The more I live on this earth, the more I have come to appreciate God’s love for us.
I can attest to the goodness of God. The times of trouble were hard, gut-wrenching at times, but victory was sweet. And the times I did lose the battle, I can look back and say God knew what He was doing for me, though at the time I did not. The trials were losses incurred towards winning the war.
America is positioned at the top of the roller coaster, and the national exposures are going to make our stomachs’ swirl. The ride is just beginning. Buckle up.
Though it may not seem like He loves us in the next phase of our nation, He does. He has heard the cry of many Americans, and is setting us free from the forces that wish us all to be cookie-cutter citizens. We each have an unique, individual calling on our lives, and we have to be free to do the will of the Father. The world was formed out of darkness, and God said, “let there be light.” (Genesis 1:1-4 NKJV)
Descriptions of your workspace or reading room – spatially and in detail
Odd facts to rewrite and organize later
Nonsense and notions
Step up a notch and include personality
Feelings – make it tangible, use metaphor
People that are honored – why?
Dark nights of the soul
Things that are hated – why?
Dreams and visions – for interpreting divine messages
Prayers – for others and yourself
Bible verses – that resonate with your spirit
All of life in the grand scheme of things is not really flotsam and jetsam. Journals can be historical documents for family members and posterity. They give an account of a culture during a period of time.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
In 2017, a 20 year dream was fulfilled. It started when I watched the movie The Horse Whisperer, partially set in Montana. I called it the Promised Land for 20 years. I wasn’t even sure it would ever happen. Don’t give up on the dreams that God has for you.
My cell camera does not do it justice. However, here are a couple of pictures I took on that trip I took by myself, not turning on the television once. Just me, God, and some very nice business people.
A poem I wrote about Montana
outspread cloud arms wrap the blue sky highway above my windshield Jesus’ smile beckons forward the longing mountain fulfilled
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whense or why.