than not.  If not the consequences in this culture could be quite severe for women, but for guys – ‘hey, you didn’t get caught’ is all that seems to be implied.

There really is no advice on how to handle this subject until we get to the wisdom of Solomon.

Next: The Strange Woman and Solomon

You know the greatest first obstacle in talking about naked meditation is not the naked part – it is the meditation part.  You wouldn’t believe the number of Christians that believe that meditation is still a purely an eastern religious practice.  Meditation is actually one of those things that seems to span all religious movements regardless of what is believed.  All meditation practice basically centers on one idea — you must quiet and empty your mind, heart and spirit and just be.  Meditation is about focus of the person to set everything aside and dwell on…well that greatly depends on the religious belief at that point.  Most practitioners of Christian meditation would say that the purpose is to empty the mind in order to fill it either by revelation from God either by listening to what He might have to say or by meditation on a Bible verse or passage to better understand its spiritual meaning.  Some believe that meditation can be used to see visions from God and help understand dreams.

In my opinion there are two basic types of meditation – formal and informal.

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It’s been WAY too long since we Caught up withTheReporterandTheGirlMINUSTheSuperman!

And the heart grows….Stronger

 

Love.

Defined as a sensation by many
Instilled as expectations long ago
Internal? Otherwise fatherly/motherly
Arriving on a whim when the right person appears
Expecting a feeling to erase all our unspoken fears
Emotionally, physically, magically, spontaneously degenerates
As easy as you fell in
Spontaneously, magically fall out
Hocus pocus when the pixie dust is gone
there appears all the wrongs
Slight of hand slight of heart
Tremendous hopes and expectations
Consequence of your heart’s misconception
Is that the love you have for me?
Shallow as your eyes can see?
My love deeper and lasting
Your goodness appreciating
My love is a choice (first)
Dealing for better or worst
Focus rooted in the good in you
Meaning
Investing in you part of me giving
In the emotional times when we are low
Indecision to stay or go
In at its lowest always grow
Looking for the good in you
Loving you as God intended
This is not a magical feeling
Or whimsical affection
It did not just happen
Created over time without ballooning expectation
How can I so easily say…still
Because my love is not a feeling nor a magic sensation
It is loves true definition
Of you to me

By NLJ

So these are honest words written by a man who is also learning about love’s true meaning. I was talking with the poet about the changes he experienced after the dissolution of his marriage. He doesn’t hate his ex, he wishes the best for her; forgives her and is living in a new chapter. And the reason he is able to turn the page, is because he is experiencing love’s true meaning.

Because when you have love, you can’t hate the people who wronged you. Even those who betrayed your deepest trust. I know this is true, because the opposite of love is not hate. It’s indifference. It’s when you can truly forgive that person, you can move on.

Though the circumstances are different, I wonder why I seem to have trouble with that last step of forgiving and moving on? Everyday, things are getting better and I try to stay positive and appreciate things more; little things no longer seem little -like someone smiling or saying “Good morning” to you. But I can’t help waving from blame to disappointment or anger over the way Jon exploited me.

And other times he doesn’t cross my mind, or I don’t feel anything when I think of him. I don’t want to date again despite everyone else telling me to…and even trying to hook me up (that’s a post for next week); but it’s hard forgiving someone who callously uses others for his own benefit.

But all in good time. Moving on is different for everyone, and the steps aren’t laid out like a map.

One year ago this month, I experienced something that I never felt. I was in love: meaning that for first time I gave love and saw someone in his purest form and I still loved him. And it takes courage and inner strength to give that to someone. Especially someone who may not deserve it.

Now I’m not with that person, not because I stopped loving him; but because I realize that he did not feel the same way or is unwilling to give back. Thus he would hurt me more if I stayed. My love has changed over the course of time, and it may not go away.

Maybe for men it’s different. And I would like to hear more from male readers. Even though the poet and I talked on legnth about this topic, I know men are wired differently and may not experience the same love in every relationship and moving on is different from them.

In fact, he remarked, “A man wants to marry a woman who loves him more than he loves her.”

Me: “What?!”

“Because a guy is anticipating messing up.” And as women, if we love…we’re loyal enough to overlook it or forgive.

What is your true definition of love?

via And the heart grows….Stronger | TheReporterandTheGirlMINUSTheSuperman!.

My Soulmate | Checking in with Amina Abu-El-Hawa

Life Through A Lens\

Amina Abu-El-Hawa Photography

 

My Soulmate

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via My Soulmate | Life Through A Lens.

Dangers of Dining – #mustread #poetry | Catching up with Poesy plus Polemics

Alfresco

Tall Hemlock in Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest

Tall Hemlock in Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest

hornets in my whiskey
caterpillars in my wine
drinking can be risky
underneath a hemlock pine

“Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.” Catching up with W.O.W

W.O.W. Words of Wisdom

Time keeps slipping

Time

We have all heard a warning or word of wisdom about our usage of time.  Songs have cautioned us about how quickly it sneaks by.  Books and seminars talk about time management.  Our society prides itself on being busy and squeezing so much into so little time.  We run from one meeting to another or one building to another.  We are always racing against time.  William Penn said, “Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.”  There is one thing that can never slip through the hands of time.  Only one thing (for the subject of this blog) can feel as though it slows time down.  This is not the case, but it feels like it.

