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January 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 19-21
Key Verse – Exodus 19:3-4 And Moses went up unto God, and the LORD called unto him out of the mountain, saying, Thus shalt thou say to the house of Jacob, and tell the children of Israel; Ye have seen what I did unto the Egyptians, and how I bare you on eagles' wings, and brought you unto myself.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO BEARS US ON EAGLES’ WINGS
Praise be to God for bearing us on eagles’ wings to:
Bring us to His will as His peculiar treasures
Bless us by His ways as His privileged trustees
Build us up by His Word as His profitable teachers
Brace us along His ways as His provided trainees
Exodus 20:5 Praise be to the Lord for declaring to us
that He is a jealous God; thus, we must:
Love Him wholeheartedly
Listen to Him well
Lean on Him willingly
Learn from Him wisely
Look to Him worshipfully
Exodus 21:3 Praise be to the Saviour for appointing a place
for us so we can stay in His fortress, fleeing from:
Temptations and disaster
Trials and difficulties
Tests and despair
Tribulations and deceit
Travails and discouragements
Troubles and dread
Threats and disarray
Terrors and dismay. Amen!
January 24, 2024
Smell The Season Sunshine
Sunlight sparkles dance a fervent ballet on the lake waking up summer
solitude.
Walk outside and breathe the pine fragrance in,
smell the season sunshine, you really can.
Listen for the good morning call of the loon.
Spear-like feathers,
focused red eyes,
a checkered neck, she ____glides_____.
Can you spot a dragonfly darting?
Watch a splashing duck diving?
Hear the tiny buzzing of a ruby-throated acrobat sipping?
Nearby there are petite, peeking heads poking through pine needles.
They are turtles, turning over leaves, tasting worms for a treat, neat!
Exposed by a ray of sunshine on a little moss carpet, fat, furry cheeks
guard their nutty treasures as though they were jeweled truffles.
A chipmunk is finally full.
I spy a trout breakfast held between the talons of an Osprey. What a find!
Darn, wish it was mine!
Fishing is finishing fast. Oh please, just one more
cast. I wish summer would last.
Anchored boats in the bay once used to bring home fish
'tails' retire on rocks to rest.
The sunset coaches the day to come in signaling a woodland lullaby to
begin.
Fireflies tapping at my window beckoning to come in.
Moonlight melts into a path I wish I could follow,
maybe tomorrow.
Anxious autumn now knocks at summer's door,
impatient to rain chilly color on the forest floor.
Now,
burrows will be built,
caves constructed,
and dens designed ...busy.
Mud homes will be dug by frogs and bugs.
Cider served in pounded copper mugs.
Covered bridge rides.
Pumpkin pies.
Tourists in Vermont. What do they want?
Where to find Granny Smith?
She waits for you in my tree. Bring your camera, you'll see.
Candles,
lanterns,
fairy lights,
sweater nights.
Good morning purple, red, and brown,
enchanting autumn sights and sounds.
Walk outside and breathe the maple fragrance in,
smell the season sunshine, you really can.
What lies beneath the water green
in the deepest depths of the sea?
How many things we've never seen
or ever dreamt there'd be?
Things to surprise you and me.
What lies beneath the ocean waves
farther down than anyone's ever been?
In coral or reefs or hidden caves,
are there creatures we've never seen
far below the waves of green?
The ocean fascinates me more
than tales of outer space.
So many things on our planet to explore
before we leave this place.
So many surprises here to face.
I'd love to be the explorer who
discovers the secrets of the deep.
Is the bottom of the ocean green or blue?
What other secrets does it keep?
What treasures are there to reap?
Atlantis or monsters of the deep,
I long to know what's there,
I'd be so joyful I would weep
if only I could share
the knowledge of the wonders there.
Time's whirlpool remembers different, than we do. It narrows down to good memories,
as time goes by. Bad moments circle until the rough edges disappear.
Only the polished stories, remain in the clear. Yesterday swirls with
splinters in split ends. Memory keeps churning through its
cycles and spins. Regrets settle out, where the
sunlight can't follow. As softer fragments slowly
rise to the surface. The swirl of memory carries
away the bad and bitter. It treasures pearls
in shells found on calmer days. Each spin
softens another stubborn sorrow. Every
turn leaves more grace than grief. We
mistake smooth memories for
perfect lives. For memory edits
itself without our permission.
Facts get filtered while
truths learn to swim. Even
pain returns, worn
smooth by the current.
Perhaps, wisdom is
surviving through
enough
revolutions.
Perhaps, love
remembers like
water, not
like stone. As
the whirlpool
smooths, the
lives we once
lived, Until
only what
really matters,
reaches the
shore.
.
The Sea Rolls and Rules
Ragged, slategrey skies
Gulls brave the battery of winds
Mariners pensive in storm-tossed ships
Cut through the waves with billowed sails.
In the sanctity of the ocean's deep
The most ancient things of this world do sleep;
In the crushing cold of the muddy seafloor
Lie eternity's treasures, to rise nevermore.
Far above, life goes on in the swell of the tide,
The Mother of All tosses her children about
Sings them to sleep on her bosom wide
As they swim or shudder, gambol, shout.
