I got a thought from a line in a book and have been running wild on it.
If we don't die, just shed the body; and, as I believe, there is no time there; then is what we experience not what we call "death" but just a mass and perception change?
Then we see us as we really are in the light of His power of loving truth. We see Love for the Power that it is, the power of life, and that there is a Loving Creator when we are changed to perceive it.
IF we know this then what part of us is most important to develop and protect? (yup, not the body, not the mind - only the loving spirit).
What matter then if we have a flawed body or a bad physical habit? If we can learn to see each one as a loving spirit in eternity with us those things really shouldn't matter. What matters is we get stuck thinking this is all there is and these bodies all the life we will ever experience.
We carry the things of this life in our spirits and they hurt us. A heroin addict is not an less of a loving spirit - it is a body with a spirit that hurts. We try to ease the pain by numbing or stimulating the body and it is love we all need - for ourselves, for and from others - as we walk down here. We can't see how to do it, they don't teach it in school.
If we live eternally and it is a truth - aren't we in eternity now? But in this body we can't percieve it. There is a time and mass differential we are not equiped to experience from this place.
But if this is a part of eternity our loved ones really are with us. We are all in the same time, we just can't see it. We have to believe it. Like crystals show the truth of sunlight, that it contains the whole spectrum of colors, but the sun light looks yellow or white to us. Unless we look at it through a crystal we can't see the rainbow - our eyes aren't built to see it that way here. We needed an tool, an adapter, a transformer to see the truth in the light.
Was Jesus, like a crystal, the one to show us the truth in the living love of a creator? The time change and the mass change were in His power to show us that they don't affect what we are?
If this is a part of my eternity I want it to be something I can enjoy thinking of for a long time. It changes the way you do things when you see it may be with you not just now, but forever.
There is One to heal the hurts we have gotten from forgetting where we came from and are going, One to show us the way home and restore our joy to us so there is no fear in going - what a gift. To give his own time to come back from a perfect place to this one to show us we live.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Love is in everything
A tree outside my window shades my home from the sun. Bark, leaves, roots and sap, home to birds and squirrels, bugs and food for the same, it's leaves fall and nourish the soil then bloom again to shade my home in the summer creating a cool haven for me.
I see the wood of a tree in the boards of my home. They do not look like the tree and they are not alive to my eyes but I see the body of the tree in them, the years that it lived and grew and was nourished by the sun and the rain and the soil.
I see the men who cut the tree and shaped the wood and built a barn. I see the care that they took to plane the boards and smooth the edges.
I see the barn, new and strong, sheltering animals and grain and tools from the rain and the sun that used to nourish the tree. I feel the years of the barn as it falls into disrepair and neglect. The men who built it passed on and then another man or woman - seeing the beauty and strength still in the boards - taking apart the barn, so lovingly built but now fallen, and cutting the boards to grace the walls of their home.
It is all of love and from the creator.
In a vase of clay with glazes of minerals I see the hands that cleaned and shaped the clay, ground and applied the glaze, fired the results and put it out into the world where I found it. I had it and loved it for years, not knowing that the love in that vase would speak to me of the Creator's love for me one day.
The curtains on my window are of fibers grown in the sun and the rain, collected, processed and woven by other hands, dyed with the colors of nature, sewed to earn a living for a family by hands I have never seen They are from my creator to me with love.
The glass on top of my table from the sand created by unknown years of rocks and the oceans was heated and shaped by humans I never knew. It speaks to me of his love for me and of the oceans shore.
The mirror with the silver back reflects my mother’s love as it was a gift to me from her and shows me the beauty of creation and the love in each thing around me.
The brass in the candlesticks that came out of the earth and was refined and shaped by humans to be bells on one end and light my way on the other. A joyful noise and a light unto my feet from him to me, thank you.
There is nothing in my life that was not first created and given to all of us by the love the Creator has for us. In our love of creating we continue to express his love for ourselves and each other.
One loves to work with wood, another with clay, another with weaving, but they do what they love and put their love into each piece. Even in a sweat shop the person sewing is doing the work for love of themselves or their families.
It was all put here for us to use. It all carries the love of the creator for us. The geodes, "ugly" rocks on the outside but filled with crystal beauty, remind me we are not as we appear to be. - we are so much more than what we appear to be here.
The beans in the coffee, grown and ripened in the sun and the rain he sends, picked by other hands, packaged, cleaned, ground and sent to me to enjoy from half a world away are a gift of his love.
The food we consume so carelessly was nourished and grown for our bodies benefit, sometimes oceans away, cared for and picked, packaged and transported by others we never see.
The animals we killed to eat are loving spirits now, the plants we eat are loving spirits now. The tree that holds the plate of clay and the glass of sand and the tools of metal are all from him and provided by his loving creation of all that we need.
I see all that is around me was created by Him for us before we ever thought to bind the first stick to the first rock and now we have people living in space. All done with what was here before we even knew it was useful to us. What use is mud or ground up rock? Yet I have a beautiful vase. So I tried to write a prayer for the meal I was sitting to eat alone that said all these things.
Creator,
This time together with You and those we love is such a blessing to us, thank you.
Please bless this meal with your presence now.
Thank you for this place you have given us to enjoy it in.
On all those that provided this food with their labor and love, we ask your blessings.
Please bless the hands that prepared it for us and those that will clean up.
May it bring health to our bodies so we have the strength to do as you wish today.
Please bless all those in need of food and shelter today with your bounty.
Thank you for loving us so much and providing for our needs.
For all that you have given us we are grateful to You.
Amen.
I see the wood of a tree in the boards of my home. They do not look like the tree and they are not alive to my eyes but I see the body of the tree in them, the years that it lived and grew and was nourished by the sun and the rain and the soil.
I see the men who cut the tree and shaped the wood and built a barn. I see the care that they took to plane the boards and smooth the edges.
