on the fly

I'm on the fly, I didn't die, yet...so, here I am and there you are. We are in this world together and whether or not we will it, we are here until it comes time. Time was, time is, but time will not always be because time's end is coming and eternity is drumming his fingers on the door of your heart so you'd better start to listen to the rapping and tapping 'cause our strength will be sapping away, and we'll need strength another way when we can't stay anymore...but, must fly or die! Don't cry for me but look to your own life, your own strife is enough for you to handle, look to the candle of God to light your way and stay on it 'til you arrive. So, one more day, who can say, but whether day or month or year I am here and it is clear I will be until the time comes to clear out...Hear the shout!

New Days

New days, changing days that are not necessarily better days on the face of human experience but may well be glorious days unfolding as we move toward the consumation of all times. Feelings are real but may not really reflect the reality around us. Depression may be more an expression of our lack of understanding of things from the perspective of kingdom things, or, worse rejection of those things like Peter. Do I trust You when I don't get it all, and even when I do? Thank you for this day because it is the day You have made, the day of our salvation, let's rejoice and be glad in it!

waiting

Waiting for an answer with a headache throbbing, trying to think clearly, yet the pain is robbing my sensibility toward comprehension, no it's not from tension. I think it's from the pollen that we've all been callin' for and spring has sprung and the hammer's swung against the anvil in my cranium. Even so I'm waitin' though the hurt is gratin' against my nerves of steel, still it's worth the waiting, the anticipating, not with hesistating I keep looking to see que sera, what will be?

tuesday

It's been a sunny, rainy day; hot and cool; clear and cloudy - an April day. The daffodils still have blossoms, hyacinth, too. There are forget-me-nots and magnolia trees abloom. The grass has gotten mowed in some places, the others don't need it yet. You can hear semi's roaring away; the song birds singings as well; the dogs barking; the children jabbering; the adults just talking about this and that. You miss people far away, meet people nearby, call and talk to people on your heart - pray for them all, reach out above on behalf of each one. Yesterday's gone - today is almost over - tomorrow's not here yet, oh, what a wonderful moment to be with You! Keep my heart focused on the path You are laying out for me to walk! Be sure it ends where You are! To know You is the very best thing in life - in fact, it is life abundant and everlasting! Thanks for making Yourself known to me!

days

The days' daze is a haze of crazy ways to make a maze of things people say easy on the face but spun until you reel with confusion, delusion reigns, darkness deigns that we stumble and bumble and fall away, all the way away from Kingdom come.

Belonging

"We belong to the day..." To the light, as those who can see, so as t not be caught unawares at Jesus' return. "...let us be self-controlled..." this isn't a striving as such, it is bearing God's fruit (Gal. 5:22-23). How? "...putting on faith and love as a breastplate..." more fruit, and armor - Faith (shield from the enemy's fiery darts of temptation) and love (heart's motivation to action, God's love shed abroad in our hearts because He first loved us) - these guard our heart: the source of all our words, actions, the seat of our beliefs. "...and the hope of salvation as a helmet." (I Thessalonians ch. 5 vs.8). a reasonable hope: as well as spirit known, reasonable because the God of Creation has a complete perspective of all that' s been, is, and will be, and has made a way for us. He makes our hope reasonable.

Jail time

"And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God: and the prisoners heard them." Acts 16:25
It was because Paul and Silas were in jail with the prisoners that the prisoners heard them. It was becaue Jesus was in their hearts and witness that they were in jail, and that, being in jail they still sang praises to God and talked with Him in prayer. At midnight, in the darkest hour, in prison, in a dark place, the Light was shining. Jesus came to shine God's light in this dark place through the lives of Paul and Silas. Who is hearing your song of praise today? Who is hearing your prayer to Jesus today?