Full Heart

Will humans today heed the warning? In these times of pain and mourning ?

Strange Days, and Stranger still;

.   Not understanding, but they will

.   They took no note, then came the Flood

.  They should have listened to their God

.  There was warning (plenty of)

.  They were busy faking love,

.  Buying, selling, busy still

.  Too wrapped up to do God’s Will.

.   Will humans today heed the warning,

.   In these times of pain and mourning?

.  Will they care when they see the dead,

.  Or by Satan will they be bled?

.  Wishing, crying reaching out

.  To the God they chose to doubt.

.  His Son will hear righteous decree,

.  The wicked screaming, ‘Woe is me!”

.  Jesus on his reaping ride,

.  the pure White Horse he sits astride,

.  neighs and snorts as good sword falls-

.  More horse and riders hear the call:

.  Here comes Red Horse, red as blood

.  The war machine now chews it’s cud!

.  Rider holding scales on Black,

.  People plead for food they lack.

.  As starvation sweeps the land

.  Death, on Pale Horse, heeds command

.  “Kill with pestilence and plague

. ” Because behind you comes the Grave!”

.   Death is swift-none will be saved

.  Whose works are vile and depraved.

.  They will run, try to hide,

.  But naught stem the global tide,

.   Except for those who have God’s name

.  And to their neighbors His Will proclaim!

.   Who turn away from hate and rage,

.   Believe Christ Ransom-turn the page.

.  They delve deep into Jah’s word,

.  Learn what apostles saw and heard,

.  They shout a public declaration

.  And proclaim their dedication!

.  They trust all their God has said,

.  With loyal love-with bowed head,

.  “Sovereign God of all creation,

.  We will be your holy nation.

.  We will obey our King, your Son!”

.  Now “The Real Life” has begun!

.                                 a poem of sorts and a song of praise and warning.






Gratitude, More and More!

I have been reminded of God’s Love for me. I commemorated the Memorial of Jesus Last meal with his apostles on Friday. At Sundown, with my fellow worshipers’ of Jehovah, we gathered at sunset and  did just as Jesus commanded his followers to do: passing first the unleavened bread, then the wine .

The ceremony, and the discourse were beautiful, and I have been reflecting long and hard on how much God loves us to offer his Son as a ransom for us, a path to forgiveness.

I am so grateful, I wanted to share my love with you. Because soon all suffering and pain, tears and sadness, illness and death will be gone forever. Then the real life can begin! I can’t wait to see you in paradise!

I want to grasp my resurrected Mom and Dad, and dance in a field of flowers!

Musings on a Tuesday

Hello dear Friends,

It has been such a struggle during this cold and gloomy weather to drag myself out of bed, to put my feet on the floor, to be motivated at all. I have in my mind always that I should be helping other people to come to know Jehovah, to help them see His great love for them. That I pray daily for these things is some comfort, but this huge burden of immobility just crushes me down and makes me feel unworthy, and lazy.,

Over and over I have been reminded that Satan uses this as a tactic, that discouragement can distance us and keep us stuck in the mire of self hate, the sediment of low self esteem and depression. Recently at my meeting for worship

we went over the fact that those feelings can be overcome by considering the ransom of Jesus Christ, and by earnest prayer for soundness of mind, which is promised to God’s faithful ones.

It is very easy for me to not take the steps I need to take, but then the way to death is a wide and spacious road the Bible tells us, while the road to life is a narrow and cramped one. I must struggle thru the weeds and brambles on this hard and narrow road, not fall prey to the worldly wolves and lies that are strewn about like stumbling blocks. Keeping my eyes fastened on the light I see before me at the head of the path I will throw off these burdens and keep climbing.

Physically I may be weighed down, and my mind and body are full of sin and imperfection, and my breaths come more shallow and labored than ever before. But just like the Bible says at 2 Corinthians 4:16-18,” Therefore, we do not give up, but even if the man outside is wasting away, certainly the man we are inside is being renewed from day to day.(17) For though the tribulation is momentary and light, it works out for us a glory that is of more and more surpassing greatness and is everlasting,(18) while we keep our eyes, not on the things seen, but on the things unseen. For the things seen are temporary, but the things unseen are everlasting.”

I hope no one else suffers from the disquieting thoughts that I do, recurring images of the life I once lived, that come unbidden to frighten and distract me. But these I know, and I want others’ to know, will one day vanish forever, and will NEVER AGAIN poison our lives. We will be free from all the flashbacks, all the debris, all the residual effects our current circumstances inflict on us. I believe this, I  know and have faith in this fact this because God has promised it to me, and to all who serve Him .

I want to read it now, so I will write it down here:

Revelation 21:3-5 With that I heard a loud voice from the throne say: “Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be his people. And God himself will be with them. (4) And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away”.(5)And the One seated on the throne said, “Look! I am making all things new”. Also he says, “Write, for these words are faithful and true.”

What incredibly beautiful words. What a certain promise.

I feel better already!

The Wind of Change…

Picture 343Picture 015I am so tired, and I don’t want to write. I just want the pain to go away. Fifteen minutes, or even ten. Let me please feel nothing. But nothingness is death, and it is wrong to want death.

Jehovah knows my pain, and He did not cause it. It is unthinkable that the God of Love would torment me. The people who say there is a place of fiery torment are ignorant of the true meaning of the words used in the Bible. The word translated to Hell just means the common grave of mankind. Not a place for Jehovah to torture people. That is a lie used by the Devil to keep people afraid of God, and to miss out on Jehovah’s love!

I hope someone out there in this amazing world realizes that the God they have feared and dreaded is, in reality, the total embodiment of Love. God is Love. He IS love.

It has never been His idea to torment humans in a punishing Hell. That was just a fantasy made up to keep the little people ignorant and afraid. After all, you had to give the Church all your gold to keep your family out of Hell. To pay for the clergies prayers!

What?!!! what kind of loving God would do that?

Not the One I worship. No, my God sent His perfect Son, Jesus, as the redeemer for mankind. To give his life in exchange for all. Oh, Jehovah, Thank You!

Thank You for Your beautiful light that helps me find my way through this maze each day. Your light that helps me endure the pain, and press on another day. To help someone, somewhere in this mad, mad world.

Jesus died for our sins, and the Memorial of his death is coming up on April 3rd, at sundown. Anywhere you are in the world, you can go to a Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses, and commemorate the Last Supper, just Like Jesus commanded his followers to do. You can find this command in your copy of the Bible at Luke 22:19 and 20. There is so much more I would like to tell you, but I have to try to rest now.

There is a way of Love.

Where Do We Go From Here?

Today, like every day, was exhausting….

It begins with me sneaking awake, trying to keep my groaning to a minimum when my feet hit the floor. See, this is my quiet time, when I care for all the animals, get the paper off the driveway while my coffee brews, look at the dawn sky and wish life could always be so peaceful.  I make it all sound so dull, and make myself sound SO unhappy. I’m not, not really.

Sure, I suffer, but don’t we all? Every single person on this earth has something they wish was different. But my troubles have taught me SO much, about life, love, about focusing my fading energy on  learning about God, His Son Jesus, and the Ransom he gave. It really opened my eyes to think about a perfect, beautiful, healthy man- the very SON OF GOD- allowing himself to be murdered like a criminal so that I can have my sins washed away. Me, a depraved, immoral, drug addicted criminal myself, can have a clean standing before Jehovah!

I have nothing to complain about. I will really try to remember this fact!