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August 9 Scripture Meditations Based on Ezekiel 12-17
Key Verse – Ezekiel 14:6 Therefore say unto the house of Israel, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Repent, and turn yourselves from your idols; and turn away your faces from all your abominations.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CALLING ME TO REPENT
Thank You for calling me to repent from my idolatry
Toward Your truthful glory
As You chastise my transgressions with Your forgiveness-victory…
Please keep me in Your life-building ministry.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my abominations
Toward Your cleansing functions
As You wash my evil deeds with Your purging sanctifications…
Please soak me into Your heart-purifying instructions.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my iniquities
Toward Your transforming sensibilities
As You convert my character with Your perfection-qualities…
Please mold me by Your attitude-training abilities.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my defilements
Toward Your hallowing agreements
As You correct my errors with Your standard measurements…
Please teach me through Your step-directing requirements.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my unrighteousness
Toward Your compassionate holiness
As You purge my confessed sins with Your pardon-goodness…
Please strengthen me by Your faith-refining mightiness.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my trespasses
Toward Your empowering processes
As You replace my mischief-curses with Your deliverance-braces…
Please lift me up through Your spirit-reviving forces.
Thank You for calling me to repent from my misbehaving
Toward Your wonderful loving
As You control my carnal impulses with Your principle-rules’ proving…
Please uphold me as I keep on striving according to Your conviction-driving.
August 9, 2022
The Maintenance staff treats you with care!
No matter what happens, they'll always be there!
You never have to worry if something goes astray!
Frank and Joshua are here to save the day!
With great caring and commitment to this place we call home!
You will never ever feel alone!
They will always give it their all!
And take care of everything - large and small!
The kindness and respect they show everybody here!
We will always hold in our hearts very dear!
It's not just a job to them - it's a calling from the heart!
To be compassionate and thoughtful as well as knowledgeable and smart!
I just hope that they know they're appreciated and admired by everybody in this place!
Their uplifting spirit and presence can never be replaced!
So, thank you once more to Frank and Joshua, you mean more to us than we could ever express!
Because of you, Rise at Bartram Park is the absolute best!
Age is just a number
It's not a true sign
that one who is a senior
is not in their right mind
Age is just a number
it does not matter all that much
as long as you're a child of God
you will feel His merciful touch
I've always believed that the older one gets
the more one is filled with God's Holy Spirit
And I've always believed that like a fine expensive wine
as one gets older, you only get better with time
Age is just a number
getting old shouldn't make you feel sad
as far as I'm concerned
getting old ain't so bad
You might now need a walker or a cane
As arthritis and bursitis are your new middle name
You now have a fabulous head of hair that's silver or gray
But that's just maturity and wisdom on full display
People might start calling you "Pops" or "Ma'am"
or referring to you as an "Old Vet"
but just because there's snow on the rooftop
does not mean the fire in the furnace is out yet
So bask in the wisdom that comes with age
and savor the prime of your life
as age is only a number
it does not matter in your walk with Christ
Just simply enjoy the respect and honor
of attaining a ripe old age
as the "Baby Boomers" are becoming seniors
getting old is now all the rage
Hunker down folks, this storm is a big one,
Urgent warnings of danger prevail.
Rushing to gather all supplies needed,
Race against time to prepare for the worst.
It's getting stronger, moving closer....
Continuous rain falls, flooding streets,
Angry winds roar and destroy.
No one is safe in the path of this beast.
Evacuate if you can.
Michael came calling one October day.
Intense and aggressive he pounded the coast,
Chaos and devastation he left in his wake.
Homes were turned into piles of debris,
A heartbreaking sight for all to see.
Epic destruction for miles around,
Losses so staggering, yet faith abounds.
*Just an opinion: Ignore if you choose.
Burn the city down, they yell!
Crowds march chanting, screaming
It’s not like they haven’t already done it
So the threat is real, but goes ignored
Allowed as if this is all ‘peaceful’
Negative comments about them are refrained, not said
The rest of us wait for violence, to break out in darkness
Then wake to hear about what is lost next
The media mostly do not care
Police are mainly told to stand down
These rioters rule the streets these days
Oh, but there are more things to care about…
Like calling infiltrated protesters who entered the capital
- Domestic Terrorists -
Hypocrisy has no bounds while unity cannot be one way!
Heidi Sands
2/7/21
Love prances into my heart
Zinging me with her arrows
Twirling my emotions
For I do not choose who I love
It happens naturally, instantly, suddenly
Love causes me heartache when there is a death
Smacking me upside the head
With the realization I cannot fix everything
I cannot fix anything
And I especially cannot fix cancer
Love oozes into my eyes
When my grandchildren come calling
When I get to hug them, when masks are not an issue
Love causes me all kinds of delight
When there is not a pandemic
But love keeps me away from them because of it right now
Love has her own way, makes her own truth,
Love shakes me, makes me, and sometimes breaks me.
Love is all powerful.
God is love
But I love who I love who I love
And nothing can change that
Why would I want to try?