I see the barn, new and strong, sheltering animals and grain and tools from the rain and the sun that used to nourish the tree. I feel the years of the barn as it falls into disrepair and neglect. The men who built it passed on and then another man or woman - seeing the beauty and strength still in the boards - taking apart the barn, so lovingly built but now fallen, and cutting the boards to grace the walls of their home.
It is all of love and from the creator.
In a vase of clay with glazes of minerals I see the hands that cleaned and shaped the clay, ground and applied the glaze, fired the results and put it out into the world where I found it. I had it and loved it for years, not knowing that the love in that vase would speak to me of the Creator's love for me one day.
The curtains on my window are of fibers grown in the sun and the rain, collected, processed and woven by other hands, dyed with the colors of nature, sewed to earn a living for a family by hands I have never seen They are from my creator to me with love.
The glass on top of my table from the sand created by unknown years of rocks and the oceans was heated and shaped by humans I never knew. It speaks to me of his love for me and of the oceans shore.
The mirror with the silver back reflects my mother’s love as it was a gift to me from her and shows me the beauty of creation and the love in each thing around me.
The brass in the candlesticks that came out of the earth and was refined and shaped by humans to be bells on one end and light my way on the other. A joyful noise and a light unto my feet from him to me, thank you.
There is nothing in my life that was not first created and given to all of us by the love the Creator has for us. In our love of creating we continue to express his love for ourselves and each other.
One loves to work with wood, another with clay, another with weaving, but they do what they love and put their love into each piece. Even in a sweat shop the person sewing is doing the work for love of themselves or their families.
It was all put here for us to use. It all carries the love of the creator for us. The geodes, "ugly" rocks on the outside but filled with crystal beauty, remind me we are not as we appear to be. - we are so much more than what we appear to be here.
The beans in the coffee, grown and ripened in the sun and the rain he sends, picked by other hands, packaged, cleaned, ground and sent to me to enjoy from half a world away are a gift of his love.
The food we consume so carelessly was nourished and grown for our bodies benefit, sometimes oceans away, cared for and picked, packaged and transported by others we never see.
The animals we killed to eat are loving spirits now, the plants we eat are loving spirits now. The tree that holds the plate of clay and the glass of sand and the tools of metal are all from him and provided by his loving creation of all that we need.
I see all that is around me was created by Him for us before we ever thought to bind the first stick to the first rock and now we have people living in space. All done with what was here before we even knew it was useful to us. What use is mud or ground up rock? Yet I have a beautiful vase. So I tried to write a prayer for the meal I was sitting to eat alone that said all these things.
Creator,
This time together with You and those we love is such a blessing to us, thank you.
Please bless this meal with your presence now.
Thank you for this place you have given us to enjoy it in.
On all those that provided this food with their labor and love, we ask your blessings.
Please bless the hands that prepared it for us and those that will clean up.
May it bring health to our bodies so we have the strength to do as you wish today.
Please bless all those in need of food and shelter today with your bounty.
Thank you for loving us so much and providing for our needs.
For all that you have given us we are grateful to You.
Amen.
Windy thoughts
God is the wind
God is the branch
shaking in the wind
God is the bird
sheltering behind the branch
shaking in the wind
God is watching the bird
on the branch in the wind
through my eyes.
I am the soul
sheltered by His spirit
alive in the body given me.
His love is the light
shining through the wind
reflecting to my eyes all I see.
All I see is good. All he sees is good.
All he touches is good
He touches all.
I can not see, beneath the snow
and the frozen ground,
with brown grass below
into the dark of the earth
where the bulb
with green arms reaches up to me.
I wait for spring
the time of bulbs touching
the light again.
He sees it all and all is good
I know his love
and mine are one.
2/22/07
God is the branch
shaking in the wind
God is the bird
sheltering behind the branch
shaking in the wind
God is watching the bird
on the branch in the wind
through my eyes.
I am the soul
sheltered by His spirit
alive in the body given me.
His love is the light
shining through the wind
reflecting to my eyes all I see.
All I see is good. All he sees is good.
All he touches is good
He touches all.
I can not see, beneath the snow
and the frozen ground,
with brown grass below
into the dark of the earth
where the bulb
with green arms reaches up to me.
I wait for spring
the time of bulbs touching
the light again.
He sees it all and all is good
I know his love
and mine are one.
2/22/07
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
He showed me
The love that he gives me flows through me to those I meet.
Golden, always moving, round and sweet,
warm with peace and joy in my self and His self as we meet.
Be just what you are,
that is your truth,
your witness and your freedom.
I am that I am, he cried.
I am that I am, we echo back.
Are we many or only one talking to ourself?
Does it matter?
No.
I am. I was. I will be.
He Is.
I can not die,
I can only leave behind
my body as I go on to live
as my true self.
My spirit.
My perfect, loving spirit
Full of joy,
contentment divine
wonderment, magic and music.
It's not that we don't honor
the sacrifice of Jesus,
it's that we miss the message.
And I give unto them eternal life;
and they shall never perish,
neither shall any pluck them out of my hand.
We live forever.
Then He came back
to show us.
From 2/19/07 just tidied up a little.
Golden, always moving, round and sweet,
warm with peace and joy in my self and His self as we meet.
Be just what you are,
that is your truth,
your witness and your freedom.
I am that I am, he cried.
I am that I am, we echo back.
Are we many or only one talking to ourself?
Does it matter?
No.
I am. I was. I will be.
He Is.
I can not die,
I can only leave behind
my body as I go on to live
as my true self.
My spirit.
My perfect, loving spirit
Full of joy,
contentment divine
wonderment, magic and music.
It's not that we don't honor
the sacrifice of Jesus,
it's that we miss the message.
And I give unto them eternal life;
and they shall never perish,
neither shall any pluck them out of my hand.
We live forever.
Then He came back
to show us.
From 2/19/07 just tidied up a little.
Love the Power
Generators. They create power we call electricity to cause a filiment to give off light. One generator will run more than one light. A big generator will run more lights than a small one. They use fuel to create this power.
Our spirits are like generators. They create this power I know no other word for but Love. It can light the way for other less aware spirits and show them how to receive and give Love. One spirit can power more than one love as one generator can run more than one light.
