Storms . . . reveal what is inside

Best made plans can be halted with the death of a loved one, blunt force trauma or maybe a lingering disease which eventually squelches all hope. Tossed by the sea of doubt you become hard of heart. Now you are among the walking dead. Deafened conscious you seek only to survive.

Because lawlessness is increased, most people’s love will grow cold. But the one who endures to the end, they will be saved.…  Matthew 24

for joanie

Oh I think about these things, today the external storm is Ebola. Supposedly dormant in a fruit bat in West Africa. Before this it was SARS in a bird and an Ape blamed for AIDS. REALLY? Has nothing to do with the fall of man’s integrity, nothing to do with greed, malice or envy? No it’s nature’s fault.

Father forgive them for they know not what they do . . .

I think of Jesus words before His death on a cross. Those words; “Forgive them Father for they know not what they do”  Words spoken from the Immaculate Conception to Our Creator while hanging naked, nailed to a cross, mutilated beyond recognition.

When does the insanity stop?

Yes I think of the many who died long ago from a broken heart. The day their innocence was stolen. The ones they trusted abused them, parents kept a blind eye, after all compromise and avoiding confrontation was their legacy.

Fondled with lies, they felt alive and lived on

©  Rachel Warner Photo

© Rachel Warner Photo

Yes one must forgive themselves for choosing weapons of survival. Gossip, slander, hate, covetousness, adultery, addictions, drunkenness, atheism and….yes abortion.  Choices because the echo of truth within is deafening and it hurts to the core.  The thought of facing this truth alone is unbearable. So we falter, choices are impulsive or “rational”,  the electrical magic of the heart communicating with the brain is deadened, coherence lost and the desecration continues.  Caught in a shallow grave of a union,  you greet each day as an obligation seeking the draw of a new card; black lotus?  However you barely remember beauty, your mind is shutting down, as you believe the lie;

why think when others control your destiny?  

And the lie continues, you stay trapped, however a believer is praying for the eyes of your soul to open and the miracle trickles through!  The Lotus is reflected

A thing that is striking about the lotus is that although it often grows in mud, and returns within it at night, it always flowers clean the following day

do few things but do them well . . . heart felt love grows purely 

God still speaks today and has mercy on His defiled creation US! He has sent many AND His only begotten Son who paid the price and yet sin still abounds?! Father I Am not worthy to receive You but only the say the word and I SHALL BE HEALED 

This storm is you. Something inside of you. Generational seed . . .

Healed from all who have abused, healed from all abandonment, all neglect, all the lies, all the pomp and circumstances, as radical forgiveness radiates our bones, converts our DNA into the width the breath of love, if only we will believe! Father help our unbelief. Cast out all doubt, all fear, all anger and let us live and breathe Your truth once again, amen

will you forgive yourself this day? And live knowing “no weapon formed against you will prosper”  let the sleeper’s awaken

I hear the drums

the music in heaven

our ancestors rejoice

   the end of this age is near

And I saw what seemed to be a sea of glass mingled with fire, and those who had gained the victory over the Wild Beast and over his statue and the number of his name, standing by the sea of glass and having harps which belonged to God.  Rev 15:2

reconnect with our emotional sea and receive its sustenance

Lyrics by: Donovan

If you want your dream to be,
Build it slow and surely.
Small beginnings greater ends.
Heartfelt work grows purely.
If you want to live life free,
Take your time go slowly.
Do few things but do them well.
Simple joys are holy.
Day by day, stone by stone,
Build your secret slowly.
Day by day, you’ll grow, too,
You’ll know heaven’s glory.
YES It is time to live 

About Brenda

"Brenda adores the birds. She is enchanted with their grace, their beauty. It was the birds and being out among them that gave her the peace she so needed and forged a new passion She uses a camera to capture those incredible moments, to savor them and share them with others. For her the camera was freedom. Brenda spent her life healing others, and dealing with incredible pain and despair. The world of birds and nature and photography was what she turned to in order to see the beautiful side of the world" Eric Curtis Cummings
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3 Responses to Storms . . . reveal what is inside

  1. Terri Warner says:

    HALLELUJAH!! Only fervent prayers touched the lens and voice of this grace filled heart that “sings” songs of deliverance from the ‘sea of glass’….burning with His Love!

  2. Anna says:

    Thank you! Needed the reminder that no weapon formed against me will prosper! God is good and full of grace and mercy!

  3. Jo Heroux says:

    Wisdom and hope. Sorrow and gratitude. All things are possible with Him.

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