I see the mist out there where the pier disappears into the sea.
It was fifty years since I last saw this place. The same fifty years I’d not seen thee.
I found the courage to step onto the pier.
I heard the boards creek under foot and in an instance then I knew.
The smell and sounds were all the same.
Like the years gone by I’d never knew.
I saw the magnifying glass that took the old penny coin.
I remembered the smile on your face. The way your hair in the summer sun moved. I remember the sunlight on your face.
They told me that you’d gone away - to foreign shores anew.
You’d built a life under a different sky to the one that once both we knew.
I stand here on the pier where it meets the sea. I stand here and tears form in my eyes for the love that once knew me.
I here footsteps behind the tide coming closer but I hear something from the sea.
I look and watch the waves crash into the pier and I know it’s calling me.
A voice calls in the wind. A voice I know from deep within. I turn to see where it comes from then set like solid stone.
A hand reaches out to me and my eyes follow up the arm. I see a face with concerned eyes and then I see a memory so lovely and so warm.
I struggle to find words come alive, the years crash all around.
Those smiling eyes.
That face I knew.
I have to try…
‘Is it really you’
He was calling her who was calling him who had been
thinking about her who had been thinking about him who
wanted to maybe have dinner with her who had picked a
cozy little restaurant to nonchalantly suggest to him who
doubted he had a chance with her who couldn’t really
imagine why she would interest him who had had to
blowtorch his cold feet to call her who was battling
hyperactive butterflies because she had never been the
type to make the first move until she met him who hadn’t
been able to focus on anything but her who had been having
daydreams day and night about him who was already
forgetting his well-rehearsed opening lines while calling her
who was blushing a radioactive scarlet while calling him
who was half-expecting a “Sorry? Who?” from her who was
ready to bail at the first sign of disinterest from him who
then heard the busy signal and figured some guy with a
fast car must be wooing her who heard the busy signal and
assumed some girl prettier than herself must be cooing at
him who hung up the phone and decided to pick another
time to call her who clicked off the phone with a sigh of relief
and never got brave enough again to call him who by and by
abandoned the idea of calling her.
Form:
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My life is but a leaf atop an ocean flowing bliss,
on waves of firm conclusions built on reasons that I miss
I take each day as it does come in mystic falling beams
to fill the many corners of my multicolored dreams
Up and down in freedom form the open waters dance,
smooth the real transition to the tremors of romance
Vast the far horizons come to choose what they may show,
as I rest so peaceful within southern breezes flow
Timeless counted visions that do soar about my mind,
pictures painted perfect of the wisdom I might find
Stories told that hold the thoughts in words another writes,
entertainment spawned of many days and many nights
Now I float upon these waves, a far off distance shore,
to hold the one of wondrous grace my heart it does adore
I shall come a calling on the eve of loving ways,
to know in calculation we have reached eternal days
Adrift among the numbers of the minutes that we see,
the tide shall come a waning as the moon brings you to me
Beneath these stars of evermore which brightly shine aglow,
sending forth the message of a truth you long to know
Lift me now my angel from this aqua blue marine,
gently for to cradle in this moment found serene
Of this golden fantasy I come to see it’s true,
this love that I’ve been waiting for lies in the heart of you
So here along the foaming frame, an outline of the beach,
to know time is the student of the hours that we teach
I spend my life in harmony beneath blue skies above
and share my world with you upon an endless sea of love
Every October here in the UK we set the clocks back by an hour
It’s gives you a feeling of turning back time, one tiny moment of power
It’s meant to be done at two in the morning but that doesn't come with a warning
Some folk it is said do it just before bed and the morn is an hour late dawning
But tonight is a fix, BBC and Netflix are trying to mess with my head
The rubbish they’re showing is hardly mind blowing, I’ll go to bed early instead
This October Sunday decreed as the one day to turn back those hands as is said
The hour we borrow, I could take tomorrow, but I’ll change them now and then bed
But then of all things my bloody phone rings, my mum says the clocks change tonight
Early is fine but not before nine, or the order of things will take flight
I told her I might have a real early night, so I’ll change the clocks now I said
She sounded irate, but it’s only eight... it’s bad luck and you could be dead
With thanks for the warning I thanked her for calling and told her don’t mess with my head
There aren’t any ghoulies or gargoyles or gremlins to strike when the hour is shed
So all of my clocks I knocked one hour off and then I went straight up to bed
The stairs I would climb in that moment in time never occurred in my head
But then of all things my bloody phone rings, my mum says the clocks change tonight
Early is fine but not before nine, or the order of things will take flight
I told her I might have a real early night, so I’ll change the clocks now I said
She sounded irate, but it’s only eight... it’s bad luck and you could be dead
With thanks for the warning I thanked her for calling and told her don’t mess with my head
There aren’t any ghoulies or gargoyles or gremlins to strike when the hour is shed
So all of my clocks I knocked one hour off and then I went straight up to bed
The stairs I would climb in that moment in time never occurred in my head
But then of all things my bloody phone rings...
27 May 2021
Contest: Time
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke