tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31131107644834297292024-03-14T04:20:48.330-07:00THE CALLED ONESHear the voice of one crying out "Prepare The Way For The Lord"Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-85224593141090622372011-07-24T05:11:00.000-07:002011-07-24T09:29:22.149-07:00Thoughts On My Page Remembering YOU<i>Wow!! </i><i>What a whirlwind of events this past month and a half.</i><div><i>Not to mention life in general for all of us. None of us are strangers to sorrow but equally none of us are strangers to the joys of life.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> Funny how we as humans can get caught up in our own joys or sorrows that without even realizing it we may sometimes seem to be callous or insensitive to others. But truthfully if we cant or dont tell the story someone else will for us. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> To quote a not so famous person "me" </i><i> </i></div><div><div><div><i>"Regrets suck like a super sour lemon causing our lips to purse tightly. Making us look like a prude or maybe even an ignorant "</i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">boob</span>".</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span>That's </i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-style: italic; ">Brooklynese</span><i> for </i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-style: italic; ">Breassssstes </span><i> {smile so your face doesn't crack} But depending on how you look at it that may not be such a bad thing. Cracking up that is into a smile. </i></div><div><i>In my opinion that is or maybe that is </i><i>a world wide phenomenon. What's your take on it?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>My stress reliever aside for my love of God that spells is as always my art at least until my fingers crumble and fall off. Just not today i pray. Go ahead laugh you know you want to. </i></div><div><i>I'm speakin to you my Ra Lee Sean B and all those who i was blessed to see these past weeks in NC </i></div><div><i>And a special hug and kiss to all of you out there who bent over backwards to welcome me home and pamper me paint my toenails visit me in my hour of affliction and believe in me even when the word on the streets contradicted what my heart was saying. </i></div><div><i> </i></div><div><i>Once again promotes the age old habit of writing a personal note when blogs seem to just clog up the pipes of life. Nothing a good enema or do de tea cant cure :)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>All pun aside please forgive me those of you out there who went out of your way to welcome me back to the "Queen Charlotte's City" </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Most of the time I felt like I was blowing in the wind on top of the world some of the time i put my sorrow aside and played but when the lights went out i let the tears flow for you for me and for' 'my' Bees </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Soroya signing out and stepping on... </i></div><div><i> The poems are still yet to be published so go on your way knowing im A. OK </i></div><div><i>praying that you are too. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>, and dont think that just because i have much junk going on in my life that I'm too busy to hear your heart cry. You know me I'll just turn the junk into art :) </i></div><div><i>Even if at the moment i seem to be too pre-occupied or full to the brim with the joys and sorrows of just plain ol living tell me again you know how to get in touch and if not you know someone who has my number just leave a message at the sound of the beeeep (. </i></div><div><i> be it sorrows in the journey i will let you know if i didn't get it yet and please repeat to me once again </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hmmm</span> maybe that's why every artist or appreciator of art loves a good looking breast. </i></div><div><i>OK, OK I am at this moment in time a boob covering my pain in the art of writing or painting or just getting from one cataclysmic day to another. Just like all of the rest of you out there. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> So when the memories crash in and try to take us away, my opinion is just hold fast to your dreams and don't let go that is what i am determined to do. </i></div><div><i>Not only for my dreams but for yours too. </i></div><div><i>You know who I'm talking to and if you don't i say if you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dont</span> know me by now well I'm home again laughing in the sunshine and crying in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">shadey</span> spot.</i></div><div><i> Please speak plainly to me don't be afraid i will get there just like you. and all you anchor men and women out there sorry that i am so ignorant with the media.my </i><div><div><i>I've decided that i must press on even when other peoples pain <a href="http://dictionary.com/">encroach</a> upon my moments of joy we all have the same story not meaning to sound callous please <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dont</span> misunderstand. </i></div></div></div><div><i>My advise these past weeks is stick with what stuck to you.</i></div><div><i> My paintings/graphic arts is and has always been my passion. like my sister Al and my sister Marcia now in the heavenly realm for those of you who my story is a parallel to your. </i></div></div></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-35666533407435687272010-12-18T00:31:00.001-08:002010-12-19T01:45:46.612-08:00Dancing In The Light Once More<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMBs94kMbivTbAjGtU05r1ff2KmAWOFDoyOIIxgwqLT4-A3DLBfL8RteLzauX9DMXHRTDYXUJRCCkXWRrXdC-kVXS6cuLUzT1-aeWlh3rNnA0AOaHsYnV85giMetFwr3sTkNk9qdMTYg/s1600/dance+the+blessing+of+the+mystery.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMBs94kMbivTbAjGtU05r1ff2KmAWOFDoyOIIxgwqLT4-A3DLBfL8RteLzauX9DMXHRTDYXUJRCCkXWRrXdC-kVXS6cuLUzT1-aeWlh3rNnA0AOaHsYnV85giMetFwr3sTkNk9qdMTYg/s320/dance+the+blessing+of+the+mystery.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551937383009526402" /></a>Dear Ones out there all my BFF's, The 'Sista's Eternal' and Brothers Faithful,<div><br /><div>Thank you so much for all your prayers and encouragement as I have been through the fire and back again. </div><div>By Gods awesome grace I have come out the other side without even the smell of smoke on my garments. Every step of the way was a miracle from God.</div><div><br /><div>This is a picture that I painted while I was under the skillful surgeon, <i>Jesus'</i> care in the hospital. </div><div>It is blue because "<i>I</i>" the "<i>Firedancer</i>" went through the hottest part of the flame during this time. </div><div>As you may know the 'blue range' of a flame is the hottest part of the fire. </div><div>Yet by Our loving Lord's grace I came out the other side free of my bonds without even a scorch, neither has the smell of the smoke stuck to me (the effects of the experience). </div><div>I lived something akin to what <i>Hananiah, Azariah and Mishael went through aka Shadrach, Meshach</i> and Abednego or as <a href="http://www.morningstarministries.org/">Rick Joyner</a> likes to say; <i>My Shack, Your Shack and a Bungalow.</i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>If you want to read the story just hover over the scripture in;</i></span> <span class="Apple-style-span">Daniel 1:6-7 through Daniel 3:1-30</span></div><div>In case some of you are wondering what I am going on about. I was in the hospital in November and as you can see from my last post the hospital was a mental ward. </div><div><b>Wow I said it!</b></div><div><b> </b>There in plain view for all of you out there who need a bit of gossip to float your boat. </div><div>Smile, just kidding. But not really... </div><div>I truly hope you won't go there. But if you are tempted to just drop me a line or give me a call. I am happy to tell you first hand if you really want to know. </div><div>Hopefully over a nice 'cupper' your choice, tea, coffee or better yet come for a whole meal. </div><div><br /></div><div>I pray that as this New Year begins I will have the boldness to tell my story but only the bits that are necessary to tell. And only the parts that will edify you and cause you to draw near to God. </div><div>Because Truly it is <b>All about HIM</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>As you read my words which I pray will be a sweet balm to your soul I hope that what I share from my experience will launch you to a higher level and cause you to run to Pappa as I did. </div><div><br /></div><div>I pray that you too will come to know how much He "<i><b>Pappa God</b></i>" truly loves you and that there isn't a moment that He <b>ever <i>has</i></b> or <b>ever <i>will</i> </b>abandon you. Even when it may feel that way.</div><div>That is one of the main lessons that I learned during that time. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can write a book about what happened to me and perhaps one day I will. </div><div>But for now just know that even in your darkest hour. When you may be alone in your pain or worries. Or when, as in my case the forces of hell come against you full force. Our God has promised that He would <b>never</b> leave us or forsake us. <span class="Apple-style-span">Hebrews 13:5</span></div><div><br /></div><div>In the time that I was going through this I was taken in the spirit to the 3rd heaven. The place where God dwells. <span class="Apple-style-span">2 Chronicles 12:2 </span></div><div>Sorry if this is hard for some of you to swallow but it is true.</div><div> </div><div>One day I hope to tell some of the things that I saw and experienced while I was there, but for now the only thing I can tell you is that the 'Time is Truly at Hand'. </div><div>The Bachelorette and Bachelor party is about to take place. See Proverbs 13:22 to understand. <i>The Big Bash </i>before the finale is just on the horizon. </div><div>Now you know what that means, <i>The Wedding Day</i> is next. Jeremiah 33:11</div><div>So get ready. It's time to put do as Ephesians 4:1-32 & 1 Chronicles 13:11 says put and grow up. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Psalms 69:1-36 / Psalm 18:1-50</span> will show you some of what I experienced and what I learned first hand in the midst of fervent flames of fury. </div><div>I pray that you will get the revelation that the Lord gave me without having to get it through the school of hard knocks like I did. </div><div>The hard part that is because the places in the 3rd heaven were I went was sooo glorious you can't imagine how fabulous it is getting ready to be. </div><div><br /></div><div>So for now abide in Him Our Lover Lord and get ready for the Wedding Day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Peace, Love and Much prayer to all you out there, Soroya</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-26054156506040822452010-11-19T03:27:00.000-08:002010-11-19T03:30:40.747-08:00Resting in the Coo Coo's NestDear Ones,<br />Sorry not to have gotten with you in a while much has happened in these past weeks just a note to say please be praying for me as i as many out there have been quite fragile lately.<br />I probably wont be posting for a while but just wanted you to know that you all are in my heart and in my prayers. As soon as I have flown the coop I will let you know of my adventures for now stay stron in Jesus.