As I sat on the ledge of the 12th story window, I looked out and there before me were choices. All I had to do was reach out from my perch high above the street and grab one. I looked around. Not only was there no safety nets or cables, but the choices while floating in the air danced in the wind.
The choice was for more power, more reach. As I looked around the city street, I noticed that many were sitting in the windows, faced with the same challenge of thought. And even as I watched people reached out from their place of safety and grabbed. They grabbed on to the floating item held in the air before them. And immediately dropped to street, screaming all the way. Continue reading Better Is One Day In Your Courts…→
This morning while in prayer I thought of my value. What is it that makes up my value? Or yours?
I had had a dream in the early hours of the night. In the dream the people were pouring a foundation for a home. They had dug out the hole, squared up everything and then were preparing for the pour. I came along and I said “where are your form boards?” The boards that are put in place with sides of plywood or special plastic panels. You would have thought I threatened their lives. They flipped out. Yelling and screaming at me they proceeded to tell me they knew what they were doing. For me, it was clear to see they did not. My effort to save them trouble and despair went unheeded. Continue reading My Value Is Found In His Love For Me→
Over the last few weeks, maybe months I have witnessed folks, who are only going through the motions. The world’s existence is overwhelming them. Bringing them to the ground. Crushing them. My questions is “where is your faith?” Continue reading The Wallet Of Faith→
This morning I was sitting here thinking on things. I had two articles in my head, that I wanted to pursue. Two thought processes that I thought were really important. I was just getting ready to “settle down” with the coffee and begin. “I am ready” I thought. Continue reading Unusual Sightings→
I have spoken about this before. The exchange of what one has for something of perceived or better value. Sometimes one makes an exchange, just to get back to square one. Or to be even.
One of the reasons that sales or selling work is you have product or service in which people will exchange money and/or merchandise or service, in the case of barter, to obtain what they are looking for. Continue reading Exchange-A Giving To Get→
This morning it was nearly 0300 dark when I awoke. As I lay there I began to meditate on my favorite subject. Heaven. I often think about the occupants, the physical layout, the supernatural beings that are spoken of in the scriptures. The more I think on heaven the more I want it here. Now. I don’t want to go someplace, I want to be “some place”! Continue reading Realms And Dimensions – Thinking Of Heaven→
While taking one of my daily walk breaks at work I heard the Lord speak to me the following words. “I am going to restore the spirit of fellowship and relationship.” I knew it was a conversation. Honestly, as He spoke I was too tired, too fried from the week to be focused. Here I was admiring the scenic fall colors and He spoke to me. I wanted to complain. Not now-I am having my quiet time. My regroup time. But I listened as He said He would talk to me about it. Continue reading The Restoration Of The Spirit Of Fellowship And Relationship→
As I lay in bed meditating on dreams, listening for His voice and knowing it would be a good idea to get up and get going, I found myself thinking about donuts.
I had been thinking about people, including myself, who are where we are, not where we thought. And I immediately thought about donuts. Were it not for the absence of the hole they would not really be donuts. What makes a donut a donut is the absence of its center. (I know that popular chains have called things donuts that have no “missing parts” but a donut is really a ring shaped pastry. Another historical redefining…) Continue reading Donuts Tell A Story→
I sat there with the young boy. I was explaining the simplicity of genetics. What would happen if a mother had red hair and the father black hair for instance. We combed over this for a while. His eyes lit up as he saw the wonder of creation. How hair color, or facial looks can be passed on. (I remember this from 7th grade.)
I awoke, cloudy from sleep, but clearly hearing the words, “what is the solution”. Do you mean what is the answer, I thought. “What is the solution” came thundering back to me. Clearly my sleep had ended for the night. I lay in bed and rolled the words for a few minutes. I know an answer is different than a solution, but a solution can be part of an answer. (A solution can be the answer.) But I was unsure of what I was hearing. Continue reading You’ve Got Situations, We Have Solutions.→
