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"Insights from Heaven,"
Prayer is a pathway to a rich and meaningful life in which time has no meaning.
Once someone starts a life of payer they are changed forever.
There is no going back.
The insights gained from the world around them are so powerful it is consuming.
When you have a life of payer you have a huge responsibility for those around you.
Prayer is the first line of defense for the heart and soul.
Otherwise they are left bruised and bleeding on the side of life's highway.
Prayer is to the soul what oxygen is to the heart life.
Whether we realize it or not we are actually comforted in the knowledge that someone we hold dear those who hold us up to the throne of heaven.
They care for us so deeply that they will seek daily solitude to strengthen their own relationship with the Lord.
In doing so they touch heaven for us. Our lives become more clear and focused.
Throughout their lives they have learned to to slip their hands into the Father's hand.
They help us not to drown in our daily struggles.
Our family, friends and neighbors uplift our concerns as much as possible.
Prayer will bring healing and strength to those who are weary.
God's love will flow from your heart to theirs to show that they are highly treasured.
His love has supernatural power and will bring life to those who honor Him.
Knowing the Father is always available.
It is a beautiful gift He bestows upon us.
"For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing."
2 Cor 2:15 (NIV)
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Christmas is not Rudolph, Frost, Santa Claus and Ho Ho Ho.
It is not Amazon, and black Friday. It is not what can I get?
Christmas is a celebration of the birth of baby Jesus.
A reminder that an inn keeper showed compassion.
The nativity scene glitters the truth of Jesus’ birth.
Surrounded by lambs, the gentlest of creatures, and a donkey.
Sought after by shepherds who followed God’s star.
Baby Jesus is the reason for the season, not Santa or elves.
Do you hear the child begging for food? The man crying?
Jesus is watching, hoping you will do the right thing.
The Lord of self-sacrifice, He wants you to step up.
To feed that child, to give that many an opportunity.
Christmas is the day we celebrate our Savior’s birth.
It is not an excuse to buy another Christmas tree.
Or a reason to max out our credit cards, to impress others.
Christmas is a day of hope, inspiration, light, and love.
Christmas, our Lord Jesus’ birth. Celebrate with compassion.
Celebrate with empathy for others – your friends and neighbors.
Do what Jesus would have done. Remember divinity. Be divine.
The poor, the sad, the downtrodden, are counting on you.
He begs me to come, but he's run out of luck
You won't catch me dead in that beat-up old truck!
It was painted blue...now the color is rust
But you can't be too sure...since it's covered in dust!...
The engine must idle, (about an hour is good)
You can feel the vibration, around the whole neighborhood
A life is at risk, if you go for a ride!
The windshield is broken, and leaks rain inside
It makes a weird noise, rides bumpy and rough
The dashboard is littered and covered with "stuff"
The seat cushion's torn, and it pokes at my rear
The dog sits beside us and licks at my ear
There's no place below us, for resting my feet
There's a hole in the floor, O my God, there's the street!!!
The windows don't close, so there's more than a breeze
Wrappers from Twinkies, a Burger King box...
One lonely old sneaker, and smelly old socks
Half a stale donut smashed down on the floor
Darn!! The dog beat me to it, and is looking for more!!
The muffler is loose, you can see the sparks fly
Dirty looks from the folks, who get smoke in their eyes
When we drive by the neighbors, I duck my head and I hide
I'm no Prima Donna....but I've still got some pride!!
He loves that old truck, he calls her a gem!
Make him choose between us??? ....I'd be out on a limb!!
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For Verlena Walker's Slamming Battle Contest
We will not be here forever, no matter how hard we try.
The sun will eventually burn out and this planet will definitely die.
Stop living in fear of the end and start living for today.
Wasting more time with division and hate is simply not the way.
Our days on Earth are numbered, every living creature including mankind.
Science can attest to this fact in every religion you will also find.
The end will come for us all, even this world will cease to thrive.