The rhythm of life beneath the waves
Flows on and on in this womb and grave;
This whole beauteous Earth sprang from stormy seas;
From the deep dark below,
All her children flee.
beneath the sands where time and shadows meet
there lies the tomb of one who cursed his breath
a pharaoh bound by pride his own defeat
entombed in gold and wrapped in linen death
his sightless gaze guards treasures in his depth
his name is lost but still his power stays
a ghostly force to haunt the desert’s haze
to those who seek his wealth with greedy hands
beware the curse that waits in shifting sands
no gems or gold will save you from his wrath
his vengeance lies in every winding path
the dunes will turn and bury where you stand
and whispers fill the air to mock your cries
as ancient winds ensure no soul survives
turn back now traveler leave his tomb behind
or feel the weight of centuries confined
this pharaoh guards his world with ruthless might
his curse will haunt you far beyond the night
the desert’s song will claim your heart and mind
a warning left to echo in the gloom
beware the curse that lingers in his tomb
I
don't
remember
the first time
You
met
me
I wonder to what degree that upsets you
I can't recall
The first time you called,
Though I've been told you phone in often.
I worry my forgotten memories effect you
Cuz truth is can't recollect
The first time we laughed,
Or the first time you collected
Those sticky snot waterfalls,
Pooling into a gelatin riverbed
In your freshly washed hands
Those freshly wash hands,
branded with my shrilling sobs,
And
So
Much
More
You willingly entered
The chambers of my
Hollow heart,
Where no thought escapes unharmed,
No sound breaks free of the deafening silence,
And every flake of dust is
Set fire by every forbidden feeling,
Forsaken by the only host it has ever known
You parted the blood red waters
Of my blood-brain barrier's borders,
Discovering chasms with treasures
My own heart didn't know
It held dear
That's the first time
I remember
I
Met
You
I met you
When billowing winds raged
And the very elements caged me in -
A prisoner
Of my own broken body,
Where dungeons and dragons
Made their home,
Breathing fire at both friend and foe
Leaving memories and budding dreams homeless
I found you -
In hell,
Its rotting jaws gaped wide open
And you were standing in the opening,
Waiting for me -
Not for the first time,
But the first time I called
With the desperation of one drowning for air
And you held the oxygen.
To live means to be alive, to defy unfulfilled moralizers,
Digital prophets marked by the compulsion to preach,
The trendy ideologies of the day, without hesitation, without end,
To be alive is to touch destiny with the hands of fate and become worthy
Of the breath that vanishes in the great adventure of death,
To break away from the safe shores of the ordinary
And plunge into the pure tumult of life, to rediscover
What it means to be human, to atone for the sin of unraveling.
To be alive means to be your own master, teacher, leader,
The pioneer of your own life, venturing forward
Toward the primordial flame in the darkness, not letting them
Stifle the eternal beats of your heart.
To be alive means to love your solitude,
To bring to light the treasures found only in the silence of solitude,
To follow the creative impulse regardless of conventions
And public opinion, to follow your inner calling.
To be alive means to wander through meadows and over mountains,
To be an eternal traveler in search of the sublime,
To be radically present when the trees rustle in the afternoon wind,
To live each season as it passes, to breathe the air,
To drink the drink, to taste the fruit, and to surrender
To the influence of the earth, to escape from the dungeon of dead dogmas
And decrepit creeds, to yield to the subtle whispers
Of the neglected part of your secret essence, to plunge
Into medieval depths and recapture that authentic LIGHT
Of your own BEING, to unveil your divine madness and dance
Once again with unimaginable joy in the vast muck-heap
Of this fallen world, to live each day as a theater play
Where you are the leading actor, and the stage is vast and full of mystery.
Pride prolongs a fall when schemes drop into the dust.
and though your heart is hurting your mind feeds on worldly lust.
And when foolish plots fall apart and laughs become the means most tried.
The shades of evening are drawn and closing, shadows hide your empty pride.
A lift of the chin and a smile on the lips, a mask so easy to wear
But a prideful heart creating a wreck, an almost impossible repair
When treasures are won, then lost and two different worlds collide
leading to a retreat to shadowed places , at least you can say you tried
Your pride has caused so much pain with your stiff neck point of view.
And though it's wrong you barge right on and another plan falls through.
Dark highways leading to nowhere and no turn-around comes into view,
But, the glitter of gowns and soft city-lights hide the truth from you.
Laughter, jokes and grand apparel have covered many a tear.
But pride trots out to judge the cost, you’ve been paying on, for years.
With all those good days of fame, now lost, let your conscience be your guide. Your comforts lie in the moon’s dim glow where shadows hide your empty pride.
I’m thankful for so many things
Some big and others simpler.
I’m thankful for the joy I feel…
Knowing that I have a Savior!
I’m thankful for the faith I have,
A certainty that God is forever!
And when I feel alone or sad…
He is there to make me feel better.
I’m thankful for the little things…
Things that are often taken for granted,
My health, my family, my home…
And the Love that God placed inside me.
I’m thankful for sweet memories,
The ones that warm my heart and spirit,
Remind me that my life has been blessed…
More than I could possibly describe.
I’m thankful for so many blessings,
A warm home, good food and clean water…
The satisfaction of knowing I’m loved,
And that I love more than I thought possible.
I’m thankful for small treasures of peace…
Flowers that hint at God’s paintbrush,
Birds that sing to me so sweetly…
And so many pleasant sights and sounds of nature.
I’m thankful for the grace that God gives…
For his lessons and unending forgiveness.
I feel alive because I know HE LIVES…
And heaven awaits me because I know this!
I’m thankful for so much in this life of mine,
The hope, faith and love,… the serenity from above.
I’m thankful that God’s Son has risen…
And I have HIM to thank for this day and every blessing!!!
Happy Thanksgiving to You on this special day…
May God bless you with a day filled with Love beyond measure.
By Regina Riddle – Thanksgiving, 2018