<br />Love and Prayers, Always, Firedancer/SoroyaFiredancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-16579138368573248722010-10-30T12:42:00.001-07:002010-10-31T18:24:55.348-07:00Thoughts in Shades of Pink<p><span>This weekend I have am working on a mixed media piece that is totally in shades of “Pink”. </span><span>I</span><span>t is in honor of <em>Women </em>who have battled with cancer. Either in the past or present.</span></p><p><span><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QewItgcOH64/TMx1Ikx6E4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/NI9fpEDFBmM/IMG_2278_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_2278" border="0" alt="IMG_2278" width="287" height="221" /></span></p><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_QewItgcOH64/TMx1JwXbj4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/8H6dvoT5KXs/IMG_0211_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0211" border="0" alt="IMG_0211" width="272" height="232" /><p><span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYon2O7Fq4lzJWfiNviWVqebtuI0PX1NfmAnk9MHpWCT-BCa_yTP4vzesr2WOaDBZHG0PkSUEokx7JEmJ6X7zTMQSfG0Kl8bEVgwUUgRT1FhL15De1qexNhHtWLq0bxLLAU-lektahwAY/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534384976540985218" /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /><br /></span></p> <p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span>Although pink is the color commonly associated with ‘breast cancer’. I have chosen to use it in honor of all <em>women</em> sufferers of cancer {a<span>ll kinds of cancer.} </span>As it is also the world renowned color for the female gender.</span></p> <p><span>My piece is in recognition of the women in my life and in the lives of those close to me who have been touched by the horrors of cancer. </span></p> <p><span>Either on a personal level or as one on the outside looking in. </span></p> <p><span>As many of you may know one of my own sisters is a survivor of cancer. So I personally am dedicating this to piece to her. </span></p> <p><span>Last year shortly after losing her husband to the battle of lung cancer my sister Bobbie was herself diagnosed with it. Thankfully though it was early enough for treatment and as a result had 1/3 of her lung removed. One year later she is doing well. Thanks be to God.</span></p> <p><span><span><em>Here’s to you Bobbie. I love you.</em></span></span></p> <p><span>I am sure that there are many of you out there who can relate to my story.</span><span> Those who may have loved ones {both friends and family} who are either fighting this dread disease or who have sadly died from it.</span></p> <p><span>And so I dedicate this piece to you also.</span></p> <p><span>Or perhaps <em>you </em>are the one even now, who is having to hold your sword up. Fighting the good fight of faith against this Goliath, that is facing you head on with accusations of annihilation.</span></p> <p><span>If this is your story I want to let you know that even as I am working on this piece I am thinking and praying for you. Dedicating it to you also.</span></p> <p><span>So whether you are personally battling or you are standing in the gap for someone else. I want you to know that my heart is with you. I hope you can feel the strength of my prayers holding you up.</span></p> <p><span>Love Peace and Joy, Firedancer aka Soroya</span></p> <p><span></span> </p> <p> </p> <p><span></span></p>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-47944399890162091612010-10-19T12:17:00.001-07:002010-10-19T12:17:40.972-07:00Giraffeology Seven: Finally the End from Top To Bottom ???<p><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQCy0WzlriW9LaCPTIqLgSKOG6OaX9VUVu1b4nvzzjHfJvTiZY&t=1&usg=__MaYOdgWuMy_RC3LM3RGtG6wjayw="> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">As you can see I am coming to an end of Giraffeology. All good things must come to an end. So I will try my best to wrap up the giraffe saga in this article. Even though there is much more that I can write about the marvels of the giraffe I have decided that I will try and move onto other things. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">So starting from the top and working my way down I will endeavor in this piece to fill in any of the other bits and pieces that I have left out about the wonderful giraffe’s anatomy. Then as the spirit moves me I will seek to see what God might have to say to me and you, if there is any of you out there reading this. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">Starting at the top are the horns.<img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvWlrgpDUHvmTPfpxnvFuPfwTB6Zipbb0bqCMvFKrG3SluwUE&t=1&usg=__3X1Hojt1FKmeH1NKumGa6AdQNHI="> Unlike some animals both the male and female giraffe have horns. These horns are called <a href="http://www.sandiegozoo.org/CF/glossary/glossary_popup.cfm?ID=214">‘ossicones’</a> ,they are made of bone and are attached to the scull. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">Talk about a bone head. <img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQqREIhgvPeyQXNW_a1s2g3fRS0EZjAdVsqC6hSxSsFiOecuWk&t=1&usg=__fYrkNxpezoWapQaeNxQAK85itZs=" width="32" height="34"> As for me, I pray that I do not become so high minded that I can not receive from someone else's wisdom or that I ever get to the point when I think that I have arrived and can not learn something new. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">In fact there are many times that I stop and check myself to see if I am being thick headed or bucking heads with someone else just for the sake of it. This is what the giraffe males do as a form of sport. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">When someone has a difference in opinion than I do, I try and look at it from their point of view and not close myself off by being narrow minded in my thinking. I want to be able to hear their heart even if their words are not coming out quite as clearly it could.</font></p> <p><img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" align="left" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRV7msXF4PV_Qi8R96nSCMEL434o_NsI5x1k5mAlf1eW0yk9K0&t=1&usg=__EYsHrPfejd0x7HrXiHUy8KCK9X8=" width="242" height="165"> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">Which brings me to my next point, ‘the ears’ or the hearing of the giraffe. The giraffe has 8in/~20cm ears. That is about the length of a large mans hand. Pretty impressive eh?</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">For many years giraffes were thought to have hearing equivalent to that of humans. However research on giraffe communication shows that they use <a href="http://www.umich.edu/~esupdate/library/98.01-02/zoos.html">infrasonic</a> sound frequencies below that of a humans range of hearing. So in other words they communicate on what we would call a subconscious level. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">Is this not what listening in the spirit is like? When we listen to the little inner voice, the hunch or the premonition, is that not just like hearing on a level below human hearing. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">So here is the spiritual side of it. When we take time to be with God and listen for His still small voice (1Kings 19:12) we are given incite into hearing that is far beyond what we could have within our own human ability. We then become like the giraffe in a sense that can hear through walls and into other rooms. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">This is the kind of hearing that I want. That I seek for. To hear God. To hear past all the loudness that is all around in every day life. To hear in that quiet place. The place where I am caught up in God’s love and all the marvelous ways that He chooses to show that love. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">I didn’t get very far to the bottom did I ? So I guess I will be back with more later. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">Oh well you know the old saying “It is a woman's prerogative to change her mind”. </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT">B&P, Firedancer</font></p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT"></font> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT"></font> </p> <p><font size="4" face="Formal436 BT"></font></p> Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-91245845553784703622010-10-05T18:44:00.001-07:002010-10-07T13:27:38.401-07:00Giraffeology Part Six: Come on and lets Chew the Cud<p align="center"><span><img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSOIa_bU8J2uaUhXB2SWVHDVUkbr93M-rKKhlDac-OZ1S5Xhzk&t=1&usg=__mOf9_V1PRcaZlRaQsQNuNLzZJMo=" width="331" height="482" /> </span></p> <p><span>Well finally I’m back with some more Giraffe wisdom. This time I thought I would go onto the stomach. Why the stomach and not the ears or the lungs or for that matter the feet. I am not quite sure as yet but I am sure the Lord will let us know.</span></p> <p><span>I hope you will enjoy this next part as I listen for some more wisdom from God as He speaks about one of His most wonderful creations. The Giraffe. That is in my opinion at least. </span><span></span></p> <p><span>The <a href="http://www.channel4.com/programmes/inside-natures-giants/articles/giraffe-facts">Giraffe</a> is what is known as a <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ruminant">ruminant</a> animal. These are animals that chew cud and have a multi-chambered stomach. Like cows, camels, buffalo and deer. </span></p> <p><span>The giraffe like the cow and the buffalo/bison has a four chambered stomach. Or four stomachs as it is referred to by most.This is where it gets exciting for me and where I hear the still soft voice of the Lord calling me to listen up.</span></p> <p><span>Numbers have always been quite significant in the Bible in fact in the original text each Hebrew letter has an equivalent number to correspond with it. So lets look at what the number four means as the giraffe has four stomachs. </span></p> <p><span>I absolutely love the scientific side of numbers and the hidden hermeneutical side of numbers. I am totally charged when I find out their significance in God’s word. </span></p> <p><span>Yet in reality the practical application of numbers in the mathematical sense somewhat puts me into a cold sweat. As you have probably figure out by now ‘words are my passion’. Numbers in general make me </span><span>cringe. The thought of balancing the check book or having to <span> add more than four numbers at a time makes my head begin to spin. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>So it’s a good thing that there are only four stomachs and not 4x4x4. Just Kidding. OK not really there really is an ounce of truth in every joke. </span></span></p> <p><span>But it’s ok this side of numbers excites me. So here goes. </span></p> <p><span><a href="http://www.vic.australis.com.au/hazz/number004.html">Four in the Bible</a> speaks of the Creative works of God. In other words all that God created being seen in and throughout all of His creation. </span></p> <p><span>For example the four elements; Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. All material things are made of these four essential elements. Ok maybe we don’t call them “Earth, Wind, Fire and Water but in truth that is what makes up all material substances on this third rock from the sun that we call home. </span></p> <p><span>Home for now that is. For those of us that are planning on going when Jesus comes back for us. </span></p> <p><span> </span><span>You know what really blows my mind? It is that if all the elements that make up a human body were to be given a monetary amount it would come up to about $4.50 that is about 2.5o pounds British Sterling in today's market. I’ve paid more for a cupper at Starbucks for what the human body is worth in today's market. Wow talk about a cheap date. </span></p> <p><span>Come to think of it I think I’ve taken things to the charity shop worth more than that. </span></p> <p><span>But God… The Great God of all creation stepped out of eternity and came down to live inside a sack worth less than some hair care products.</span><span><img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" align="left" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGOwhBlFQk4C_dj2O5VnYtKybQOWIybhHp7Ft222BqlL-QAWk&t=1&usg=__1nZGe9ZAvf6a2GSV_kkpYi65fdE=" /> </span></p> <p><span>Come on now as one of my favorite preachers Jesse (<a href="http://www.jdm.org/jdmDefault.aspx">Jesse Duplantis</a> that is) would say “Don’t shout me down when I’m preachin’ good”. </span></p> <p><span>Jahovah gave it all up to rescue us from the garbage heap so to speak. </span></p> <p><span>Huh, even the paving in heaven (gold) is worth more monetarily than what a human is comprised of. </span></p> <p><span>Whoa !!! Take a mo and chew the cud on that one.</span></p> <p align="center"><span>I don’t know about you but that makes me marvel. </span></p> <p><span>Just think God didn’t choose a rare gem or precious metals to make us out of. Like gold or silver. </span></p> <p><span>He </span><span>took common dirt and made us. <img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQCcaKb0inenn0W4DIX9zxUyZaGWme_H8-T7n93Tw-JeI0AH-8&t=1&usg=__jKiYiWIQ98HkWd5Ejq9wMNkA-_Y=" /></span></p> <p><span>Yet, we know through The Sacrifice “JESUS”, God gave His most precious possession. His only begotten son. And even more ridiculous to the simple block head is that all we have to do is believe and He comes and jumps right into the dirt pile. “US” and lives there. Wow Wow and Wow and again I say Wow Wow!!!!</span></p> <p><span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0luHiWwi08">Oh How He Truly Loves Us.</a><Click here to listen to John Mark McMillan “Oh How He Loves “and feel the love. </span></p> <p><span>(I’ll write one day soon about my experience with Stephen from another perspective as he was one of my best friends sons’) </span><span> </span></p> <p><span>Now here is some more food for thought. Or should I say food for cud. </span></p> <p><span>Oh Cud there I go again getting off on another runaway train. </span></p> <p><span>Anyway, back to Geoffrey and his 4 stomachs. There are four phases that a giraffes food goes through in digestion. <em>I wont go into them all just click above on Giraffe or ruminant.</em> </span></p> <p><span>The first is… Yep you got it again my aren’t you so clever. “Cud chewing”. </span></p> <p><span>This is the part where he eats his or in the case of Genny Giraffe her yummy acacia leaves and regurgitates it so they can taste it’s yummy flavor just one more time. </span><span><span>Sounds pretty gross. Yuck!! </span></span></p> <p><span><span>Come on take the train with me (of thought that is) and imagine<img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" align="left" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTwXQiRQeyTcDQTlK7FXzFa8KbpvXpFlXS3dQ9ADDjE3DsCT6A&t=1&usg=__1tx4x20FRql-TOAedLs_Z5Q4mtQ=" /> it anyway. </span></span></p> <p><span></span> </p> <p><span></span> </p> <p><span><span>You sit down to have your desert and before you do, you think about that lovely main course of lobster and decide it was sooo good that you want to try it just one more time. Naaah. Sorry not my idea of a lovely exotic meal. How about you? Don't think so bud. However… <img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdXC5ZAxOnyHGc2HYf1sA8y_A3n7pkqoF2CUnc4eglZj5SRfE&t=1&usg=__pLaGoAroeu_rq-eUsnwUvEcyr-I=" /></span></span></p> <p><span><span>In terms of the spirit life, that is exactly what God wants us to do, stop and chew the cud with Him. In Biblical lingo ‘Selah’ stop and think about it. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>Meditate on His word and His ways. Think of how much He really loves us and how much He has so freely given us. </span></span><span><span>We who never did a thing for Him. And the wonderful thing is He doesn’t ask us to. John 5:24</span></span></p> <p><span><span> He just wants us to enjoy all He has given. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>Here is food for thought. One of my favorite treats that I enjoy is that our Loving, Lover, Lord made us to see<span><span> in living colour. Not like some animals (like the horse) that see in black and white.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span><span><span>I guess being an artist color is a marvel to me. And yes in answer to your question <em>I do know how to spell. </em>I’m just giving equal opportunity spelling UK vs. US :) </span></span></span></span></p> <p><span><span>So go on taste and see that GOD IS GOOD! ALL THE TIME… One more time before you </span></span><span><span>forget about the wonderful savory taste that His love gives you, bring it up one more time on your spiritual taste buds. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>In fact why don’t you make a list of “These are a few of my favorite things” and know that those favorites like colour/color or flowers or sunsets or the face of your sweet. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>What ever your favorite is know that it or they is/are a gift from God. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>Now before the sensation or the high is over stop and taste it one more time. Take time to Re-member Him. Then just shoot up a little praise as you (I hope) stand in awe at How Great Our God is and how great His love is for you. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>However if you perhaps are thinking; “life has been pretty bitter to me thus far and the only taste I have in my mouth is the horrid acrid taste of disappointment, pain and rejection. I sure don’t want to chew on that again.”</span></span></p> <p><span><span> Well please know,that is not God. Not the Loving Creator of All. </span></span></p> <p><span><span>He’s the one who loves you more than you can ever imagine. He took all your suffering and pain and all the cruddy things that life dished out to you. The plate He has prepared for you is filled with Joy unspeakable and full of glory. </span></span></p> <p><span>Just stop and take a taste from His plate. Even if you may be saying “How in the world can I possibly taste of God’s plate”?</span></p> <p><span>Well simple. Get a hold of His word ‘The Bible’ and then invite the author or should I say the chef to sit down with you and share His meal for you. The wonderful meal He has prepared just for you of His never ending love and comfort. </span></p> <p><span>I can’t say that life won’t dish out some more bitter hurtful stuff, but I can say that when you embrace Jesus He will give you sweets that will replace the bad taste in your mouth. </span></p> <p><span><span> So know get your Cud up and start chewing. MM MM MMMMMMM !!!! </span></span></p> <p><span>Love and Prayers, Firedancer</span></p> <p><span></span></p>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-27544287964569830692010-09-25T06:33:00.001-07:002010-12-18T03:37:26.203-08:00The Dummy Can Talk<p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span ><span ><span >I recently read a really great post called <a href="http://mikkiblogs.com/">“I have something to say”</a> written by Mikki. Recommended by my dear “Sista Eternal” (pronounced EE-Turn-Al) and awesome woman of God<a href="http://www.joniames.com/">“Joni Ames of A.C.T.S. ministry”</a> </span></span></span> </span></p><p><span ><span ><span >And so my train (of thought that is) went off on its own track. No, I have not totally gotten away from “Giraffeology” only a little bit. You know I have to go where the “Spirit Flows”So here goes the train (of thought that is) off on a bit of a detour track.</span></span></span></p> <p><span ><span ><span ><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRm82FP-UisJfEb9PdpwtGatZ9hc8-DVLxVjA8GBDnKR9w1Q8M&t=1&usg=__ZB5BDRSpTeZRlkdfmTLlbUFAm3g=" /></span></span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >I know you are probably saying where in the world did you get this title? Well here goes.</span> </span></p><p><span >“The Dummy Can Talk” is about being the oracles of God in this earth. It is about not allowing our own personal perceptions of ourselves or of others perception of us to keep us from speaking up and voicing our Love of God in a lost and dying world. </span></p> <p><span >I dont mean getting on your soap box every minute of every day and shouting out and condemning mankind for their wickedness. </span></p> <p><span >I mean being the oracle of God and allowing Him to speak through us, To speak out the love that God has shed abroad in our hearts for others. </span></p> <p><span >Preaching the gospel at all times and if necessary using words as “<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_of_Assisi">St Francis of Assisi</a>” said. <img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQwyTgNuKnJb1RzwlFbh9NQIc-Jnm7f5bJ9Yti5eNLru9fN8SU&t=1&usg=__H4gZ5MJNhzr_-HrdXHwm8knBVs4=" /> </span></p> <p><span >That Gods voice would be heard through our life of love that we share with others. That every thing we do, whether in word or in deed that it would give off the fragrance of Gods love to every one who comes anywhere close to us. </span></p> <p><span >Ok so I still have not explained the title;“The Dummy Can Talk.”Well here goes the story. Let me know if you have anything remotely as bizarre as this to share with me I would love to hear it. </span></p> <p align="center"><span ><span >“THE DUMMY CAN TALK”</span></span></p> <p><span ><span >We have all heard the cute little stories of childhood. Either your own told to you by your parents or the ones you have of you own children, nephews, nieces, friends kids etc.. </span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span ><span >You know the kind of story, the one that they love to tell that burns a hole in the brain. Of the cute things kids do. My story wa</span></span><span ><span >s ta-da “THE DUMMY CAN TALK” du-du-daaah spooky ooky music).</span></span></span></p> <p><span ><span >Ok, ok sorry the train <img src="http://icons.mysitemyway.com/wp-content/gallery/simple-red-glossy-icons-transport-travel/040923-simple-red-glossy-icon-transport-travel-transportation-train4.png" width="38" height="38" /> started to go off on another track but I’m back. </span></span></p> <p><span ><span >When I was a little girl and all throughout my life one of the main ‘kiddy’ stories my beloved (now in glory) mother delighted in telling me (and anyone else who would listen) was the story of how I was a late talker. </span></span></p> <p><span ><span >Yeah, imagine that. In fact because I was such a late talker they thought I was mute aka dumb. Thus I was lovingly called by my family you got it…“The Dummy” </span></span></p> <p><span >Horrible isn’t it. But in all actuality they really thought, of it as a term of endearment. Never as something mean. Back in the day when my parents were growing up, that is what you called someone who was mute. And for all intensive purposes I was just that.