It has done almost nothing in Indiana except rain this summer. I have also fought various infections. It is time for both to stop. I want to enjoy what’s left of summer, because here; summers are short-lived.
I got out for a little bit this morning and enjoyed what was around me. I tend to shut out life and noise. I try more to focus on nature. I had been thinking of my family and how it used to be on Sundays. It isn’t like that anymore; for sure.
While I was out, I had the windows down in the car. The sun was actually shining and the heat not bad at all. I watched as a yellow and brown butterfly flew around the front of the car. In less than a blink of an eye, it came inside and sat on my steering wheel. It stayed for a few seconds and then flew around in my car. Having checked everything out, it flew outside again, took a flight around my car and then disappeared.
Was that you my brother? Maybe it was you; mom or dad? Either way, I know one of you knew I had been thinking about you today. Yes, I still love you. No, I will never forget you. See you in heaven dear family.
Write A Story As A News Report
I was going to write about the latest school shooting; but I already blogged about it on my other blog, Terry1954@wordpress.com
I am standing at the corner of Center and Main. Hi, My name is Terry Shepherd and I am reporting on the biggest day ever in our lives about the return of Jesus Christ. The clouds had been lingering all morning, but in the last two hours sunshine has brightened our mood and opened all eyes, no matter where you stand.
Commotion has been swirling as a mighty tornado in this small, ancient city of Jerusalem. People have been lining up on the streets here for days. The news has been broadcasting the latest trend that, Jesus is coming back at 1pm today.
We have about fifteen minutes before 1 and the noise has started to settle. Cameras are going off, children are hopping on the backs of moms and dads. Everyone is standing, shading their eyes, looking to the skies.
Five more minutes. I look around the crowds and try to see the end; but there is no end in sight. I have never been a witness to this kind of event, but I can tell you that even I have goose bumps.
News has jumped softly on this topic for so many years but no one really knows if, wait, wait, listen everyone. Look, up there! In the sky! Is it? Could it be? Oh my God, oh my God. People know we are witnessing for the very first time. Yes, there he is.
Everyone is getting down on bended knees. I can hear prayers being said. I’m sorry folks, I am going to lay my mic down. This is a moment that only each of us can take in, in our own way. Just keep watching the camera.
Where do we run to when we need to get help? Do we run to our local newspaper, the radio station or our local television stations?
Are you getting angry every time you see a post about another school shooting? I know I am. I think many of us pray for healing on these shooters that they may see the error in their decision; but maybe not enough are praying.
What in the world is happening that these people just walk up and start shooting others? I refuse to believe that they are mentally challenged. Look how much time is spent on the planning and purchasing the gear that is needed. Does this sound like someone who can’t think right?
This is what I believe about the shootings. Whether you believe it or not, is not important to me. What is important is; you know God.
Does the recent mass shooting in Las Vegas indicate a sign of the end times? It could well be, and although the Bible doesn’t expressly say mass killings are a sign of the end times, it does appear that the fig tree is bearing the fruit of Jesus’ return (Matt 24:32-34), so if this article or the escalating violence on the earth makes you think about Jesus’ Christ, then it has been more than worth it. All believers should be more passionate about reaching the lost before Christ returns, because then, it will be too late (Dan 12:2-3; Rev 20:12-25). We do know the day of Jesus’ return will, but we do know it come suddenly, like “the lightning comes from the east and shines as far as the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man” (Matt 24:27), so at any given moment, there “will appear in heaven the sign of the Son of Man, and then all the tribes of the earth will mourn, and they will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. And he will send out his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other” (Matt 24:30-31). Those who have rejected Christ will mourn, for then they will know (too late) that Jesus Christ does exist and He is coming to judge the world in righteousness, so I plead with you who disbelieve, to repent and put your trust in Christ. Today is the day of salvation (2nd Cor 6:2). Tomorrow may be too late.
The word for today is, luminescent
Luminescent things glow with light. The illuminated screens of your laptop and TV are both luminescent.
And the world could not take anymore. And it began to heat until the grounds bubbled from within. Rockets of water underground burst up as if the knob was turned full force on the hydrant.
And the sin that ravaged through the earth was sucked down into big valleys that opened wide.
And out of the skies, an luminescent light glowed. And all of the people that knew what this represented, knelt down and awaited for their souls to be lifted up unto the heavens.
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I am now going to write about a topic on “Angels”. This idea comes from
For months, Sherry was prayed for. She came down with an illness that not many doctors knew about. Sherry fought the diagnosis and continued to live her life on the wild side.
She drank and did drugs. She stayed out late at nights and often brought home strangers to keep her company during the nights.
Time flew by and so did the symptoms of her diagnosis. It got harder for Sherry to live the way she chose; but she continued the best she could.
There came a night when she left her familiar bar. It was late and had been raining for some time. When Sherry reached the wet pavement of the parking lot, her vision went blurry and she fell. She cracked her head hard.
While she lay there, three men came up and roughed her up and stole her purse and belongings. She couldn’t fight. Her mind was groggy. Her head was bleeding. She slipped in and out of alertness.
She sometimes thought she saw angels flying around her head. They were so beautiful, she thought. Light as air, huge, white, delicate wings. Then she would become alert and feel her pain.
What seemed hours, but less than a half-an-hour, the sirens were heard and soon she was lifted into the EMS. The ride was quick. The attendants were giving her oxygen, and had poked her arm with a needle. They were talking among each other and into speakers of some kind.
She was taken into the ER and placed on a clean, white table. She heard the men talking. “I don’t think she will make it, but let’s start a line on her. Check that blood pressure. How’s it doing?”
She closed her eyes and saw the most beautiful light. There were those angels again. She smiled to herself, as the angels swooped down and carried her home.
I am one of those kids who had two moms. My first mom and my dad were divorced before I was five. I tried for years to locate her because I knew deep down inside, she must have always loved me.
I did locate her when I was in my thirties. I flew out to her home. In fact, I flew out to Arizona a few times, even moved there for a short time. It didn’t work. She was a mess? She was hung up on the past and couldn’t see me as an adult. She was probably the worst mom I ever had. She passed away a few years back. God rest her soul.
My second mom married my dad when I was five. I don’t have excellent memories of her as a child. Partly due to my jealousy of a new baby, half-sister. I know I gave my mom grief, but she tolerated me.
Growing into a teen wasn’t easy for either of us. I bucked and she stood her ground. My jealousy continued for years as I saw the difference in showings of affection. There were hurtful conversations and separations at times, but she still stayed my mom.
When I was grown and had children, we became closer, but not in a bonding type. She loved my kids and I know she loved me the best she knew how. Times were better, but I could have worked harder at being a better daughter.
There came a time when I began losing family to heaven, and I also came to know God better. About two years before her passing, I committed to getting to know her as a woman and mom.
I am glad I did. She did a ton of awesome things in our community. She helped others without reward. She was a woman of God and believed strongly in her faith. She tolerated a less than perfect home life, shed some personal tears, but kept marching forward.
One day soon after her retirement she had an incident that landed her in the hospital in a coma. I comforted my father while we watched her leave us. I held her hand and whispered to her how sorry I was for all I had done and I told her how much I loved her.
She passed away within a week, but with all my training in the medical field, I believe with all my heart, she heard every word I said. I have no regrets to the commitment I made towards patching our relationship. I understand better today how easy it was to sway towards a biological child over a step child.
I had the best step-mom ever. Today, although she is in heaven, I dedicate this post to her; Donnis A. Miller.
LOVE YOU MOM
Love you , Mom
We can’t go back
Nor turn the clock
We can’t speak over
We can’t erase the tears.
We can be cocky
We can be smart-assed
But in the end; we grow.
Parents realize this
They forgive us
And continue to love.
We are not perfect
Neither are parents
We both do the best that we can.
For my parents, I am grateful.
Love you mom,
We were close
As children go
I don’t know what happened
We never let it show.
Time flew by
I grew up
We drifted apart
Sipped from different cups.
You got sick
I tried all I could
Wanted to save you
I sweared I could.
You went to heaven
I couldn’t stop you
I fell on my knees
It was all I could do.
I have regrets
Should have spoken
Told you how I felt
Now time is broken.
Time is ticking by
Quiet as all can be
Promise me this one thing
Save a place for me.
Dedicated to; D.S.
In honor of; T.D.S.