The main generator powers us all. The main generator is ours to use at any time we need it. The fuel that creates this power is LOVE.
When you have only one generator you have to choose carefully what to hook into it. If you hook up too many things none of them will get enough power. I think this is the limit of human physical love.
We can only send out so much love without feeling the need to get some Love back into it's own system to power it. It is why humans search for a way to recieve and give love to each other in a physical way. Without the love of the spirit in each of them it's the only way they know to create love for themselves.
Divine Love, the Love of God, has no limit. When your spirit is powered by God's love you have an endless supply to share. Physical love is so enhanced by Spiritual love that it becomes a way to generate more love, not just a way to seek physical release.
The Spiritual Love, the love our spirits have and give and show for each other, has no limit because our spirits draw power from the endless supply of the Divine Love God gives us. When we love with our perfect spirit, given to us to use from God, our love has no limits. We can use our spiritual love to power many other spirits as they seek the light of Love and seek to connect to the Divine Love of God.
Each spirit here is on the path back to the God that created it. The power to create the light to see the correct path is LOVE.
When you hook two small generators together they can power more things. Refridgerators, furnaces, and lights will all run from several small generators hooked together or in parallel to each other. This means they are creating the same kind of power and sending it to the same places together.
When two spirits join to create love more light shines on the path they travel and lights the path for others. By gathering together and dedicating the love you are creating at that gathering to the Divine Love to use as it chooses you are creating more love, giving more love for others to draw on when they have need of it and learning more of the Divine Love.
God Loves your perfect spirit. God loves you as you are right now this minute. God's Divine Love needed you to be just the way you are doing what you are doing for a purpose you many never know. If you are generating true love from your spirit you are doing what you were put here to do. Those with a need for love will be drawn to you. Those with love to share will be drawn to you. He guides us all.
When you reach out to the Divine Love in truth and dedicate yourself to giving it away everywhere it is needed then you are becoming aware of what God does for you. God loves you with every bit of His spirit. It is a love that wants only the best for your spirit.
To bring each soul to the place it reaches for a direct connection to the Divine Love of God is the path formed exactly for each of us. Some paths may seem happy and gay and others overly dark and dreary. It is not up to us what path others must walk to reach the Divine Love. What is up to us is the love we shine on their path to help them see the way they are going.
The Divine Love gathers up each of us as a treasure precious beyond explaination. It holds us dear and worth even its very self being sacrificed to show us that path is worthy of every pain and every hurt that it took for us to reach for the peace of the Divine Love it offers us.
In the dark and lonly hours of waiting alone as another suffers, in the pain of heart break and in the loss of a love dear to us lies our path to God. These are the times our spirit will finally see that we alone here on earth can do nothing for anyone we love. What we can do is call on the Divine Power of Love FOR them in their time of need, that they may find the path back to the peace that is theirs if only they will reach for it.
This is when we reach for each other, for those who love us here, for comfort, for support, for just being with us because they love us. It is more than just the words "support network". It is the Love that we have to draw on when we need it.
That is why a child cries when it has a need. Humans have such limited spirits normally that they do not know when someone hurts unless they say so. A child cries for someone to help it past the hurt or out of the hurt. Another comes when it crys out to see what is wrong and fix it. If there is no cry, no need is seen and the hurt continues.
It's why we have to say to another, "This hurts me." To seek help from those who love us we have to tell them we have a need.
We are drawn to seek the Divine Love when we have such a hurt of spirit that no other love can help us. We reach for the power of the Divine Love, even those who don't believe, when we hit such a dark spot that we know that is all there is that can help us, God.
Love the Divine Love with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your spirit. Let the power of that love reach through you to light the way for others by showing them the love in you. Love your neighbor as yourself. Love yourself. You are part of, created by and powered by the Divine Love's spirit. It truely is within you.
The image of God we are created perfectly in is our spirit. Each of us has a perfect spirit. Every single living thing is part of the spirit of Divine Love.
This is what we are here to do. Love one another. Just that. Love spiritually, love physically, love emotionally, love by giving and filling needs, love by holding and touching and love by praying and blessing. Love in anyway you can share it. It is the power we have been given. We only need to use it. To fuel it we have to be hooked in to the main generator.
It's hard to do this from a physical perspective. You have to do it with your spirit. Remember you are a spirit in a physical body. The body is not you anymore than the pot of dirt is the flower. The dirt feeds and nourishes the flower. The pot is not the flower. The pot only defines the the shape of the dirt that holds the flower. The flower is not the pot. The flower is not the dirt. They are all different things working together to create and support a life energy; the life in the flower.
Your life as you have lived it and your body as it is are only supporting your spirit, the love that is life in you.
The smile you feel when you see beauty in plant or a kitten is an uplifting of spirit when you see something and recognize it is perfectly itself. It is not a zinnia trying to be a lily, it is just a zinnia. It is not a kitten trying to be a horse, it is just a kitten. They are what they are and strive for nothing else.
The red zinnia doesn't try to be a yellow zinnia and the black iris does not envy a violet. They are what they are and it is beauty. They lift our spirit with their spirit of perfectly being their perfect selves.
The seed they came from is created and powered by the same love that is growing us. While each of us is unique, when we are perfectly ourselves, loving each life we come in contact with, we have the effect of uplifting those around us as they see the peace of spirit that comes from loving ourselves just the way we are.
We are then beautiful regardless of the pot we are in or the dirt we have been nourished by or the water that fed us. We have to learn not to be afraid to be the truth of ourselves.
The truth may not be socially acceptable, the truth may not be easy to share, the truth may be that we feel flawed and that we don't belong in the garden. When you share your truth you may find that there is another way to look at it from one who cares. Until you see the truth of you in the eyes of the Divine Love you can't see all of it here. We are not made to see it.
That is what Love does for us. It shows us each as unique and perfect for what we were created to do here.
Again, I don't love the you I see, I love the you I know. That is the neatest thought I got this week and I have had a lot of engaging thoughts to contemplate.
At least I believe that, it's just one way to see it. First written 12/29/06. Modified today a little.
Our spirits are like generators. They create this power I know no other word for but Love. It can light the way for other less aware spirits and show them how to receive and give Love. One spirit can power more than one love as one generator can run more than one light.
The main generator powers us all. The main generator is ours to use at any time we need it. The fuel that creates this power is LOVE.
When you have only one generator you have to choose carefully what to hook into it. If you hook up too many things none of them will get enough power. I think this is the limit of human physical love.
We can only send out so much love without feeling the need to get some Love back into it's own system to power it. It is why humans search for a way to recieve and give love to each other in a physical way. Without the love of the spirit in each of them it's the only way they know to create love for themselves.
Divine Love, the Love of God, has no limit. When your spirit is powered by God's love you have an endless supply to share. Physical love is so enhanced by Spiritual love that it becomes a way to generate more love, not just a way to seek physical release.
The Spiritual Love, the love our spirits have and give and show for each other, has no limit because our spirits draw power from the endless supply of the Divine Love God gives us. When we love with our perfect spirit, given to us to use from God, our love has no limits. We can use our spiritual love to power many other spirits as they seek the light of Love and seek to connect to the Divine Love of God.
Each spirit here is on the path back to the God that created it. The power to create the light to see the correct path is LOVE.
When you hook two small generators together they can power more things. Refridgerators, furnaces, and lights will all run from several small generators hooked together or in parallel to each other. This means they are creating the same kind of power and sending it to the same places together.
When two spirits join to create love more light shines on the path they travel and lights the path for others. By gathering together and dedicating the love you are creating at that gathering to the Divine Love to use as it chooses you are creating more love, giving more love for others to draw on when they have need of it and learning more of the Divine Love.
God Loves your perfect spirit. God loves you as you are right now this minute. God's Divine Love needed you to be just the way you are doing what you are doing for a purpose you many never know. If you are generating true love from your spirit you are doing what you were put here to do. Those with a need for love will be drawn to you. Those with love to share will be drawn to you. He guides us all.
When you reach out to the Divine Love in truth and dedicate yourself to giving it away everywhere it is needed then you are becoming aware of what God does for you. God loves you with every bit of His spirit. It is a love that wants only the best for your spirit.
To bring each soul to the place it reaches for a direct connection to the Divine Love of God is the path formed exactly for each of us. Some paths may seem happy and gay and others overly dark and dreary. It is not up to us what path others must walk to reach the Divine Love. What is up to us is the love we shine on their path to help them see the way they are going.
The Divine Love gathers up each of us as a treasure precious beyond explaination. It holds us dear and worth even its very self being sacrificed to show us that path is worthy of every pain and every hurt that it took for us to reach for the peace of the Divine Love it offers us.
In the dark and lonly hours of waiting alone as another suffers, in the pain of heart break and in the loss of a love dear to us lies our path to God. These are the times our spirit will finally see that we alone here on earth can do nothing for anyone we love. What we can do is call on the Divine Power of Love FOR them in their time of need, that they may find the path back to the peace that is theirs if only they will reach for it.
This is when we reach for each other, for those who love us here, for comfort, for support, for just being with us because they love us. It is more than just the words "support network". It is the Love that we have to draw on when we need it.
That is why a child cries when it has a need. Humans have such limited spirits normally that they do not know when someone hurts unless they say so. A child cries for someone to help it past the hurt or out of the hurt. Another comes when it crys out to see what is wrong and fix it. If there is no cry, no need is seen and the hurt continues.
It's why we have to say to another, "This hurts me." To seek help from those who love us we have to tell them we have a need.
We are drawn to seek the Divine Love when we have such a hurt of spirit that no other love can help us. We reach for the power of the Divine Love, even those who don't believe, when we hit such a dark spot that we know that is all there is that can help us, God.
Love the Divine Love with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your spirit. Let the power of that love reach through you to light the way for others by showing them the love in you. Love your neighbor as yourself. Love yourself. You are part of, created by and powered by the Divine Love's spirit. It truely is within you.
The image of God we are created perfectly in is our spirit. Each of us has a perfect spirit. Every single living thing is part of the spirit of Divine Love.
This is what we are here to do. Love one another. Just that. Love spiritually, love physically, love emotionally, love by giving and filling needs, love by holding and touching and love by praying and blessing. Love in anyway you can share it. It is the power we have been given. We only need to use it. To fuel it we have to be hooked in to the main generator.
It's hard to do this from a physical perspective. You have to do it with your spirit. Remember you are a spirit in a physical body. The body is not you anymore than the pot of dirt is the flower. The dirt feeds and nourishes the flower. The pot is not the flower. The pot only defines the the shape of the dirt that holds the flower. The flower is not the pot. The flower is not the dirt. They are all different things working together to create and support a life energy; the life in the flower.
Your life as you have lived it and your body as it is are only supporting your spirit, the love that is life in you.
The smile you feel when you see beauty in plant or a kitten is an uplifting of spirit when you see something and recognize it is perfectly itself. It is not a zinnia trying to be a lily, it is just a zinnia. It is not a kitten trying to be a horse, it is just a kitten. They are what they are and strive for nothing else.
The red zinnia doesn't try to be a yellow zinnia and the black iris does not envy a violet. They are what they are and it is beauty. They lift our spirit with their spirit of perfectly being their perfect selves.
The seed they came from is created and powered by the same love that is growing us. While each of us is unique, when we are perfectly ourselves, loving each life we come in contact with, we have the effect of uplifting those around us as they see the peace of spirit that comes from loving ourselves just the way we are.
We are then beautiful regardless of the pot we are in or the dirt we have been nourished by or the water that fed us. We have to learn not to be afraid to be the truth of ourselves.
The truth may not be socially acceptable, the truth may not be easy to share, the truth may be that we feel flawed and that we don't belong in the garden. When you share your truth you may find that there is another way to look at it from one who cares. Until you see the truth of you in the eyes of the Divine Love you can't see all of it here. We are not made to see it.