</span></p> <p><span >Thankfully they stopped calling me that once I learned to talk. However I can still hear the echo of it ring through my mind at times and have to it fight off. </span></p> <p><span >You know that little and sometimes not so little voice, that shouts out “Hey You Dummy” “What did you do that for”… or “Are you a Dummy what where you thinking” duh! On and on it goes… Can any of you relate? </span></p> <p><span >Thankfully the Lord has really healed my heart in that area and when that ‘dumb’ voice shouts junk like that to me I say “You Da’ Dummy Not Me” (sorry I slip off into Brooklynese when I’m excited) Anyway…Back to the story. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >Two days before my second birthday (which is the 23rd of December by the, my wish list to be posted soon~ smile.)As the the story goes, my</span><span > mother was hanging up the Christmas drapes while standing on a step stool. I wanted her attention so I began pulling on the drapes. </span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >Up until that time I had never spoken before. </span><span >When I wanted something the only verbal communication I did was to either scream or grunt. If tugging on someone or something didn’t work. Or so I was told (over and over and over…) </span></span></p> <p><span >So… because she was busy and wanted to finish her work she tried to get me to go away. When that failed she called out to the family, for someone to come get (say it with me) “The Dummy”. </span></p> <p><span >When no one came to her rescue and I continued with my tactic of tugging on the curtains trying my best to get her attention, she got a bit stern with me. Then in utter frustration she even stamped her foot on the stool. </span></p> <p><span >For those of you who know me, you know I don’t do well with aggressive confrontations. So I did what I naturally do when aggressively confronted. I shouted back in my cute little 2year old voice.</span></p> <p><span ><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_QewItgcOH64/TJ36NCW-GlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/S-yjVOwhgkg/s1600-h/Baby%20Roya%5B19%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="Firedancer age 5ish had no 2yr pic" border="0" alt="Firedancer age 5ish had no 2yr pic" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_QewItgcOH64/TJ36NYNzd6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IkqxmREByT4/Baby%20Roya_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="87" height="120" /></a></span></p> <p align="center"><span >Firedancer age 5ish I had no cute little 2 year old pic</span></p> <p><span >Which by the way they had never heard until that moment. And thus my very first spoken words were born. </span></p> <p><span >Oh, you want me to tell you what I said? Here goes my first sentence after a life of groans which could not be uttered. “And I quote my mother : “Mommy Don’t You Dare, <u>Sout</u> at Me” </span></p> <p><span >Needless to say my mother almost fell strait off the step stool shouting out to the family in utter amazement to come quickly because “Da Da Daaah” (spooky ooky music again) … “THE DUMMY CAN TALK, THE DUMMY CAN TALK!!!!!” Not only that I talked in a full sentence not just single words. I’m sure that blew their toupees off. </span></p> <p><span >Then mom, dad and all my sisters along with my cousin and my aunt, who lived with us, came running to see the anomaly. You can imagine it was party time that day at my house. Along with having to find a new nick name for me. Thank God. </span></p> <p><span >~~THE END~ Not really I haven’t shut up since.</span></p> <p><span ><span >You probably have figured out why I shared this story with you. Or perhaps not, so let me explain. My parents were some of the kindest and most loving people around. They raised me to love God and treat others the way that I wanted to be treated. </span></span></p> <p><span ><span >So I know that with their fun loving nature they had no idea that calling me the dummy would have such a profound negative affect on me. </span></span></p> <p><span ><span >They never knew that every time the story was told over and over again it pierced my heart and put a track in my mind that said “Dummy, Dummy, Dummy”. “Loud mouth Dummy” </span></span></p> <p><span ><span >Because as was the custom of the day and is still so in many households “A child is to be seen and not heard”. So being the talkative person that I am I was many times told to sit down and be quiet. </span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span ><span >F</span></span><span >or a long time I did just that. I lived in fear of opening my mouth because I might not say the right thing or I might say too much.</span></span></p> <p><span ><span >For a long time, what I call the “Voice of the Dummy” became a critical voice inside of me that would try to convince me that I could do nothing right. And that I talked too much. </span></span></p> <p><span ><span >Even when I would accomplish something good the voice of the Dummy would tell me it was not good enough. </span></span></p> <p><span >Sounds kinda like one of the old horror movies where the ventriloquist doll comes to life and wreaks havoc in the lives of the movie characters. </span></p> <p><span >In a way it was almost like that. This was one of my skeletons in the closet or should I say dummies in the closet.</span></p> <p><span ><span >I had battled for many years with either going over board and running myself to the ground. Or sitting it out in feelings of frustration and futility, feeling that “oh well I wont be able to do it good enough so what’s the point in doing it at all”. </span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span >Or t</span><span ><span >he voice of the Dummy would tell me no one wants to hear you because your just too dumb to have anything worth listening to. Plus remember you talk too much. </span></span></span></p> <p><span ><span >The hurt and the pain of being what I thought I was a “Dummy” many times crippled me from stepping out and being comfortable in my own skin. </span></span></p> <p><span ><span >Until… The happily ever after day came, when the Lord rescued me and set me free from the “Dummy Within” Da Da Daaah (spooky ooky music again)</span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span ><span > He told me that although I was not a “Dummy” I could choose to be His living Doll. </span></span><span >As the ventriloquist doll was used by the ventriloquist He ‘Pappa God” wanted to use me as His voice to those in my world. Blog-world included.</span></span></p> <p><span >The truth that I live by today and one of the reasons why I blog is to shout from the house top all that God has done for me in freeing me in so many areas of defeat. Not just from the Dummy. </span></p> <p><span >To tell everyone that God is Love and that He loves us personally and joyfully. He never gets tired of hearing us talk. Or not if that is your personality. </span></p> <p><span >I want to continue to use my voice and more so my life as a constant reminder to others that they are wonderful, just the way they are. </span></p> <p><span >That one does not have to be flakey or fruity to be a voice for God. Although sorry to say some of us are straight out of the fruit and nuts box like me. </span></p> <p><span >Yet even those of us who are considered a little out of the norm. You know, we are the ones who go under the file category of “Other”. </span></p> <p><span >A lot of times we are the creative's. The artists and the poets ect... The fruits and nuts. But we have a voice too. </span></p> <p><span >The Lord reminded me that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. That all my little quirky personality traits are not a sign of some abnormality. Rather it is a sign of the wonderful blessing of diversity that Our God bestows on us. </span></p> <p><span >Not everyone loves fruit and nuts or for that matter plain porridge, so if we are not received by some we are not to take it personally. God loves us so much that He makes us just the way we are, so we can bless others in the giftings He took so much time to instill in us. </span></p> <p><span >So Don’t be afraid to speak up and be all that you can be. All that God created you to be.</span></p> <p><span >If you are reading this today and you have been feeling just like I said “The Dummy”.</span></p> <p><span >I am here to tell you that you are not. “God Don’t Make Junk” (oops there goes my Brooklynese slipping out again) </span></p> <p><span >He made you for a purpose and He has a plan for your life. And if you don’t know Him intimately as a true friend or you have never heard Him talk to your heart as I have been telling you, then do pop me a private note in email and I will be happy to introduce you to the one who loves you more than you can imagine. </span></p> <p><span >Oh and if you are thinking “Heck No” I can’t stand that “Old Time Religion” You know the kind that tries to get you to do a bunch of boring religious rituals just to get to God. </span></p> <p><span >Well I can’t either, so don’t worry. The God I love and serve is fun and free and full of life. Not some dead religious ritual.</span></p> <p><span >Just look at some of the stuff He made. Like the giraffe <a href="http://dcalled1z.blogspot.com/2010/08/part-1-giraffeology-get-clear-view.html">(click here if you haven’t read some of the Giraffeolgy Chronicles)</a> </span></p> <p><span >He is what I like to call “My Loving Lover Lord” and He would love for you to know Him. </span></p> <p><span >So He can “Pardy Hardy with Ya” and you can “Get High With The Most High” (another name for getting filled with the Holy Spirit.) </span></p> <p><span >If you want to know more about that here is a good book by Derek Princes <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Baptism-Holy-Spirit-Derek-Prince/dp/0883683776">(click here)</a> </span></p> <p><span >Oh and for those of you out there who love God and may think I am being a little irreverently. Because you do love that old time religion. I apologize to you that I may not be your CUP A TEA. </span></p> <p><span >But in as loving a way as I can say it, “Take it to Jesus” and get over yourself. Then SHAKE IT OFF AND STEP UP <a href="http://dcalled1z.blogspot.com/2010/09/shake-it-off-and-step-up.html">(click here to read the article)</a></span></p> <p><span >Jesus called us to love each other so lets just open our mouths wide and not keep silent. Let our language be the language of love.</span></p> <p><span >And remember, that language does not always have to use vocabulary. Again check out “STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE AND SAY AAAH!!! Part Two in the Giraffeology Chronicles <a href="http://http//dcalled1z.