Fortune cookie:

Toil awhile... endure awhile... believe always... and never turn back.

 
Tired tonight...
no one to talk to. 

~ Think About His Love ~

und fur Miriam... not quite Pennsylvania Dutch but I'll bet you'll understand.  This is from my youtube selections. 

~ Gott ist mitt uns ~

Dreams -
they allow you to return to being young
in my dreamworld I am young again, with all the world's possibilities before me

(of course that's when I'm not having nightmares )

Last night I was young.

'when God closes a door He opens a window' ?

I am seeing many closed doors, not many open windows...
have I lost my sight ?
am I afraid to fly ?

hehehe -
maybe I am just missing something....

  maybe I'm meant to fly....

the temperatures that is...
Our temp.'s have been soaring near the 100's yesterday, today, and predicted for tomorrow.
Add the heat index and it is 100.

.... and rumbles of thunder, and drops of rain...

6:00
~ Here comes the sun...

and I say, yeah, it's all right ~

another light show...
another battle going on in the heavens...

The humidity is too much...
even though the breeze is nice, the overwhelming humidity is too oppressive,
and I am forced indoors.

I miss the feature of being able to have music on our pages.

~ Great is the measure of our Father's Love ~

Today the thunder of God sounds as though He is angry.
The thunder bursts forth as of the fire of a warning shot.
The silence that ensues in between strangely calls to mind that lull of Christmas eve during WWI.

I know that others don't see God in everything... but I do...
and the ancients did... and they were wiser...
In our wisdom we have become fools... blind to the things of God.

God can no longer speak to us, because our ears, they do not hear, our eyes, they do not see.
We are consumed with things of the world... consumed with our daily lives...
with the things which we can produce... the things which we can see...
the things which we can touch.

We are not consumers; we are the consumed...
enslaved by those things which we allow to own us...
driven by our slave masters to obtain more of that which means nothing,
while sacrificing that which means all.

On my porch...

the kiss of God...
the touch of cool in the nearly imperceptible breeze that gently brushes against my skin

the peace which I have...
the peace which You give me...
that I experience with You... in Your presence...
I want to share that peace with the world...
I guess
not everybody is looking for peace,
not everybody knows that they need it.

~ Welcome Holy Spirit ~