That is what Love does for us. It shows us each as unique and perfect for what we were created to do here.
Again, I don't love the you I see, I love the you I know. That is the neatest thought I got this week and I have had a lot of engaging thoughts to contemplate.
At least I believe that, it's just one way to see it. First written 12/29/06. Modified today a little.
Love Shines
I was putting some pennies into the jar I save them in and in even the dim light of a gray winter day one of them flashed copper bright in my hand. It occurred to me that to see something flash or shine the light has to connect with it in a certain way. With solid objects we only see the surface being lit but the material may warm all the way through in the light. We can not see the heat at such a low level, it is there, none the less.
The results of light shining through my crystals in the windows shows on a wall far from them as a piece of rainbow colors. When the light goes through my drinking glass it creates a reflection of the glass on my table top.
If the light is hitting you in the right way, you shine and are warmed by it. If the light of God's Love is flowing through you the results may be far away but will still be visible somewhere. If you were as clear as glass the light would show you yourself. Even a black or dark vessel will shine and be reflected in the light.
Crystals, like humans, are grown with many facets. The light that shines through them is best when they are face on to the light and all of their facets let the light through. Standing sideways to God's light or only letting part of ourselves be used by His light reduces the flow through us and the number of results that can be achieved by the light.
So we have to stand face on to the Light of the Divine Love. Let it shine on every part of you. Others will see the shine of love reflected by you.
When you let it flow through each facet of you the light of love is multiplied and sent to many places, even those far away that we are not aware of affecting.
I know this is a little convoluted. I don't know how better to say it. It was written 12/25/06.
The results of light shining through my crystals in the windows shows on a wall far from them as a piece of rainbow colors. When the light goes through my drinking glass it creates a reflection of the glass on my table top.
If the light is hitting you in the right way, you shine and are warmed by it. If the light of God's Love is flowing through you the results may be far away but will still be visible somewhere. If you were as clear as glass the light would show you yourself. Even a black or dark vessel will shine and be reflected in the light.
Crystals, like humans, are grown with many facets. The light that shines through them is best when they are face on to the light and all of their facets let the light through. Standing sideways to God's light or only letting part of ourselves be used by His light reduces the flow through us and the number of results that can be achieved by the light.
So we have to stand face on to the Light of the Divine Love. Let it shine on every part of you. Others will see the shine of love reflected by you.
When you let it flow through each facet of you the light of love is multiplied and sent to many places, even those far away that we are not aware of affecting.
I know this is a little convoluted. I don't know how better to say it. It was written 12/25/06.
Monday, November 26, 2007
The Tatted Cross
I made this quite long ago, one perfect cross.It marked the spot in my Book where my father's picture rests.
It came to mind to give to you for the gift I can't repay.
It is the one perfect thing in my lifeI have ever made.
But then the gift within the gift was given me
to add and share with you from Him.
I said I had made it,"all by myself" but then, He says to me,
"Let me show you, friend of mine, what you didn't see."
"Did you see the rain and sun and the cotton seed that said,
"Oh the pain, I break in half! I think now That I die!""
"It didn't die but grew and flowered and said,
"I'm perfect now it's true. My life's work is through."
"But the fruit of the plant was taken from it for men had found a way
to weave it into many things. The cotton plant died that day."
"Someone took the extra time to make a perfect weave of thread
so tiny, light and fine but - it's strength went to it's head."
"The tiny thread took great pride,"I'm so long and strong and straight.
I'm perfect now! I'm the best of all!.""
"But wait", I said," my thread came in a ball."
He says,"I know -you should have heard what that made our poor thread feel.
It felt each twist and turn and lap as it went on the spool".
""Now I'm a mess, what good am I", said the thread. "Men are just such fools!
To take something as perfect as me and put me on a spool.""
Into my hands came the perfect thread -so fine I could barely see
to work my pattern of rings and chains into the cross it would be.
I counted and watched my fingers as I pulled each ring up tight.
Like magic the thread never broke. It had been woven for me, just right.
I unspun each wrap, undid each twist and for a moment you could see
the perfect straight thread between my hands but it was not to be.
Never straight again that thread, and live cotton not again
nor a seed beneath the sun and rain but a perfect cross instead.
You can not see the many crosses I have made before.
I finally made one perfect cross and my pride was full.
Then He said, "Each named itself perfect as it was
a total complete creation but it was really something else."
"Each of you is many things more than you can see.
I create with each of you what I need you to be."
"Never name yourself complete or say your life is done.
You can't know what I have planned. You only need to trust."
"I take each life grow, pluck and weave the beauty I have seen
and match it to the pattern of all that is to be.
Who made it?" he asked"You", I answered, head hung down in shame
and "You, too." he graced me,"With what I made of you".
Much more humble nowI offer you this piece of tatted lace,
that was once all those things if you can but see the truth within the thing.
But most of all I hope you see the truth he's laid on me.
It's a gift that he started long ago - from Him, through you to me.
A gift was given, in love, by a friend. A friend He brought to me to bring me to Him.
The gift you gave was the greater even if it can not be seen.
Thank you.
Birds or coffee?
My birds, one Sunday, were clammoring on the empty feeder. What was keeping me from going out to feed them? I was not dressed. I wasn't ready to be active in the day yet. But my birds, His birds, had a need and showed it to me.
If the birds were any human in need, I would have gotten right up, pj and all, and run quickly out to help. I kept my birds, His birds waiting on MY timing. That was the thought that came to me, "he cares for each sparrow". What do I care about?
Choice. What is important? What is more or less important? We judge it. Is one hungry bird less important than one human that hurts? The book says not. I said they were less important. Just wild birds seeking an easy meal.
Action. We act - for His desires or our own. Or we don't act, that is a choice, too. Mine was to sit and stare at the world. His was that I get up and feed the birds. I became convinced (convicted) I had to feed them that day.
