How strange that something as small as a tooth can give such  incredible pain! I spent Thursday night in some of the worst pain I’ve ever experienced (I’d choose childbirth over it any day!) Think of the pain when a dentist’s drill accidentally touches a nerve, but continuous for hours on end. Painkillers had no effect whatsoever. I couldn’t touch one side of my face and head and could feel my swollen cheek pressing between my teeth. All I could do was try to hold out till morning when I could phone my dentist.

Finally, around 4am. I reached the end of my strength and control as it seemed to come in ever intensifying waves, I tried not to scream and told God frantically in prayer that He’d promised not to tempt us above what we are able (I was already all prayed up by this time lol).

I had a sensation of something giving way and slowly the pain ebbed. Exhausted, I fell asleep instantly to awake pain free (though with a highly sensitive area I didn’t dare try to touch).

I was overwhelmed by the total bliss of being without pain. I’d taken it for granted. Everything was so good by comparison. I could again snuggle into my pillow, i could think of other things beside the pain. I could enjoy my life again. Reaching for my morning devotional book every word seemed to come alive with vibrant meaning. A great peace came on my soul as if the pain had cleansed away all the dross. I never ever want to go through something like that again and yet even this held a silver lining.

I cannot conceive what it must be like to live in constant pain. I have great respect for folks that do this. I know I’m not strong enough to bear it, but my prayer is that, like me, at some point they can have the total bliss of being minus pain.

So Who is Satan Anyhow?


from October 2014 (since it’s that day again!)

Song Bird Songs


Whether you consider him mythical, symbolic or an actual entity, with Halloween approaching in all its lurid costumes it’s surprising how few folks know his origins.
The story is told in the Bible that Satan was once God’s top man, (or angel) the light bearer, powerful and beautiful beyond imagination. His body embellished with music he led the praise of God. So what happened? Basically it seems it wasn’t enough for Satan being the supreme angel. In his pride he wanted to be God, to be worshiped, therefore he rebelled persuading a third of the angels to join him.
He’s described as “the Prince of the Air” and “the father of lies.” The most common caricature of Satan is a little guy with horns and a tail but I would probably depict him as a handsome, impeccably dressed, intellectual, smooth tongued and alluring, only the eyes giving him away as…

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Well done denmark!



Not only this but I know from my daughter (who married a Dane and lives there) that social services there not only work, but are administered in a very practical, as well as compassionate way. An example she told me – if you are unemployed social services will give you basic income to live on, but (if you are not disabled etc.) only if you agree you to study a field where more people are needed. This further education is free and linked to your study (stop studying and the income stops). This is a win, win, idea for both parties. Eventually you graduate, get employed and begin to pay taxes. Denmark invests is her most important resource – her people!

Live Like a Bird!


from October 2014

Song Bird Songs

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I watched a bird upon a fragile stem;
It seemed it would surely break with him;
He did not seem to worry or to mind,
For all his swaying in the wind.
He sat erect & sang his lilting song
He felt so very sure, so very strong.

(“Oldie goldie” poem I came accross. Don’t know the author.)

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Chains of life.



He dipped his pen into the inkpot, drawing, designing. Like an artist, every curve, color and hue, every movement, synchronization, function carefully planned. He set down the pen and a bright insect flew from the page. I sprang back in amazement.

Looking up, he smiled. “Do you like it?”

“Oh yes! That’s incredible! How did you do it?”

“Come, there’s more to see.”

He took me to a vast screen reminiscent of the matrix’s  jumbled number texts. Shining, yellow gold spirals gleamed, separate, yet joined by some invisible threads, surging in vital energy to form glistening chains of moving, glowing light rushing through the darkness as if eager to reach some far off point. Thousands of DNA chromosomes to be passed from generation to generation were intertwining, chains upon chains of life reeling through eternity.

He waved his hand across the screen and a vast support system materialized, air, oceans, sun, moon, plants, trees, even flowers all dependent on each other, woven into an incredibly complex web, a vast mass of intersecting golden chains of life. My heart pounded with elation at this melding of art, design, science and creativity. He seemed happy for my delight.

“You could not begin to understand the complexity, or the joy I experienced when the last chain was forged and leapt into being, intermingled, teeming with life,” He confided.

His eyes looked tired. I turned to go. I had remembered, “On the seventh day God rested.”