“With all my worldly goods I thee endow.”

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It came to me this morning, as I lay snug in my bed
The words they say at weddings can be claimed by us instead.
The bride of Christ is promised far more than mortal man.
Our bridegroom is more wealthy, meet all our dreams, he can.
The cattle on a thousand hills, the wealth in every mine,
The gifts of love, endurance, those harder to define.
When we entered in this settlement, and made of Him our own,
The earth received at His right hand, wherever we may roam.
And so at last we come to see, the riches we might claim
If we believe our wedding gifts and claim them in His name.

Lighting the darkness.

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When night consumes the sky, the brilliant sun is gone,
The moon reflects it’s light to comfort unto dawn.
Though joy and laughter dim, and dreadful shadows fall
God’s reflected love is with us through it all.
The sun’s not vanished from the sky, though we see it not.
It’s just not in our present gaze, its brilliance we forgot.
Earth’s spinning surface turns away, the golden light erased
On its surface we perceive the situation’s changed.
But when the moon is on the rise, we know the sun’s still there
And gazing at its haloed glow are lifted from despair.
But more than this, we can embrace the shadow of the night
Knowing that the times of dark enhance our own small light.
For as the glory of the sun, by day outshines the moon
When life grows dark our smaller lights become reflective soon.

River walk.

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The water it can teach you, if you linger so
Tell you of the secrets it learned so long ago.
Tell you how in flowing, rough rocks it wears away,
How to surf the rapids like a child within at play.
It does not try to force its way when stones obscure its course
It flows around, soft yielding, born from a humble source.
First born in the creation, preceding even light
It’s learnt in all its flowing not to put up a fight.
Transformed and recreated, cleansed and born afresh
It’s cycle oft repeated, it journeys on at rest.
T’was there at the creation, still it with us bides,
A glorious acquisition with all its waves and tides.
It dwells also within us, within each living thing
It cleans, refreshes, binds us, to all the earth as kin.
So listen to God’s waters, as they play a soothing tune,
And yield to higher purpose, of earth and man and moon.

A big fat lie!

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Listen closely, you may hear a low growl coming from me as I browse supermarket shelves. Few things make me growl, but that does. Why? (This is where I lose most of my male readers. lol! Bye guys!)
It’s the big “low fat” lie that invades every shelf. Why does that anger me? Because of the greed and lack of love. Manufacturers know the truth, but are prepared to continue exploiting a lie in order to line their pockets, at the expense of the health of their clientele.
The whole “fat is bad” ideology, while shaky to begin with, was totally debunked some years ago. Read a recent book on nutrition, rather than another dietary fad book and you’ll find good fat extolled as a hero and almost all fat (saving those supposedly healthy vegetable cooking oils)a needed part of the diet. Fat does not make you fat or cause heart disease etc. It’s all a lie. Originally based on scientific findings, accidentally leading to a wrong conclusion, the low-fat ideology began in innocence. It was always a lie, but before they didn’t know it, now they do. which to my mind makes them accountable.
Also, manufacturers have to put all kinds of nasties in to cover the fact that foods don’t taste good minus fat (look at the ingredient lists if you don’t believe me.) So, not only are we being cheated of the natural fats we need but we are being overloaded with sugar and chemicals (the real baddies)to make up for it and it shows in national health and obesity levels.
Shopping has become a matter of trying to find the healthy whole fat version among a great proliferation of low-fat versions. Of course, these are just some of the cons going on at the supermarket health-wise, but there are many fantastic blogs that deal better with this. I should leave it to them. However, when I see an unhealthy looking, overweight mum with her trolley loaded with low-fat items, thinking she’s “being good”, I can hardly contain myself. I can never understand exploitation, it just doesn’t make sense to me, how could someone live with that?
OK, rant over lol! have a great day!

Excess of joy or sorrow.

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I was born while the “stiff upper lip” brand of English was still in evidence. I learned from a child to be strong and keep my emotions on a tight leash. There is something to be said for this early training. I could never have survived and successfully brought up my kids alone without it. You set your feelings aside for the sake of others in order to deal with whatever crisis may arise.
Only in my senior years have I felt able to give my tears free range and I’ve come to realise, for me the things that bring tears most readily are intense joy, beauty and the moving of God’s spirit. It’s very seldom they come from sadness, perhaps my early training precludes much of this, or perhaps I just have a blessed life.
We are often embarrassed when tears come in public, (I still always try to quench them – tears are humbling lol!). However, if I examine my reaction to tears in others they bring feelings of compassion, empathy, and camaraderie.We feel close to those that cry for whatever reason. I don’t mean those self-seeking sorts that cry buckets for attention and think the world revolves around them, but rather those who humbly allow others this glimpse into their inner being, their joy and their sorrow.

Heavenly perceptions.

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Lord, be close upon this day.
Make me kind in every way.
Help me see things as you do
To keep my smile the whole way through.
Help me hear the things you hear
A bird’s song bright or stifled tear.
Help me smell the things you smell
A fragrant prayer, a blast from hell.
Help me taste the things you taste
Food in bounty, laid to waste.
Help me feel the things you feel
That all earth’s sorrows you could heal.
Help me know the things you know
That in rejoicing life may flow.