I had what they needed, seed, and I had the power to open the container and take it out to them. I had to put it in a place they could reach it because the need was showed to me. I knew about it now. It was up to me to act or not. I had to choose.
It was still "just birds" outside but there was a lesson in it for me. I got dressed and went out to feed His birds.
I see the needs my friends have shown me and I have ached to help. I wanted to be there for them. Some of them I can help with my actions or words, for others I can only pray.
They are so much more to me than the birds Their needs I see clammor to me like the birds in their hunger. I see the need, I recognize them as needs, I try to fill them if I can.
The needs for comfort, understanding, acceptance, someone to say you will be ok is in all of us. In times of stress or pain or loneliness we are all glad to have a friend give us a hand or a word, a hug or a place to sit and stare.
When I see the needs and can't meet them, it hurts my heart. My friends are not "just birds" to me and now the birds are more to me, too. They belong to a friend of mine and He gave me enough so I can feed them. I was glad I got up and did it.
I love watching the birds feed. I love the songs and the flights. I see the squabbles and fights. I sat there and saw one small need filled by my action and I was smiling for knowing that I care for my friends. I like that about me and I like Him for giving me what I need to share with them.
When we show loving care to each other as He leads us to act for Him I think we are showing Christ's loving spirit to each other. "As ye have done unto the least of these, so you have done TO me." Through our loving care His lives.
He is alive in everything we touch, breathe, feel, see - in every bit of life, He is there. When we submit our will to his then we are joined together in him. He guides us but we have the choice to act or not. To act lovingly toward each other is letting His love shows through us.
At least, that is one way to see it.
If the birds were any human in need, I would have gotten right up, pj and all, and run quickly out to help. I kept my birds, His birds waiting on MY timing. That was the thought that came to me, "he cares for each sparrow". What do I care about?
Choice. What is important? What is more or less important? We judge it. Is one hungry bird less important than one human that hurts? The book says not. I said they were less important. Just wild birds seeking an easy meal.
Action. We act - for His desires or our own. Or we don't act, that is a choice, too. Mine was to sit and stare at the world. His was that I get up and feed the birds. I became convinced (convicted) I had to feed them that day.
I had what they needed, seed, and I had the power to open the container and take it out to them. I had to put it in a place they could reach it because the need was showed to me. I knew about it now. It was up to me to act or not. I had to choose.
It was still "just birds" outside but there was a lesson in it for me. I got dressed and went out to feed His birds.
I see the needs my friends have shown me and I have ached to help. I wanted to be there for them. Some of them I can help with my actions or words, for others I can only pray.
They are so much more to me than the birds Their needs I see clammor to me like the birds in their hunger. I see the need, I recognize them as needs, I try to fill them if I can.
The needs for comfort, understanding, acceptance, someone to say you will be ok is in all of us. In times of stress or pain or loneliness we are all glad to have a friend give us a hand or a word, a hug or a place to sit and stare.
When I see the needs and can't meet them, it hurts my heart. My friends are not "just birds" to me and now the birds are more to me, too. They belong to a friend of mine and He gave me enough so I can feed them. I was glad I got up and did it.
I love watching the birds feed. I love the songs and the flights. I see the squabbles and fights. I sat there and saw one small need filled by my action and I was smiling for knowing that I care for my friends. I like that about me and I like Him for giving me what I need to share with them.
When we show loving care to each other as He leads us to act for Him I think we are showing Christ's loving spirit to each other. "As ye have done unto the least of these, so you have done TO me." Through our loving care His lives.
He is alive in everything we touch, breathe, feel, see - in every bit of life, He is there. When we submit our will to his then we are joined together in him. He guides us but we have the choice to act or not. To act lovingly toward each other is letting His love shows through us.
At least, that is one way to see it.
Halfway there
I woke today praying out loud again. Jesus and I were having a conversation. It was about acceptance. I was feeling me/hearing Him say how we are punished is His, too. When we punish ourselves we are judging us guilty. It's not our job. It is hard to leave that judgement where it belongs, to Him. We fear His power. We judge Him to be like us and He is not. The words petty, mean, cruel and grudge can not be applied to Him.
I see that by accepting our judgement of ourselves we are saying we know better than He does what we deserve. We do not accept His judgement if we keep all the shames, crimes and sins we think we have done in our hearts. He can't touch them if we won't give them. He will not force them from us.
Acceptance is not just accepting the love He sends as He wills. We have to be willing to accept His judgement of us. Then we have to be able to see what it is.
We have to stop running ourselves down and hating ourselves for what we see as our crimes. Letting go of our judgement is hard. It is full of "yes, buts" and "I should have's" and excuses and "I can't forgive myselves".
The book says if you accept His love you will not be judged. Not that you will be let go after a time of payment but that you will not be held accountable. That was the gift He gave us. To live forever and not keep beating ourselves up for eternity. He takes it from us in love.
If you reach to the light once and accept His love for you, you can lay down all that you see as fertilizer, even the parts you know are your fault and it is His to judge, not you. His is the higher power. It is His job.
If you have accepted His love how can you not accept His judgement of you? Can you only accept half of Him?. If you punish yourself you are doing His job. I was doing that, not knowing all of Him, not letting Him love me all the way. I couldn't accept it.
A Pardon is a gift. It is not law, not the rule. It is His to give where He will. We can't give it to ourselves and it is hard for us even to give to each other and really mean it. The law doesn't require pardon. His love gifts it to us. He already gave it to you. You only have to believe that and accept it. Then you have to see it.
I have beat myself up for years about letting go the children. Even believing it was best for them I saw me as unable to love them enough to stay and take care of them. I can't see the truth in everything but He showed me His judgement of it this morning. It was what he was talking with me about. Seeing what is. Seeing how He loves me.
The kids are back in my life and they love me. He brought them back to me years before I could even see the pardon in it. He had judged my actions toward them long ago and put them back in my life. It didn't have to turn out this way. If they never had spoken to me again I would have accepted that as right for them. But He brought them back to me.
