Okay now for my real post of the day

“For behold, the day is coming, Burning like an oven, And all the proud, yes, all who do wickedly will be stubble,  And the day which is coming shall burn them up, Says the Lord of hosts,  That will leave them niether root nor branch.
But to you who fear My name, The Son of Righteousness shall arise with healing in His wings, And you shall go out And grow fat like stall-fed calves. 
You shall trample the wicked, for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet On the day that I do this, Says the Lord of Hosts.”

Malachi 4:1-3

I think this is an amazing passage of scripture.  ‘The Son of Righteousness will rise with healing in his wings….’ What a thought, what a picture!  For me, at least, is a picture of the Son of God, my savior, rising in the east as the sun, beautiful and terrible, healing the hearts of those who love him, at his coming.  What a day that will be! What joy we will experience!

The Bible says God made us in his image.  However I have never thought that he meant physically (I could be wrong) I have always thougth it means spiritually.  I believe he gave us a Spirit made in the image of His own.  One of the parts of God as a trilogy is the Holy Spirit.  So if we have a spirit that is designed after God’s, what would it feel like when your spirit recognizes it’s makers’ spirit, God’s spirit, face to face on that day? 

I know my heart leaps when I recognize the spirit of someone from my spiritual family.  The Bible says that John the Baptist leapt in his mothers womb when he recognized the messiah, Jesus, in Mary’s womb.  Can you imagine that moment?  Maybe that is why we will need heavenly bodies.  Maybe we won’t physically survive the encounter. (Just Kidding…but who knows)

When I think about my God I know he is amazing, but I don’t think I even begin to grasp it.  The Bible says that if we do not praise God the very rocks will cry out, it also says that the hills will melt like wax in the presence of the Lord.  When you think of it this way, how awesome is our God, the God of all ages?  And what will that day be like?

Think about it, the scripture above also says that those who are wicked will be burned to stubble on that day but we will be healed.  It will be an unbearable heat to those unsaved but to us a warm caress.  How amazing!

I have to stop I could go on forever what an amazing subject for me at least, but just one more thing before I go………. 

This is my prayer…..

“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.  Do not cast me away from Your presence, and do not take Your Holy Spirit from me.”
Psalm 51:10-11

I found this quote on another site and just couldn’t help but transplant it here.  I find it so simple yet so profound.  What an incredible thought!

“Those who ask of God in faith, things needful for this life are sometimes mercifully heard and sometimes not heard.  For the Physician knows better than the patient what will avail for the sick person.”

St. Prosper of Aquitaine [5th C.] “Sententiae ex Aujustino delibatae”

I had an interesting dream last night.  I don’t know wether to call it good or bad I think it was both.  I dreamed I was at the airport and my husband was coming home.  He came out of the terminal and we just looked at each other.  Then we both ran forward and hugged.  Just hugged.  I could feel his arms around me and smell his cologne.  That was wonderful and so real then I woke up and that was bad because it wasn’t true.  ((((SIGH)))) 

Oh well halfway there he just passed his two month mark so we have a little under two to go.  God please make it go fast. 

I have just had a really weird day.  I cleaned all day and then the Hobbs’ took me out to dinner for my birthday.  But I spent all day in a panic.  And your not going to believe why!

I spent my day freaking out that I was going to go blind!!

I was looking around my house and I realized that I love my house. I love my colors I love the way my furniture is laid out,  everything about it makes me happy and content.  I love to decorate to change things around for the seasons.  Or sometimes just to sit and look around and think this is my place. 

Well today I was looking around and I realized that if I was blind it would not matter what color my house was painted just what it smelled like, or how the funiture was arranged as long as I knew where everything was, or whether I had table arrangements cause I would probably just break things.  And then I started to panic.

I started to think how easily a person could be blinded.  The eye is such a delicate thing.  Or there is my pseudo tumor cerebri.  It could blind me by the time I am in my 30’s without treatment.  And no matter how much you are told your whole life that people live very full lives without sight,  I could not help thinking could I ever be whole again? 

