Raining in the Reign

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Lightning from afar signals a war is going on, but not here on earth. A disgruntled God commands His angels to disburse, for Satan’s reign is about to end. Days of drought plague our hearts as souls need water to flourish spirits. Only God knows the day and hour Satan’s reign will come to an end and the heavens will order the change of command. And in the early morning light, some speak to God our Creator telling Him; please let it rain!

So, we listen to the mighty music of the rumbling, heavenly clouds. Even Satan hates the sound of thunder. It’s only God who controls the power to overturn hardships we endure on earth. Let the storms roll in and bring us relief! We feel peace as we take a deep breath and smell the heavens through the scent of rain.

Many today ask if God really exists in our world. They believe life is a little less than magical because they never experience its miracles. As Satan’s drought withers away in the refreshing rain, I ponder…. why does God wait so long to deliver His blessings?

God’s timing is perfect in everything! He is accomplishing His divine purposes in our life. It prevails in all our storms, whether in heaven or here on earth. Some miracles take a very long time and others happen in a flash. They come both great and small. There are those who think incidents are a coincidence when actually it is a small miracle. God wants to show us that he is real and loves us. He greets His people through supernatural experiences!

You must be prepared to know the difference between Satan’s rain and God’s reign. Observe the lightning; listen to the thunder, for it is where you’ll find our Father high above, watching over us. Your prayers and problems are catered to by God, who is always listening if only you would speak to him in the silence before the storm.

Raining or Reigning


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“Happy Father’s Day,” Dad

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I dedicate this day to my father who was a godly man and who only sought the best for his two sons. He weathered his own personal trials and fought the system to protect his dignity. My dad graduated from William & Mary College and served as a Commissioned and Warrant Officer of the US Naval Reserve. He was a test pilot during WWII where he flew solo the first mechanical PBY and later the P-71 Mustang. Pop was larger than life. He was a man of poise, distinction, and honor, and his 6’2” stature grew as I looked up to him in my childhood days. He never needed an introduction.

Pop’s hobbies included boat building, hunting, and most of all, being a father. But things in 1955 went south as he and Mom went their separate ways. There were unaccounted times and many questions left unanswered, but sometimes in life, we just have to come to our own summation. I remember being deprived of visiting him on weekends. I didn’t understand the value of distinction. Only God could prepare my innocence – I needed the endurance later down the road.

My dad passed away after thirteen Father’s Days, so we never had a chance to do much together. Throwing a ball, swinging a bat, and playing catch, as most kids do with their fathers was out of the question. If I saw him, it was rare. Even now, my heart pales at the thought of him and tears fester from the altercation. We both deserved better.

Now, it’s my brother and I, on this Father’s Day, who commemorate the man we tried to be like many times. Life is short at best, and a glimpse is all I remember this day. But we call each other every year, still, and wish Pop well in heaven as his holiday is celebrated with God. So, I guess we’ll each wait our turn to enjoy the moments in life we missed with our father. God bless you, Pop!

To those whose fathers remain here on earth, pick up the phone and say “I love you, Dad,” and wish him the best. After all, it is he who helped bring you into this world. And, God bless the little boys who’ll soon be called “Dad.” The day will come when your sons will exonerate you too!

Happy Father’s Day to all those special fathers!

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Dana and Goliath

As you read this blog, please pray for the author, Dana, as yet another publisher, #4, has fallen through the cracks for his new book. This tormented piece was written with many emotions and frustrations.
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I sit in disbelief. The gentle winds feel refreshing, but the big mills of the system still exhaust my very existence. I write my memoirs I receive from heaven as I believe I’m connected to a higher power. God only anoints certain people with miracles and I know I’m one of them. Feeling like Moses, I sweat at the thought, and at times I’m in disbelief. How do I cross many lanes of the highway’s vast interchange without being killed? The world has become a conglomerate of books and stories washed up by the beach. Crashing waters cave in!