When all is said and done, there will be nothing left here alive.
We are faced with an opportunity, this one chance to truly live.
We must learn to love our neighbors, and teach our children how to forgive.
Enjoy each beautiful moment, under the sun, stars and moon.
Live everyday of your life, like the end is tomorrow at noon.
Places We Lived – First and Last
By Franklin Price
02/08/2022
Back in nineteen sixty-nine, Barb became my lovely bride
We bought our first house, from a friend, a grand Magnolia, double wide
The three of us moved in it; Daughter Dani, Barb and me.
Just married and were happy. We would see what we would see
We lived in it, for just a year. Then we sold it for a song.
Sold it for what we bought it. We just had to move along.
Through the years we lived in many and we made each one our home
Even lived in Plainville, Georgia , a little town real close Rome.
Some places big, some places small, Some rented, some were owned.
We always loved each other, some of the places, just condoned
We lived three years in Texas, in four places would reside.
Two were bought with VA loans. My time in Service was applied.
We mostly lived in Florida. After all, that's where we met.
It was there, we lived in many; one or two, I could forget.
Our love had grown throughout the years. Barb was still my youthful bride
We desired to spend retired years with a mountain countryside.
We moved to North Carolina, in God's country we would be
Dani Dawn was grown and married. It was only Barb and me
Bought a couple fixer uppers, one to live in, one to rent
The decision that we made back then, from God was heaven sent
Spent eight years in the live in, fixing almost everything
Surprise!, surprise!, when we were finished, we still wore each other's ring.
Good renters hard to come by, we put both places up for sale.
Could no longer be a landlord, or I would end up in the jail.
The place we lived in, sold in eight days, so we moved our stuff to town
Neighbors close, and also shopping; our final place to settle down.
That was seven years ago. We quickly made this house our place.
Barb was the decorator, now she looks upon God's the face
He came down, to ease her pain. That was just three weeks ago.
He lifted her to heaven where I'll join her when I go.
Until then, I'm staying here, in the last place we would own
She'll always be here with me, so I'll never be alone
If you ever come to Spindale, be you family or friend
Our door is always open, on our love you may depend.
A new day began, I sprained my right hand!
Then my furnace decided to "give up the ghost"
Neighbor brought friend who would understand;
soon, room became as warm as toast.
then it stopped dead--all was lost
my muse and I were doomed to frost.
Two electric, space heaters running twenty-four/seven!
It was twenty at night--temp's winter hat doff.
My electric bill was reaching toward the heavens
My muse preferred to scoff
while my toes were freezing off!
Probably Monday, a new one he could install.
It would cost one THOUSAND--I needed some air!
Opened my door, found my son standing tall!
A guy with tech background, drove here to share.
I needed a hero, and he was there!
My muse and I needn't despair.
Aren't sons and daughters a wonderful plan!
They will help with gusto and style.
And hero neighbors lending their helping hand!
Faulty solder fixed; the heat will soon beguile.
My hand needs a brace for a while;
and my muse? I saw a tiny smile.
The family outhouse wasn't just thrown together willy-nilly. Oh, no. It was an object of pride. A showcase of engineering and ingenuity and a symbol of prosperity. There was a true science used in the construction of 'the throne'.
It had to be built using only the best quality lumber. Generally, with 2" x 6" floor joist, cedar walls if possible but most likely just good white pine. Usually, the roof was just wood, but a fancy privy could have shingles and the la-ti-da privy might have had a tin roof. The roof slanted away from the side with the door towards the back to allow maximum rain roll-off. Also, you needed less height to sit on the crapper bench than you needed to drop your long-johns.
A standard structure was about 6 feet wide x 5 feet deep with the roof measuring approximately 8 feet tall at the highest point. Of course, those measurements would depend on whether it was your simple one-holer design or the more elaborate two-seater. A good coat of white paint would definitely set yours off from the neighbors and become the envy of the whole county. Don't make the door fit too tightly and remember to cut a crescent moon shape in it for proper ventilation and the only source of light.