Tell me isn’t that the weirdest thing to spend a day being paranoid about?

The difference between men and women

by: Dave Barry

Let’s say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine.  He asks her out to a movie; she accepts, they have a pretty good time.  A few nights later he askes her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves.  They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they’re driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: “Do you realize that, as of tonight, we’ve been seeing each other for exactly six months?”

And there is silence in the car.

To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence.  She thinks to herself:  I wonder if it bothers him that I said that.  Maybe he’s been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I’m trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn’t want, or isn’t sure of.

And Roger is thinknig:  Gosh.  Six months.

And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I’m not so sure I want this kind of relationship either.  Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I’d have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going?  Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy?  Are we heading toward marriage?  Toward children?  Toward a lifetime together?  Am I ready for that level of cimmitment?  Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking: ……so that means it was …let’s see…February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer’s, which means…lemme check the odometer…Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking:  He’s upset.  I can see it on his face.  Maybe I’m reading this completely wrong.  Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed – even before I sensed it – that I was feeling some reservations.  Yes, I bet that’s it.  That’s why he’s so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings.  He’s afraid of feeling rejected.

And Roger is thinking:  And I’m gonna have them look at the transmission again.  I don’t care what those morons say; it’s still not shifting right.  And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time.  What cold weather?  It’s 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Elaine is thinking: He’s angry.  And I don’t blame him.  I’d be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can’t help the way I feel.  I’m just not sure.

And Roger is thinking:  They’ll probably say it’s only a 90 day warranty…….scumballs.

And Elaine is thinking: Maybe  I’m just too idealistic, waiting for a knight  to come riding up on his white horse, when I’m sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me.  A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty?  They want a warranty?  I’ll give them a warranty.  I’ll take their warranty and stick it right up their….

“Roger,”  Elaine says aloud.

“What?” Says Roger startled.

“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears.  “Maybe I should never have…..oh dear, I feel so…” (She breaks down sobbing.)

“What?” says Roger.

“I’m such a fool,”  Elaine sobs.  “I mean, I know there’s no knight.  I really know that.  It’s silly.  There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

“There’s no horse?” Says Roger.

“You think I’m a fool, don’t you?”  Elaine says.

“No!” says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

“It’s just that….it’s that I ….I need some time,” Elaine says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response.  Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

“Yes,” he says. (Elaine deeply moved, touches his hand.)

“Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?” she says.

“What way?” says Roger.

“That way about time,” says Elaine.

“Oh,”  says Roger.  “Yes.”  (Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse.  At last she speaks.)

“Thank you Roger,” she says.

“Thank you,” says Roger.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of.  A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it’s better if he doesn’t think about it.

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours.  In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.

They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and say:

“Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?”

And that’s the defference between men and women.

I have always thought that I do my best thinking late at night.  I am starting to wonder if my mind is so muddled with sleep that I may not be thinking straightly enough to make that conclusion.  Interesting thought….(at least it is at two am ;0)

This is a poem I wrote when I realized the extent of my inability to survive this life intact without the love of God.

The Truth

Falling, spinning, lost, no where to turn.
Cold hands grasped my body as I feel.
Dragging me sideways, up, down, but never stopping me.
Cruel words eruppted.  No love, no warmth.
Where was I? Why was I here?

I closed my eyes and remembered my life before this place.
All that I had lost, what had I done?
Who would come for me, my bridges were burned?
How would I survive?
No one here even knew my name.

I grew accoustom to the darkness.
Numb to the cold.
Indifferent to their indifference.
Content to know this would forever be my home.

Suddenly, my whole world lurched.
I began to fly heavenward.
In a gentle hand I was carried.
I grew warm and comfortable.
What had happened?

I was reluctant to the change.
But the warmth felt good on my body.
For the first time in so long,
My memories mirrored my life.
Who had done this?
Who had changed my world, my life?

I opened my eyes.
You are there.