Feeling as though I am David, standing on a hill staring at Goliath, I left my flock to conquer a monster. In the name of Jesus, God brought me thus far for purposes unknown. I trace my steps and ask the Lord, “Where are you leading me? Why are there so many roadblocks as I try to produce the gift you’ve given me? I suffer from disillusionment, yet I stay focused. I suffer financially, yet I’m a half a step from being penniless. You’ve brought me love and joy I’ve never known. But, I am lost in a maze as the haze clouds my intentions. Where am I going, Lord?”

My energies are mixed, and emotions stymie me. I’ve come to a fork in the road. What should I choose – give up on fate or follow my faith like David? It’s God I must stay centered on for answers. There has to be a purpose for Him to grant me such a miraculous gift.

Lord, I’m not a writer as most authors I know, yet millions think different. I am flawed, imperfect, and I struggle to refrain from sin too. I’m no better than one who is reading this message. But God, you have a purpose; I am certain. How long must I wait? The tribulations seem endless. I’ll stay in prayer; not for me, but for the gift you bestowed upon me. Please, Father, guide me through these mills of the system, and protect my enthusiasm for it, too, is clouded over.

I’m at the close of another road of disappointment. I’ve turned around, though life has no reverse. God give me the strength to stare down the Goliath. Evil is everywhere! Let there be more hope than just a mustard seed in my palm. I must remember my purpose in life and conquer…. in the name of Jesus.

Dana and Goliath

 

Currant Pie

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I reached for a recipe in the early morning light of the holiday. My family came from far and wide to join in the festivities. We joined together to celebrate life and to thank God for one another. It was an awesome time to make memories. For generations, our family’s tradition included the ever so sweet Currant pie. But as this metaphor unfolds, it makes me wonder if some people can relate.

The flour spread across the bar counter, but we realized later, we should have cheated on the pie crust and bought it in the store. Mixing bowls decorated the kitchen and measuring cups stood silently waiting. This gem of a dessert was ready to bake in the oven. We set the timer and prepared dinner.

About 45 minutes later, we took the pie out of the oven, and it looked alright except it didn’t rise properly. We said grace and had a wonderful dinner – ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, beets and golden rolls fit for a king. Then it was time to devour the pie, so we cleared the table and sat it in front of everyone. Anticipating the first bite, my beloved brother suddenly said, “Oh no! I forgot the eggs in the dough”!

Some occasions in life, oddly enough, resembles lessons God teaches us. And yet years go by, and the love of memories become a metaphor. I realize that recipes are like some people, particularly Christians. They search for answers because a little something missing – an essential ingredient for joy and completeness. They live their life, perhaps walking the straight and narrow, but their Christian deeds are just a little shy with the measuring cup.

We must realize without God we are incomplete. It doesn’t matter how sweet you are; you’ll never rise without serving our Lord! He should be the main ingredient in your life, just like eggs in a recipe. Make sure when you come to the table to give grace to our Father that you are the best measurement you can be. How can you accomplish this? Offer your help to those in need; study the Bible daily; be active in your community; and most importantly, share His good word.

Currant Pie


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Infants of the Infantry

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It’s 5 am, and the town’s still dark. Flags lining the main street hang low like there’s no tomorrow. Winding roadways glare with oncoming headlights, and my love is calling me home. The dawn’s very early light ignites the sky reminding me there’s still a war yet to win.

My mind shifts gears, and I wonder what happened to the infants of the infantry. Dead men are hailing, and POWs are released all in the name of our Father. It’s time for them to return home to resurrect their family’s lives.

Flags somberly post at half-mast for the young men who gave up the ghost before their time. Battle cries scream behind the walls of plastered domes with velvet upholstery. God, I ask you to anoint the fallen and to follow Christ in his crusade.

We are all made in His light, and each person deserves the right to be equally heard. Who are they, in tarnished ties, that speak in tongues we can’t surmise? I only pray the day will come when the government and its people will harmonize and sing the same song.

Lines are drawn, and states divide; parents fight and children cry. There doesn’t seem to be a recourse of action. The heavens beacon the entangled righteous and remaining neutral, now, is unimaginable. We gather holding hands. Our only ruler is the almighty Father. We must put inhibitions aside and realize our children, the infants of the infantry, are at our demise.

Let us reconstruct our way of life, somberly saluting those flags hanging low in the night. They remain to guard the innocent eyes so they may quietly sleep till morning arrives. God bless you, and God bless our great nation!

Infants of the Infantry verse


 

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And The Rains Came

Are You Witnessing Too?


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Big trees sway, musically orchestrated by the conductor who waives His baton to commence the performance. In the background, percussions give life to the motion. The rains came, and angels with wings call to the heavens, “Let us dance!” A curtain of clouds draw nearer, and the lights dim.

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The drums sound from the heavens – God is coming, God is coming! Drumsticks ping on the cymbals resembling rain. Angels spread their wings to protect the innocent from harm. Our Almighty Creator now reigns in the hearts of men. The symphony cries out an overture from the past, for God, once again, makes the rain last forever.

Angels in white robes chant as loud as they can to raise the dead, “Sing with us all ye at rest.” In His mighty voice, God speaks to all the graves, “Release the saved and return them to ME!”

The symphony’s somber notes are no match to the exorbitant trumpets. Purifying the filth, heaven comes to reclaim its world…. and the rains came.

The resilience of the harps are enlightened, and cymbals chime like the rains. God prevails!

A tiny stick, the magical wand, directs the unrehearsed symphony to continue harmoniously onward. Not one soul can predict the magnitude of Christ’s coming!

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The sun bursts and its resilient rays pierce the surface of the earth – the chosen will go first. Heavens of ocean blue showers the countryside. All God’s creations grow to magnificent proportions. Life is born again…. as the rains came.

Pragmatically, Christ reclaims His followers. The Lord now reigns upon Satan’s soil – where the big trees sway like an orchestrated wave by a little baton, keeping time in everything God creates.

Amongst the white robes, the percussion dims yet the cymbals still ping. From the heavens, diamonds appear out of the blue, and the streets are gold…. and the rains came.

Are you witnessing too?

And The Rains Came verse


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SIWO Global News 16th May 2018 #30

Knowledge is Wealth

(For sharing, discussing, liking, comments)

Pageboy and Bridesmaid

Catherine and Prince William’s children, George and Charlotte will be one of the pageboys and bridesmaids at the wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan.  The first rehearsal is tomorrow amid tight security. The Royal Wedding team and companies  with Royal Warrant make the military coats, uniforms and ceremonial tunics, the printers were responsible for the invites.

North Korea threatens to call off US meeting.

Kim Jong Un threatened to pull out of the meeting with President Trump.  He does not want the US to pressure him to give up the nuclear weapons. He also thinks the joint military exercise by US and South Korea is meant to be an invasion on North Korea.

Two Paliamentary Committee the Business Select Committee accuse Carillion

The Working Pensions Committee and the Business Select Committee accuse Carillion bosses of  ” stuffing their mouths with gold” while neglecting their staff who are now going without jobs and pensions.  The bosses have rejected these accusations.

NMC  criticised for failing mothers and babies in Cumbria

The NMC is criticised for neglecting the welfare of bereaved families and not handling the concern about some midwives. There were number of maternal deaths in the Crumbia Hospital as well as a baby’s death from 2094-2013.  The Professional Standard Authority made these observations.

Inspirational Story

The wonder of kindness

On the recent Mother’s Day a mother-of-two, Brenda Pearsons, received the best surprise gift from a customer who was a truck driver.  On talking to Brenda  while waiting for his food, David Platt found she had fallen on hard times.  She did this waiting job in the 4 star diner in Roland, Mississippi to help her make ends meet.  The cheeseburger he ordered was taking a bit long because the cooks got the order wrong. They talked about the Lord and her children.  When he finished Platt left her a tip of $1000.

He came back an hour later to buy a pie and again left her a tip of  $1000.  Brenda was so surprised, a gift like this and not even from her children.  Platt was humble and said “money as just paper or numbers on a screen.”  The interviewer said Platt considered helping people as adding something to the world, an investment and people are important.

#SIWO GNEWS #30

Content from BBC news. Channel 5.

SIWO REPORTER: SUSANNA DZIWORSHIE

Be careful Be joyful Be peaceful