Psalms 90:12 in the Bible says, “So teach us to number our days, That we may gain a heart of wisdom.”  There are so many moments in life that we need to slow down long enough to enjoy.  This verse seems to be telling me to slow down.  It is saying to understand the amount of time we have on this earth.  It tells of the only thing (in this moment) that is worthy of noticing…Purpose.

I recently read an article that had a hidden story of purpose within it.  The article was about a date seed that was over 2,000 years old.  It was found in an excavation site in 1963.  The seed was preserved in a receptacle used to trash date seeds after the date was eaten.  It had been sealed until it was opened in 1963.  They called the seed “Methuselah” because of the age.  They made sure the seed was viable and able to reproduce.  Finally, they decided to plant the 2,000 plus year old seed to see what would happen.  IT GREW!!!

What I received from this article is a greater understanding of purpose.  Even though the seed was ancient, it still had purpose within it.  It had been preserved and still held on to it’s purpose.  Though it was 2,000 years later, a different environment and different location, it still let what was inside of it out.  As I finished reading the article, I began to think about the people that are still trapped in a receptacle.  Thrown away by the world and never really able to get out of the funk they live in.  They still have purpose.  We all still have purpose.  There is still a place for us to be planted and cultivated.  We are sometimes too distracted with things to do instead of the people we can become.  This seed was just waiting to fulfill it’s purpose.  It had to wait 2,000 years to do it.  How long will we wait?  Benjamin Franklin quipped, “You may delay, but time will not.”  Time keeps on slipping into the future.

via Time keeps slipping | W.O.W. Words of Wisdom.

“Order! Order!” the proctor did shout, but once chaos entered the room, the world’s faith was in doubt. Kendall F. Person, thepublicblogger

Book III Free Will debuts July 22

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An idea hard to fathom, all the world of one faith. But with wars and rumors of wars consuming every nation, it was a chance they had to take. But whatever their belief, and however they acknowledged the truth, mankind has free will to choose its path, then live forever, where the road doth lead them.

Kendall F. Person’s The Religious Right Book III Free Will

debuts July 22nd @ 5:00p.m. PDT
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Book I Belief

Kendall F. Person’s The Religious Right Book I Belief

{‘His eye is on the sparrow’ performed by the late Whitney Houston}

christianscienceOn March 28, 1984, Seth Ian Glaser, of Culver City, California, died at the tender age of 17 months at the hands of his parents and before their God. The day before he died, both of Seth’s parents, members of the Christian Science Church, noted he seemed ill and very tired. Rather than seek qualified medical care, they sought treatment through an absent church practitioner, instructing them to pray, that God would remove the sickness from their child. While there were signs that baby Seth would recover, he soon relapsed with fever, coughing, rapid breathing and his little heart began to race. Holding firm onto their beliefs, that God would cure there son, neither thought too seriously about taking their baby to the hospital.

childThe following morning, baby Seth turned blue and begin vomitting up every ounce of food in his tiny, unwell stomach. Deciding to take action, they made an appointment to see a church healer, but en-route things went from bad to worse. Baby Seth began convulsing, which lasted a mind-numbing :90 seconds. His arms and legs became rigid, and to even the most optimistic, it had to be clear that their son was dying.

Upon arrival and attention by the healer, it was found necessary to contact a church practitioner who had supposedly, successfully resurrected the dead. Sometime between the performances of church personnel and the time the mortuary was called, baby Seth’s mother had stopped believing.

Kendall F. Person’s The Religious Right

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Book II Truth

What if the world had only one Religion.

Kendall F. Person’s The Religious Right Book II Truth

“I’ve become so numb, all I want is to become more like me and be less like you.” – Numb, Linkin Park

heavensgateIn April 1997, in an exclusive gated community in the suburbs of San Diego, California, 38 bodies were found dead in various stages of decomposition. All of the bodies represented members of Heaven’s Gate, a religious doomsday cult, combining New Age Faith, Christian doctrine and science fiction. They believed that planet Earth was about to be recycled and the only way to survive, was to escape.

But in order to achieve ‘The Next Level’ members had to release all human-like characteristics, including family, friends, individuality, jobs, money, possessions and even sexuality, explaining why many of the men found dead, had voluntarily been castrated. Their leader, Marshall Applewhite, prepared his congregants for departure, by convincing them, that a spaceship from comet Hale-Bopp would arrive shortly to board their souls, but only after they were dead.

applewoodSo with a fatal mix of cyanide and arsenic, blended with pineapple for taste and vodka for courage, members, accepting the mad teachings of Marshall Applewhite as truth, drank of their salvation cocktail, placed plastic bags over their heads, to assure death by asphyxiation, lied down peacefully upon their beds, and awaited entry into Heaven’s gate

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