A good supply of Montgomery Ward or Sears catalogs and a fly swatter were luxuries fit for the queen.
the important things
will often go unnoticed—
until you need them
I inherited the earth on a Monday
By Tuesday evening I had fixed it
So everyone knew how to speak a common language
Everyone was talking to their neighbors.
A great start I thought.
By Wednesday I had installed empathy and kindness
In all of the adults; I did not have to revamp the children or dogs.
They already have goodness. I wisely steered clear of the cats.
They are terrifying to even me, a brand new entity.
Nothing I say or do has any effect, they have minds of their own.
I let them be cats as they have always been.
On Thursday morning I noted that humans were helping each other.
Everyone was working for the common good in every single country.
All around the world teens were facetiming “hot teens” from other cultures.
Everyone was discussing their diverse holidays; they were excited!
On Friday I read human suggestions that rolled into my mailbox.
My subjects had determined that I was a good listener,
They knew I had their best interests at heart.
Everyone wanted to help me be the best deity I could be.
They loved me being their God.
You have made such a difference in my life! They said
Over and over, but in different writen languages.
Some of them I could not read.
So I gifted the world with a common writing language also.
On to Saturday.
On Saturday I gave the world pink grass, because I love pink.
Many complained. Some got sick. One or two could not stop crying.
I had made a mistake, so on Sunday I changed the grass back to green.
A few unicorn-cotton-candy-loving girls wanted a new God now.
Even God cannot please everybody.
For 75 years Israel has offered peace to her neighbors
the Arab response, 'Never!' -- be Israel's leaders Likud or Labor
From 1948 to 1967, before 'territories,' before 'occupation'
when Israel was an almost indefensible sliver of a nation
The Arabs promised time and again to 'throw the Jews into the sea'
There was no 'West Bank' or Gaza, they meant Haifa and Tel Aviv
From ’48 on, Egypt and Jordan have kept Palestinians in refugee camps
And, O, how the pressure from the world has climbed up the ramp
Zionism became racism, Jews the ‘evil oppressors’
In 1956, ’67, ’73, ’82, ’87, 2000, the Arabs waged war and intifadas to
become our successors
Under Rabin and again under Barak, Israel offered Palestinians a state
over 90% of Gaza and the ‘West Bank,’ Pres. Clinton said ‘That’s great!’
But Yasir Arafat said Never! His one and only goal was to kill all the Jews
--It had gotten to be depressingly old news
In 2005, Arik Sharon pulled out of Gaza, no more ‘Israeli occupation’ there
What happened next? Hamas took over, but the world didn’t care …
In 2023 Israel’s still termed ‘the occupier’ – by Arab sympathizers
But after the Oct. 07 atrocities, the game’s up for them
~ 75 years of peace offers just expired
When I visited Victor today,
overwhelming stench drove me away.
We stood outside and talked.
I complained, and he balked:
“Don’t be mean. I can’t help it. OKAY?”
He let loose with a string of loud pops.
Neighbors fearing gunfire called the cops!
There would be no arrest,
but at neighbors’ behest,
they said, “Sir, make sure this problem stops.”
The police are now summoned no more.
There’s a problem, but not like before,
one that cannot be heard;
thus, no neighbors are stirred,
fearing terror of gunplay’s in store.
Victor has diarrhea a lot,
spending hours a day on the pot.
I declared, “We will go
to the doctor. He’ll know
how to diagnose just what you’ve got!”
Sugar-free treats, as Victor now knows,
were the cause of his gas and poop woes.
Way too many he ate.
Though he thought they were great,
doctor’s orders he did not oppose.
Victor called: “Come and visit me, please.”
I approached his front porch; on the breeze,
came an unpleasant smell.
Before long I could tell
he loves pintos and limburger cheese!