Who am I to say He made a mistake? To continue to hurt myself with what I did then instead of just being glad I have them to love now was spoiling what I have with a hurt from my past. I had it buried, I thought, but it came back when I wrote it last week.
I thought about bringing it to them so they could say the words they may have in their hearts and I could help them deal with their feelings. I realized I could not heal them. He will have to bring that to them in His time, He may have already and I may never know because we don't discuss it.
Do I have a right to try to ease what was my shame by going to them for forgiveness with it? It might just open healing wounds again and what was the point to that? That I feel better? How loving would that be.
I took it to Him in prayer in my sleep I guess because that is where I was this morning. He already showed me the judgement. I just didn't see it. Now, with His word to me, I can. Thanking Him for the love of my children in my life, all three, I leave their hearts to Him knowing His power to heal in myself, I know it is there for all of us and them too. I can let it go.
As for how my decision has affected them, it is in His power of love to make it right for them in their hearts. He loves them better than I can. By seeing He has judged me good enough and let me have them back I can just be thankful to Him. I can quit hurting myself with my past actions. He says I did good enough. I needed to learn to accept it. I trust Him to heal their hearts for me.
I share what he gave me this morning. I see his judgement of me was given with grace before I even could see it. My judgement of myself was given with heartbreak and shame. He has not hurt me, I did. I let that go today and accept His judgement.
I think we lose our connection to Him when we fear Him. By only acceping His love and not His judgement we are only getting half the gift.
May you know all of Him.
I see that by accepting our judgement of ourselves we are saying we know better than He does what we deserve. We do not accept His judgement if we keep all the shames, crimes and sins we think we have done in our hearts. He can't touch them if we won't give them. He will not force them from us.
Acceptance is not just accepting the love He sends as He wills. We have to be willing to accept His judgement of us. Then we have to be able to see what it is.
We have to stop running ourselves down and hating ourselves for what we see as our crimes. Letting go of our judgement is hard. It is full of "yes, buts" and "I should have's" and excuses and "I can't forgive myselves".
The book says if you accept His love you will not be judged. Not that you will be let go after a time of payment but that you will not be held accountable. That was the gift He gave us. To live forever and not keep beating ourselves up for eternity. He takes it from us in love.
If you reach to the light once and accept His love for you, you can lay down all that you see as fertilizer, even the parts you know are your fault and it is His to judge, not you. His is the higher power. It is His job.
If you have accepted His love how can you not accept His judgement of you? Can you only accept half of Him?. If you punish yourself you are doing His job. I was doing that, not knowing all of Him, not letting Him love me all the way. I couldn't accept it.
A Pardon is a gift. It is not law, not the rule. It is His to give where He will. We can't give it to ourselves and it is hard for us even to give to each other and really mean it. The law doesn't require pardon. His love gifts it to us. He already gave it to you. You only have to believe that and accept it. Then you have to see it.
I have beat myself up for years about letting go the children. Even believing it was best for them I saw me as unable to love them enough to stay and take care of them. I can't see the truth in everything but He showed me His judgement of it this morning. It was what he was talking with me about. Seeing what is. Seeing how He loves me.
The kids are back in my life and they love me. He brought them back to me years before I could even see the pardon in it. He had judged my actions toward them long ago and put them back in my life. It didn't have to turn out this way. If they never had spoken to me again I would have accepted that as right for them. But He brought them back to me.
Who am I to say He made a mistake? To continue to hurt myself with what I did then instead of just being glad I have them to love now was spoiling what I have with a hurt from my past. I had it buried, I thought, but it came back when I wrote it last week.
I thought about bringing it to them so they could say the words they may have in their hearts and I could help them deal with their feelings. I realized I could not heal them. He will have to bring that to them in His time, He may have already and I may never know because we don't discuss it.
Do I have a right to try to ease what was my shame by going to them for forgiveness with it? It might just open healing wounds again and what was the point to that? That I feel better? How loving would that be.
I took it to Him in prayer in my sleep I guess because that is where I was this morning. He already showed me the judgement. I just didn't see it. Now, with His word to me, I can. Thanking Him for the love of my children in my life, all three, I leave their hearts to Him knowing His power to heal in myself, I know it is there for all of us and them too. I can let it go.
As for how my decision has affected them, it is in His power of love to make it right for them in their hearts. He loves them better than I can. By seeing He has judged me good enough and let me have them back I can just be thankful to Him. I can quit hurting myself with my past actions. He says I did good enough. I needed to learn to accept it. I trust Him to heal their hearts for me.
I share what he gave me this morning. I see his judgement of me was given with grace before I even could see it. My judgement of myself was given with heartbreak and shame. He has not hurt me, I did. I let that go today and accept His judgement.
I think we lose our connection to Him when we fear Him. By only acceping His love and not His judgement we are only getting half the gift.
May you know all of Him.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
What stops the healing?
Luke006:006 And it came to pass also on another sabbath, that he entered into the synagogue and taught: and there was a man whose right hand was withered. 006:008 ... and said to the man which had the withered hand, Rise up, and stand forth in the midst. And he arose and stood forth. 006:010 And looking round about upon them all, he said unto the man, Stretch forth thy hand. And he did so: and his hand was restored whole as the other.
Jesus probably got tired of trying to even hope we would ever see like he does; The way his pure loving truth sees. I don't think he healed that hand, in his mind, He only changed it. He gave the man what that man saw as perfection; His heart's desire.
I think that, for God's plan in that life, and what he wanted from the man, the withered hand was perfect in God's eyes. That man's other arm was strong and his other hand did for two. He knew lots that most of us hadn't had to learn.
The one handed man learned to offer more than just a hand. He was probably very caring to others, over looking things that were social or physical "flaws" in them. I know he wanted that kindness from them.
He had to think things out and problem solve just to put on his shoes as a child. He would be handy to have around when something needed to be figured out.
Having one hand that doesn't work teaches you different learnings in life than those who seem to be all alike in a perfection you perceive to be desirable. I think the things you learn expand your mind and make your heart more understanding toward others who have things they don't see as perfection either.
