Of my prophetic friends, I have a 50/50 chance of hearing such an announcement. But honestly what I hear is the computer on the bridge of the starship Enterprise.
Can you hear it? “Warning, Warning, Warning!” Yeah, ok, that’s a Trekkie thing. Ha. And I admit I absolutely loved that show along with all the movies and the sequel series. But I could continue to love it because I always knew the ‘warnings” meant complete destruction would somehow be overcome by the end of the hour through the genius of Captain Kirk, or Jean Luke Picard or Kathryn Janeway. Continue reading WARNING, WARNING, WARNING!!!
Lots of my friends are leaving Facebook and I’ve been reading their reasons. One concern is about intellectual property rights and whether material we post on Facebook belongs to us or them. As a writer, that leaves enough question in the air to make me uncomfortable. Yes, I write freely for everyone to read, but that shouldn’t make it someone else’s property. Continue reading The Comedy of My Learning
I hate finding my path filled with obstacles. That’s when I want to sit down and sigh. And wonder if it’s worth the struggle.
Well, that depends on the goal, of course. Obstacles pop up most of the time when we’re pursuing a dream. It isn’t all sunshine and butterflies on the way to completion. Continue reading THE PATH OF OBSTACLES
Recently, I ran across a little book I wrote 20 years ago which I had named “Sometimes God Works Backwards”. It reopened some not-so-happy memories about a brother’s attempt to bring me in front of a group for reprimand. That group was never convened because the others saw my story as a testimony, albeit extremely controversial one. Therefore, they advised me to keep it to myself, and not share it further, which I have done. Continue reading My Little Book Revealed
I watched the movie “The Book Thief”, which was about a girl in the middle of WWII who discovers the immeasurable value of words. And I considered Prophesy. Prophesy is words. Were there no prophecies to warn the people about that war? Why did 6 million Jews and 10 million Christians die when our God of Miracles was very much alive? What did the people miss? And what’s to keep us from missing it again?
Then Father reminded me that escape from any catastrophe comes in believing and those who don’t believe find little opportunity for escape. He reminded me of the hundreds of stories from that era. They were stories of people who smuggled others out of Nazi Germany at risk of their own safety. And stories of those who escaped in miraculous ways. There were a million miracles during that time. Therefore, I concluded, there were a million believers. Continue reading YOU! – must write!
I turned to Jesus because my heart was breaking. He came immediately and cupped my teary-eyed face in His hands and touched my cheeks with His lips. Then He embraced me and nuzzled His face into my shoulder. I could feel His breath against my neck, warm, comforting.
I breathed of Him deeply and asked, “Is there something wrong with me? My heart is too fragile.”
He again held my face in His hands and looked into my eyes speaking in tongues which I didn’t understand. But it felt like He was instructing my spirit in a way that it would understand. Continue reading Rippled Water