I don't think Jesus saw the withered hand as needing healing in his eyes, but the man he loved was unhappy with it, so he gave him what he wanted, to be like everyone else.
It was His grace and mercy He gave. He knew that man could not see the gift so he changed it for him to what he wanted most in his heart then he could grow in faith that Jesus and God loved him. The glory of the miracle is still there. The man with the now perfect hand would go on to other learnings after having that changed for him.
A short one learns to climb and a tall one how to bend and duck, and between them they can teach what they have learned to a medium tall person who can use both solutions to get by.We can't all learn everything, we help each other out.
Measuring and judging that social way we are taught leaves us missing the point. We are perfect as he created us. It's hard to accept ourselves and love us just the way we are. But we are His creations.
The blind man had learned to listen as those that see can not. I am sure his friends came often to talk to him when they had a problem.
The large learn to be gentle and careful, the deaf learn to watch closely. If we saw the perfection in the gift we could all learn from each other how to love like he does.
I try to learn what he teaches me with my life and use it to help others to see that they are perfect in his eyes, and no other eyes count. I forget a lot when I am looking at myself.
I try to remember not to judge others or how they walk here, it is perfect in his eyes and his love does not lie. It's hard to let that judgement I have learned here stay in His hands.
He cares what we carry in our hearts. While we are here we are flesh and he fills those needs too. But he is always shooting right to your heart to teach us how to love Him and trust he knows what he is doing.
He wants us to love and be joy filled, that is the only thing he asks. So I stumble on the best I can and I ask he teaches me to see like him.
That I am perfect as I stand, in his eyes and his love, and so is each of you. If we were all alike and perfect according to social rules we might not seek the depths of understanding and learning that we do. We would not care so well for others who struggle here.We would not love so deeply.
A love that accepts each as perfect as they are; to be willing to reach out a hand to give others what they see they need, to show them how to see their own perfection in Him; To teach them that He lives now and we will always live with Him; I strive for that.
Love Him and trust he leads us, love the one you are with, they are what he has sent us and trusted us to love. Not for him, he loves all that is, but with him, joining together in love between all of us as we walk. That is part of my learning here.
So I try to see each one and compare them to no other. I learn to let myself be just what I am in truth. He knows the truth of me and so I may as well let it shine right out there.
I love. I live. I try to keep on loving every day. I get sad and lonely, too. I'm not a spirit yet. But I know he guides me and that I get all my love from him. I just try to share it where I can.
So the answer to "What stops the healing?" may truely be, "Don't fix it if it ain't broke." as another said.
Jesus probably got tired of trying to even hope we would ever see like he does; The way his pure loving truth sees. I don't think he healed that hand, in his mind, He only changed it. He gave the man what that man saw as perfection; His heart's desire.
I think that, for God's plan in that life, and what he wanted from the man, the withered hand was perfect in God's eyes. That man's other arm was strong and his other hand did for two. He knew lots that most of us hadn't had to learn.
The one handed man learned to offer more than just a hand. He was probably very caring to others, over looking things that were social or physical "flaws" in them. I know he wanted that kindness from them.
He had to think things out and problem solve just to put on his shoes as a child. He would be handy to have around when something needed to be figured out.
Having one hand that doesn't work teaches you different learnings in life than those who seem to be all alike in a perfection you perceive to be desirable. I think the things you learn expand your mind and make your heart more understanding toward others who have things they don't see as perfection either.
I don't think Jesus saw the withered hand as needing healing in his eyes, but the man he loved was unhappy with it, so he gave him what he wanted, to be like everyone else.
It was His grace and mercy He gave. He knew that man could not see the gift so he changed it for him to what he wanted most in his heart then he could grow in faith that Jesus and God loved him. The glory of the miracle is still there. The man with the now perfect hand would go on to other learnings after having that changed for him.
A short one learns to climb and a tall one how to bend and duck, and between them they can teach what they have learned to a medium tall person who can use both solutions to get by.We can't all learn everything, we help each other out.
Measuring and judging that social way we are taught leaves us missing the point. We are perfect as he created us. It's hard to accept ourselves and love us just the way we are. But we are His creations.
The blind man had learned to listen as those that see can not. I am sure his friends came often to talk to him when they had a problem.
The large learn to be gentle and careful, the deaf learn to watch closely. If we saw the perfection in the gift we could all learn from each other how to love like he does.
I try to learn what he teaches me with my life and use it to help others to see that they are perfect in his eyes, and no other eyes count. I forget a lot when I am looking at myself.
I try to remember not to judge others or how they walk here, it is perfect in his eyes and his love does not lie. It's hard to let that judgement I have learned here stay in His hands.
He cares what we carry in our hearts. While we are here we are flesh and he fills those needs too. But he is always shooting right to your heart to teach us how to love Him and trust he knows what he is doing.
He wants us to love and be joy filled, that is the only thing he asks. So I stumble on the best I can and I ask he teaches me to see like him.
That I am perfect as I stand, in his eyes and his love, and so is each of you. If we were all alike and perfect according to social rules we might not seek the depths of understanding and learning that we do. We would not care so well for others who struggle here.We would not love so deeply.
A love that accepts each as perfect as they are; to be willing to reach out a hand to give others what they see they need, to show them how to see their own perfection in Him; To teach them that He lives now and we will always live with Him; I strive for that.
Love Him and trust he leads us, love the one you are with, they are what he has sent us and trusted us to love. Not for him, he loves all that is, but with him, joining together in love between all of us as we walk. That is part of my learning here.
So I try to see each one and compare them to no other. I learn to let myself be just what I am in truth. He knows the truth of me and so I may as well let it shine right out there.
I love. I live. I try to keep on loving every day. I get sad and lonely, too. I'm not a spirit yet. But I know he guides me and that I get all my love from him. I just try to share it where I can.
So the answer to "What stops the healing?" may truely be, "Don't fix it if it ain't broke." as another said.
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