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-08-25T19:00:00-07:00&max-results=7">(click here to read)</a> </span></p> <p><span >Bye for now until the next train leaves the station, B&P Firedancer <img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTmfzanzKyALfWbv1ECLQTlkvPajnCJ7dLJZY2z5rvr6kStqMQ&t=1&usg=__cQ2pqofj-fzX1ylmTgA8XQRTk4M=" /></span></p> <p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Images other than my baby picture came from Google Chrome images</span></p>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-38845580223509772432010-09-18T16:30:00.001-07:002010-09-18T16:35:13.068-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzQTx753zw5ts_RRSC4YIlxtTEWt3IyzREhhDisrq5v1OrnpA&t=1&usg=__pbiszMlWuyF2pq5_YUGtNw3bIxE="><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzQTx753zw5ts_RRSC4YIlxtTEWt3IyzREhhDisrq5v1OrnpA&t=1&usg=__pbiszMlWuyF2pq5_YUGtNw3bIxE=" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I have decided to add a tab for prayer and have been playing all day with my side board and adding a new tab at the top so you can click in and put in your prayer requests.I am still learning and much is trial and error for me.<div>I hope that as I stand with you in prayer you will also stand with me.<div>Loving you and praying for you, In Jesus Mighty Name</div><div>~Firedancer</div><div>PS Don't forget to go to the tab at the top of the page and enter your prayer request and if you can post a photo. Can't wait. xo & {{}}</div></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-25494087693741063932010-09-13T11:03:00.001-07:002010-09-13T11:25:48.774-07:00Season of Splendor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguThCzE4u6DHTyyk6f4ZQpD6OCmBboc9_5HTbzPwQKFbWj1NFNfbMhgNRmO9kK6SfZHORwmAPK4HSMf-yaeMp-6a4ph65YtUX8ixuZAs7u4dZ65ztwbmCoJiY6-eemtpXL7ZGR8XgrsAE/s1600/4F23D0.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguThCzE4u6DHTyyk6f4ZQpD6OCmBboc9_5HTbzPwQKFbWj1NFNfbMhgNRmO9kK6SfZHORwmAPK4HSMf-yaeMp-6a4ph65YtUX8ixuZAs7u4dZ65ztwbmCoJiY6-eemtpXL7ZGR8XgrsAE/s320/4F23D0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516461773476090850" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">How glorious is the splendor </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">of Autumn</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">~Displaying the elegant beauty of eminent change~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Listen closely and you will hear the whisper of the branches~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">A sign that the days of surrender are at hand </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">~The seasons tell the story over and over again</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">~Never tiring to repeat the age old tale to the generations year after year~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">What lessons we can learn as creation sings forth the message of the one who never changes</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">~In the midst of an ever changing world~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Stand back and observe the magnificence</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Of the Creator</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">~L</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">ook deeply and l</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span">isten intently</span></span></div><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">~As the pages of 'His-Story' open wide </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">for all to read</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> ~And Welcome in this </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> SEASON OF SPLENDOR</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>By Soroya aka SS Firedancer © All rights reserved<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><br /></i></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "><br /></span>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-81402760971158358402010-09-10T15:49:00.001-07:002010-09-10T16:01:34.601-07:00Giraffeology Part Five: Have a Heart Why Don’t Ya<p><span class="Apple-style-span" >This week I have been thinking about what an amazing animal the giraffe is. Especially in terms of it’s heart. Did you know that if the giraffe did not have such a</span><span> <a href="http://fohn.net/giraffe-pictures-facts/">magnificently designed heart</a><span class="Apple-style-span" > every time it bent it’s neck to drink from a brook or cuddle it’s baby it would pass out. </span></span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >Not to mention the fact that if the giraffe heart was not built the way that it was there would not be enough blood pumping to it’s system to keep it alive. God designed it so that it’s heart has a powerful pump fitted with a sort of control valve that shuts the flow of blood down when it needs to. Inside of it’s brain there is a sponge like substance that holds just enough blood to sustain the brain function when the valve is shut off. As in the instance of bending down to drink from a brook. </span><img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" align="left" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQZbxFWYmyo-Mxwm0FEtLze7xB9U34PcngjZ95qinZV15DmRDs&t=1&usg=__0s4CssoYJhXvB7Sz7ewv760_438=" width="301" height="374" /></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >Allowing enough to keep it conscious when it bends down but then opens up again when it raises it’s head to eat of the leaves high up in the trees. Causing the blood flow to travel fast enough to get to it’s brain before it is rendered unconscious. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >The pressure that is pumped through it’s system is delicately controlled by our Awe-inspiring Creator so that it’s head is not blown off by the pressure of the blood flow. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >By the way the blood flow is a tremendous 20gallons/75litres of blood every </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" >‘get this’</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" > not </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" >hour</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" > but </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" >minute.</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" > Wooah! </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >Just think about how fast you would get out of the petrol station after filling up your car with a pump that went that fast. I bet the guys in the pit stops at the races would love that. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >I don’t know how much gas/petrol your car holds but our little MG takes about 55 litres to fill it not even 20 gallons. Man you would have to be really careful to fill your tank at that rate. And forget about doing one of those “I’ll just put in a few pounds/dollars” Ha. You would have to do it in a few seconds or have gasoline all over you shirt. MMM that would go over well with the boss don’t you think? Coming into work stinking like a gasoline refinery. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >The giraffe heart is a whopping 25 pounds/11 kilograms. In comparison to a </span><a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_is_the_average_size_and_weight_of_a_human_heart"><span class="Apple-style-span" >humans whose is only about 11ounces / 310grams.</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" > Talk about a big heart.</span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >Now lets look at it in terms of God and His Big Big heart towards us. Just look at the pic of the cute little baby giraffe and it’s mum. What love you can see captured in the picture. God even shows His love through the creatures that He made. All of creation is just a dim reflection of how awesome our loving Lord is. How much he loves us. And I thought the giraffe had a big heart!!! </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" > Just think about how much more God loves us. He gave and gave and gave. I don’t know about you but I think I would have a hard time giving my only begotten son, love of all times. For retched ungrateful, self centered creatures, that us humans can be. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >My morning reflection was in Psalm 118 </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" >bless the Lord for all times because His love endures forever</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" >. That is FOREVER, never ending, continual, eternally, for ever and ever and ever…. I don’t know about you but that thought alone short circuits my thinking. I have a hard time not getting my ‘panties in a bundle’ or as they say here in Jolly “Ol ‘my knickers in a knot’, with those who don’t respond kindly to me when I am TRYING to be nice… Yep you know it. I know you’ve been there and done that too. Bet you even have the t-shirt. Oh, you have the bumper sticker too. That’s good I hate the thought that I’m in this thing alone. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >In all this I wake each morning and ask the Lord to fill me with HIS love. You know, the kind that is not so utterly self absorbed in my own world with my own little problems. I am so thankful that God is truly mindful that we/</span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" > am just a frail jar of clay. He sees our heart. Think on that one for a minute or two. </span><em><u><span class="Apple-style-span" >He sees our heart</span></u></em><span class="Apple-style-span" >. Not just our dumb outward actions. Not all the screw up and all the struggles to keep our flesh under our feet. He sees the heart that is crying out to Love like HE loves. To give of ourselves with a pure motive. Not the one that wants only to meet it’s own self centered lusts. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >It is that kind of Big Big heart that I want. The kind of heart that binds up the broken hearted and lifts up the hands that hang low. The kind of heart that </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" >for</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" >gives and keeps giving </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" >for</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" > others to be able to see “Him” in this vessel of clay (Me). It is the heart of my Loving~ Lover~ Lord that I want beating in my chest. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >I hope you are with me in this. I know you are if you’ve received Jesus as your redeemer and King. But if you don’t know the love of God and you think He really does not know you by name or that He could care less about your needs I say just call out to Him. He is sure to make Himself known to you. And once you ask Him into your heart He will lift you into His loving arms and Love you with a love that mere folks like us here on planet earth are truly incapable of doing. </span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >He loves you. Let Him Love you. He is the ONLY True Love</span></p> <p><span class="Apple-style-span" >Until next time ~From A heart filled with God’s love for you , Firedancer</span></p>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-7311837120439472622010-09-07T13:30:00.001-07:002010-10-07T11:12:38.377-07:00Giraffeology Part Four ;Be Stretched Not Stressed<p><span style="font-family:DeVinne BT;font-size:130%;color:#400080;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSWTNM2UUBENx6aS7vyvK8Wu6PqVwiYbYkSNWuDq8nT_MdfDFY&t=1&usg=__0DGW7LOhORCtRxTSFOfftqZaDG8="><img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" align="right" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSWTNM2UUBENx6aS7vyvK8Wu6PqVwiYbYkSNWuDq8nT_MdfDFY&t=1&usg=__0DGW7LOhORCtRxTSFOfftqZaDG8=" /></a> </span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">This past weekend I had the opportunity to </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVdVjeTVoKA"><span class="Apple-style-span">walk the land in prayer</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span">, with a group of believers from our local church </span><a href="http://www.thepointchurch.co.uk/whoweare.php"><span class="Apple-style-span">The Point</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span">. This made me think that it is time for the next part in the Giraffeology Chronicles. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">As I was walking and praying throughout the land here in </span><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGdaUmMFjiB2EvGF-_N_fnXe81ph4O8aZrIl-5sxkNqvW5dcM&t=1&usg=___Ro6ME6uWZxRGGEqlOiihOWbB0M="><span class="Apple-style-span">Mid-Sussex England</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"> and looking at the beauty of the landscape. I began to think once again about the giraffe. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">You may well be thinking “how in the world did a prayer walk make you think of the giraffe?”. Well let me tell you. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><a href="http://www.arkive.org/giraffe/giraffa-camelopardalis/#text=All"><span class="Apple-style-span">A giraffes neck is about 8ft-2.4m long</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><u></u>. That is about half of their total height. Pretty impressive eh? So of course with this tremendously long neck, they have the ability to see over a long range of distance. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">This made me think of how we all need to get a clear view in life. To look ahead and have a plan to get where we want to go. To get a higher view not just an earthly one. To get the divine plan that God has for us as He certainly does have a plan for every one of us. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I know that there are some of you out there who are pretty clear on what you want to do in life and how you are going to accomplish your goals. You are the ones that discipline, is your friend. You love </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span">lists</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"> and </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span">schedules</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"> and </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span">diaries.</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span><em><span class="Apple-style-span">You know what you want to be when you grow up and how to get there</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span">. In fact I think you are the grown ups. :)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Then there are those of us who </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">love </span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">random</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">, </span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">spontaneous</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> and </span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">spur of the moment</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> We are the Peter Pans who never want to grow up. We thrive on the whirlwind lifestyle. We are the ones who know what we want but have a hard time stopping long enough to stay focused to get it. We have what I call DDD (Discipline Deficit Disorder) We know that we need the </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span">lists</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"> and the </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span">schedules</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"> and the </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span">diaries</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span">. But we use them only when we find that life has become overwhelming. When we do we realize that they really do help. </span></span><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">At least that is the way it is with me. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">W</span></span><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">hen it comes to reaching a goal or getting something really accomplished in my life. I have found that I must allow myself to be </span><a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/discipline"><span class="Apple-style-span">disciplined</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"> enough to go by a schedule. Or at the very least, a list. </span></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Like the giraffe I think we must learn to look above the tree tops of life. To look beyond the things that block our vision of the road ahead. Take time to revel in God’s love through a pure heart of worship, prayer and praise. To get a heavenly perspective on things. To look into the word to get the wisdom that only comes from Him. In order accomplish the goals that we have in our hearts to accomplish. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:DeVinne BT;"><span style="font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">For me praying in the spirit is one of the most powerful things that I find takes me into that higher place with the Lord, coupled with true worship. In the times that I take to soak in the Lord’s presence thinking about Him. Looking up to Him. Stretching my spiritual neck to see Jesus. As I lift Him up in my time of adoration He lifts me higher. Above the circumstances of life and all the distractions so I can get a clear view of things.</span></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family:DeVinne BT;"><span style="font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">It is at these times that He is able to expose the enemy to me. Especially the enemy that seeks to steal my joy and with it my time. What about you? </span></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I am determined to tell myself, that I will be disciplined. In the areas where I feel that I slip through the cracks. Then to remind myself that discipline is not a cuss word. It is a good thing. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">When I stick my neck out and stretch a little higher to see things from God’s view I find that I am </span></span><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">more empowered to accomplish the things that He has put in my heart to do. </span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">God has already given us all things that pertain to life and godliness.*1 Remember that we </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span">can</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span"> do all things through Christ who strengthens us.*2</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Come with me as I lift my vision higher. To become like the giraffe who is able to see it’s predators afar off. Able to see the refreshing water hole that will refresh the soul and eat the green lush acacia leaves high up in the tree. Allegorically speaking of course. </span></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Lets endeavor with the Lord’s help to have the character that will help us to go for our dreams. To allow discipline to stretch us. To take chances and go for the dreams deep inside the heart. To be like the giraffe and to stick our neck out. To reach for the high calling that we have in Christ Jesus. *3</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></p> <blockquote> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I think this quote by Jacqueline Bisset says it all for me, as a woman that is;</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><a href="http://quotes.dictionary.com/search/discipline%20woman"><em><span class="Apple-style-span">Character contributes to beauty. It fortifies a woman as her youth fades. A mode of conduct, a standard of courage, discipline, fortitude and integrity can do a great deal to make a women beautiful</span></em></a></span></span></span></p></blockquote> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">So go ahead and stick your neck and remember always to “Be Stretched Not Stressed”</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: 'DeVinne BT'; font-size: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Grace, Peace and Love, Firedancer</span></span></p> <ol> <li><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">2 Peter 1:3 - 8</span></li> <li><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Philippians 4:13</span></li> <li><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Philippians 3:14</span></li></ol>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-40640510743132063602010-09-02T13:28:00.001-07:002010-10-06T13:15:15.756-07:00Shake It Off And Step Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTObGqF_H1-e2GTtMWFw88wNDDLcau7mWNawGXHQ52Y3plBINk&t=1&usg=__uTWdfAro6H-t9KQNZSP_6aJJkfY="><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 180px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTObGqF_H1-e2GTtMWFw88wNDDLcau7mWNawGXHQ52Y3plBINk&t=1&usg=__uTWdfAro6H-t9KQNZSP_6aJJkfY=" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">This is for all you out there who are coming up against people who have been a bit of a 'donkey's end. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size:medium;">Or, well how can I say it just ‘PLAIN EEEEVIL’.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> You know the Kind… </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Either they are the ones that smile in your face while twisting the knife into your back. Or they don’t even care to hide the venomous intents of their rotten hearts. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I know you must be saying; “Now, Now Soroya how can you talk like that”. But sorry there is just no nice way to broach the subject. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Sure I am just like you. I want to believe the best of people, but the bottom line is that we live in an ugly world with ugly people. And I don’t mean the outwardly ugly. I mean the ones who may look like the so called <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-aUj4dRm-o">‘Body beautifuls’</a> but on the inside they are what Jesus said are full of “Dead mans bones” the hypocrites. Matthew 23:27</span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">The ones who think nothing of trashing your soul and throwing you on the wayside to rot in remorse and trepidation.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Sorry again but I am angry. Angry with righteous indignation. Angry that the evil doers seem to be inheriting the land. When I know that the Lord promised us that they would not. That we the righteous (those redeemed by the blood of the lamb) will be the ones to inherit the land.</span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">Psalm 37:29</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I am angry but I refuse to sin. Ephesians 4:26</span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> There is a righteous anger. The kind that will stand in the gap for those who are being abused by the evil doers. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Don’t get me wrong I will pray for them and love them as Jesus said.</span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">But I do not have to like them or agree with their evil deeds. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">The Lord did not tell us that we had to <i>like</i> people who are like that. He said that we were to “Love”. Remember Love is a VERB. Matthew 5:44 </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size:medium;">It is not merely a series of ooshy, gooshy warm and fuzzy feelings. Feelings come and Feelings go. So let the feelings go and hang tight to the love. God's kind of love. The Love that will bless instead of curse. We can bless someone without blessing their actions or their wicked (twisted thinking) ways. Bless them with the mind of Christ and the fear of the Lord. Which is the beginning of wisdom Psalm 111:10</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">The poem below is one I wrote a few years ago when I read the headlines of the paper where a donkey was stuck in a well. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">It reminded me of the story of the ‘Donkey in the Well” </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Here is my rendition of the story.</span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">There once was a Donkey who was an adorable thing. But he had a bit of a stubborn streak. He really loved to tease his master by doing the things he knew made the old man upset. Then he would whinny with delight when he got a reaction. Now the Donkey didn’t have a mean streak. He was just a bit mischievous. But his master on the other hand, was a crotchety old man who had no sense of humor and took life far too seriously. One day the donkey got on the farmers last nerve, as he would not budge to do anything that the farmer wanted him to do. In fact he plopped right down on his ‘asses ass’(‘scuse’ the lingo.) This made the farmer more furious than he had ever been and the gears in his mind began to work over times as to how he could get rid of the obstinate creature. The farmer was at an odds as he did not know how to get rid of the donkey, as he was old and no one would want to buy him. Then one day in a fit of rage the farmer set a trap for the poor donkey over a well and when the sad fellow fell to the bottom of the well he left him there. Without much remorse I must say. On top of it he got even more malicious and began shoveling dirt onto his back. Man what a mean cuss he was. {Know any people like that? I do}</span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Anyway, Dear Mr. Donkey was an optimistic little fellow a “glass half full kinda guy”. So when he hit the bottom of the well instead of just sitting there as the dirt fell onto his back. Or feeling sorry for himself until he was buried alive. He simply began shaking his back as each clod fell down and stepped onto the pile of dirt beneath his feet. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Finally the little pile of dirt began to grow and as it did he simply shook it off and stepped up. As the evil farmer kept shoveling dirt and cussing out the poor creature, he began to smile wickedly thinking that his troubles were over. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Until all of a sudden as he turned to get a another pile of dirt, he heard the familiar sound that he knew so well. Yep you got it, the 'delightful little whinny of the donkey’. As he turned around he saw the donkeys' grinning face. Before the farmer could do a thing, the donkey simply jumped over the side of the well and ran off. Never to return.</span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">The moral of the story when people are trying to bury you with the evil intentions of their heart simply do like the donkey and 'SHAKE IT ALL OFF AND STEP UP'. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#008080;"></span> </p> <p align="left"><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTvPjodFh4BJp2AsppK46IZfjUx64OEpTMH5vYoWzBNuiKu9Is&t=1&usg=__WNoP4v0TYF6m59YiVZyaDfDld4w="><img style="border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTvPjodFh4BJp2AsppK46IZfjUx64OEpTMH5vYoWzBNuiKu9Is&t=1&usg=__WNoP4v0TYF6m59YiVZyaDfDld4w=" width="289" height="209" /></a> </p> <p><span style="font-family:Curlz MT;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">When people are rotten and evil and mean<br />When their words try to bury you deep<br />Just think of the donkey stuck in the well<br />Don't let their junk make a heap<br />Just draw in a deep breath<br />Then count slowly to ten<br />Shake off their words with great might<br />With resolve in your spirit and a song on your lips<br />NEVER draw back from the fight<br />Be like the donkey...<br />Make the first move<br />To "SHAKE IT ALL OFF AND STEP UP"!!!!</span></span> </p> <p><span style="font-family:Curlz MT;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Poem by; </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Soroya aka SS Firedancer</span></span><span style="font-family:DellaRobbia BT;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"> ©</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"> All rights reserved</span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Curlz MT;color:#800040;"></span></p>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-18672503883917098872010-08-27T21:27:00.001-07:002010-08-29T17:18:16.614-07:00Wonder Woman Rockeeta Here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:6LniVeQg_iUR6M:http://www.comixconnection.com/uploaded_images/lynda-carter-wonder-woman-c10102422-785537.jpeg&t=1"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 250px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:6LniVeQg_iUR6M:http://www.comixconnection.com/uploaded_images/lynda-carter-wonder-woman-c10102422-785537.jpeg&t=1" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'Formal436 BT';font-size:medium;">This past week has been a real fight for so many people.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'Formal436 BT';font-size:medium;">Myself included but in a different sort of way. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'Formal436 BT';font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'Formal436 BT';font-size:medium;">Unlike the other week when I felt like I was hiking up the trail inside of someone else's ruck sack. Tonight I feel like the Warrior Queen from some Wonder Woman episode. Fighting for my loved ones in a village that has been invaded by terrorist raiders.</span> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"> I can just imagine myself as <a href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.comixconnection.com/uploaded_images/lynda-carter-wonder-woman-c10102422-785537.jpeg&img"><u>Lynda Carter</u></a> in a 'Chocolate' version. Wielding a massive sword and chopping off of the head of my enemy. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">No, Perhaps I feel more like “Rockeeta” the female version of “Rocky Balboa” from Rocky 2 or is it 3 when he goes up against the monstrous Russian in the boxing ring.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">Here’s a little Clip from my favorite Brooklynite (if only fictitious) </span><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3wuXyOUKJw">Rocky Balboa</a> Just click on the link and as you watch remember that </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'Formal436 BT';font-size:medium;">Jesus promised us that He would never leave us or forsake us. </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'Formal436 BT';font-size:medium;">So hang in there bay bay and take Rockies advise and "Just keep moving forward".</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">And take some of Rockeeta’s advice; “Should you fall get back up again”</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">A righteous wo'/man falls seven times (the number for perfection) and gets back up again. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">So even if you blew it “poy-fect-lee” this week. As us Brooklynites say (pronounced Ba-rook-lin-ites) it’s ok. Jesus paid for all our blunders. Just get back up again.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">Or perhaps you feel like I did this week. Beat to a pulp. In Warrior Woman mode. Fighting for those in my life and those in my circle of influence.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">If so, do like I do when I’m in the thick of the battle. PRAISE!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"> Let God arise and His enemies be scattered.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">Then <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eE3XerE_6MU"><u>Cry Out to Jesus</u></a></span><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"> and let Him wipe the blood off of your face. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">Then just get back in the ring and give the enemy the woopin of his life :) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'Formal436 BT';font-size:medium;">Just don’t get in there alone. Let Him fight your battles for you.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">PS “Know what your worth” </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#800000;">~Peace, Grace and Love, Firedancer </span></p></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-63766256700910195062010-08-25T19:00:00.001-07:002010-08-25T19:06:34.312-07:00Giraffeology Part Three “The better to See You My Dear”<p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"> Hi I’m back with the next exciting adventure of Giraffeology. </span><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"> </span><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"><a href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.animalpictures1.com/data/media/62/giraffe-14.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.animalpictures1.com/r-giraffe-62-animation-giraffe-1027.htm&usg=__uTh9_1wgTzgY-U0fWTBlUdCKyUo=&h=818&w=1024&sz=478&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=PLbnXHuaF0q2OM:&tbnh=112&tbnw=145&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dgiraffe%2Bpictures%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D709%26tbs%3Disch:1&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=547&vpy=98&dur=231&hovh=201&hovw=251&tx=182&ty=194&ei=Ept1TJ7TOJXNjAeZ743qBQ&oei=Ept1TJ7TOJXNjAeZ743qBQ&esq=1&page=1&ndsp=31&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:0"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTJB6vmf5_QI3tBCtyWu9vqpaiix_Zooi2gkv2GAI9VgGgWWVc&t=1&usg=__TTFQOt7EI9uRdvHbmc_ZkOfFhcU=" /></a> <span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">I’m sure that all you brilliant people out there have figured out the next thing I will be focusing on. Pun definitely intended. Yes</span><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"> siree bub “The Eyes”. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">As you can <u>see</u> the giraffes eyes are quite large. It has been said that they are the only other animal aside from the eagle that has the longest range of vision. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"> An old Japanese proverb or maybe not so old who knows, you always just hear it said by the “mysterious they’s” who say ‘old’ but in truth I don’t know if it is old. Do you? Ok off the tangent. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">The Japanese {old or otherwise} proverb says; <a href="http://www.allgreatquotes.com/search_results.shtml?cx=partner-pub-3786904211722983:420o07-yxob&cof=FORID:10&ie=ISO-8859-1&q=vision&sa=Search&siteurl=www.allgreatquotes.com/"><u>Vision without action is a daydream, action without vision is a nightmare</u>.</a> </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">God of course said it first. Without vision the people perish. *1 This kind of vision is not merely a biological structure. It is the inner vision of the heart. They are our dreams, hopes and aspirations. </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">God has blessed us all with vision.*2 Even those without the ability to see with human eyes can see into God’s realm with just a little thing called faith. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Faith not only in God but in the vision He has equipped us all with. God has a purpose for all of our lives. A dream that He wants to awaken in us. The ability to see with the unseen eyes of hope for a bright future. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">In this day and age when things can be so tough we must keep our <u>eyes</u> on the only one who can <u>see</u> us through. </span> </p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">There are many people who can see with their natural eyes but are blind to many other things. Like the blessings that are in their life. The things that are right under their noses that they take for granted every day. Don’t get me wrong I am guilty of the same thing at times. </span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#400080;">I think of the times when I have gotten upset about some minor irritation in my life. instead of thanking God that I have life. Or how about all the times that I get so impatient when things don’t happen for me immediately. Like my food coming faster than a nano second at the fast food window.</span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#400080;">How about the many times have I complained about the laundry or the house work. Instead of praising God for the wonderful gift of health so I <u>could</u> do the house work. </span></span><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Or the fact that I have a washing machine instead of having to beat my clothes on a rock or in some dirty hole.</span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Oh and this is a big one. All the times that I start to panic because I need a miracle of some sort and forget all the other times that God saw me through. And how He promised to never leave me or forsake me.*3</span></span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Look if you are one of those ‘super-men/women out there who don’t struggle with this stuff and you can’t really relate. Please pray for me. </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">But if you are saying girlfren you are reading my book right now. Then I am standing in the gap for you and am believing that God will help you/us through. </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">All I want is to see things the way God sees them. To look with His eyes at situations. Even the not so good situations. To get a Great Big vision for my life and of His love for me. </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Like those humongous eyes of the giraffe I want to see farther ahead and believe that God has good things in store for me. How about you?</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Perhaps you are feeling like you have no vision or that you lost your vision or your dream. </span><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Hope deferred makes the heart sick but when dreams come true there is life and joy.*3</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Maybe you have lost your joy because you feel like your life is rather mundane or directionless. Been there done that, read the book baught the t-shirt yada yada. But thank God that He has and always will pull me/us through. Even if we don’t feel it at the time. </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Know that just as our marvelous Creator made the giraffe with His gigantor eyes and great vision. He can create in you the ability to see the the things He designed you for and to see the dream that He has in store for you. </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">So open your eyes and see that God is looking down on you with love. His plans for you are good all the time. Be confident that He gave us eyes to see they are His gift to us. We don’t have to work for a gift we only have to receive it. </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Oh and remember that Jesus said that all we had to do was ask and He would give it to us. If we would only believe for it.*5 </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">In other words see it.</span><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;"> If you can see it, you can receive it. </span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:100%;color:#400080;">Prayers, Blessing and Peace ~Firedancer</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#400080;"> </span></span></p> <ol> <li> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:85%;color:#408080;">Proverbs 29:18</span></div> </li><li> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:85%;color:#408080;">Romans 8:28</span></div> </li><li> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:85%;color:#408080;">Proverbs 13:12 NLT</span></div> </li><li> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:85%;color:#408080;">Proverbs 20:12 </span></div> </li><li> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:85%;color:#408080;">John 15:16</span></div></li></ol> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Formal436 BT;font-size:85%;color:#408080;"></span></p>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-52685193804281296072010-08-22T02:56:00.001-07:002010-09-25T03:56:44.284-07:00Part Two Giraffeology~Stick Out Your Tongue and Say AAAH!!!<p><span >In Part One I touched a little on the giraffe’s amazingly long tongue. </span><a href="http://uglyoverload.blogspot.com/2008/12/tongues.html"><img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaKdX9qAHmDIsM5EVMR79jZv-BoZPEf5lvnPcMILToRnpSqQjmuVAZvTVemlm16Q60_V9WbnRVvlyEdqfFGpw3DAV9aHhA4uFxPV5EMgtiGLm-hI78vMKfkCDl8leDH_f9SHTzjtdwJaft/s400/Giraffe+Tongue.jpg" width="144" height="130" /></a></p> <p><span >Today I want to talk about how the giraffe uses their long tongue <a href="http://www.honoluluzoo.org/giraffe.htm">(which by the way can be extended up to 18inches)</a> to reach their food and it’s parallel to us spiritually. </span></p> <p><span >As we know food is used for basic survival. Although all living creatures can go for a while without food we know that eventually after a relatively short time starvation sets in and the body will begin to feed on itself.</span></p> <p><span >One of the remarkable things (to me) that scientists’ have found, is that the human body can go about 40 days without food before it begins to (what I like to call) ‘flesh out’. Feed on itself. </span></p> <p><span >Wow! Just how cool is that. Jesus our Lord put aside His own personal gratification of the joy of food for us.</span></p> <p><span > Although He was probably hungry at first He was not starving. That would begin to set in after the 40 days. The Bible says; That it was after He went up into the mountain to be tempted of the devil that ‘He hungered’.{*1}</span></p> <p><span >When we feed on spiritual things. Like meditating on God’s word and hangin’ out with Him via prayer, praise and just plain ‘chillin’ or as the new terminology goes “soaking in God’s presence" Our flesh won’t be able to rise up and demand that it be satisfied. </span></p> <p><span >The giraffe has a special choice of yummies that it likes to munch on or should I say is designed to. That being, mostly the bark and leaves of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giraffe">Mimosa or in Bible times the Acacia Tree.</a></span></p> <p><span >Fruit is another of their other favs. Remember that we are to feed on the Fruit of the Spirit. {2}</span></p> <p><span > Jesus said that man/wo-man does not live on bread (earthly food) alone but by every word that God speaks. {3}</span></p> <p><span >But what about Acacia? </span><span >I know you Biblical scholars out there are probably saying; “I know what Acacia wood was used for” “The making of the <a href="http://www.keyway.ca/htm2006/20061003.htm">‘Ark of the Covenant” and “The Tabernacle of Moses”</a> {*4 & *5}</span></p> <p><span >Double Wow!! </span></p> <p><span ><span >To digress to my native tongue the lingo of </span><a href="http://www.visitbrooklyn.org/"><span >Ba-rook-lan-eze</span></a><span > <u><a href="http://www.visitbrooklyn.org/">(the native tongue of Da ‘Brooklynites’)</a></u> </span></span><span ><span >Y</span></span><span >a <em>Ar What Ya Eat</em> “<span >.</span>“ Full Stop (As they say here in England) aka “Period”</span></p> <p><span >If we can be like the giraffe and reach up high to get to the goodies God has for us. To coin an old phrase we really do need to be “more <em>spiritual minded</em> so we can truly be of <em>earthly good”</em>. Then we will be satisfied in a way that living for mere self gratification, can never satisfy. </span></p> <p><span >Plus we will be equipped to do the work that God has called us to do. We will have enough of God’s sustenance within us so we can be like the plants and in a way <a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/3715/photo3.html">photosynthesize.</a> As we are energized by God as He is Light and there is no darkness in Him. {*6} He will give us the power to shine as the lights in this dark world.{*7} </span></p> <p><span >As the Psalmist says ‘Selah’ {*8} in other words push the pause button for a sec and take time to really think. God cared for us so much that He even uses The marvels of His creation to speak to us.</span></p> <p><span >He chose the same kind of tree that the tallest of all animal in the world feeds on. So to sum it up in a nut shell or should I say ‘an acacia leaf’</span></p> <p><span >Just as the giraffe has to stick it’s neck out and stretch to get it’s nourishment we too “</span><span >You got it” need to reach for the things that God has for us. The things hidden in His Word. </span></p> <p><span >So chow down bay bay</span></p> <p><span >and until the next Giraffeology report</span><span > Peace and Love, Firedancer</span></p> <ol> <li> <span >Luke 4:2</span> </li><li><span ><span ><span >Galatians</span> 5:22 & <span >Ephesians 5:9</span></span></span> </li><li><span >Matthew 4:4 & Luke 4:4</span> </li><li><span >Exodus 25:10 </span> </li><li><span >Exodus 26:15,26:26,36:20</span> </li><li><span >I John 1:5</span> </li><li><span >Phillipians 2:15</span> </li><li><span > Psalm 21:2</span> <p><span ></span></p></li></ol>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-47912072420224327552010-08-16T15:57:00.000-07:002010-08-19T10:34:18.269-07:00Part 1 Giraffeology ~Get a Clear View<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsNM7B32xSxTd0zBJexmcq5YsUJKSoOfeBrCBddb4wC95O_lGs-Obo_YGbLO9UUOcJFILd-Tjs7zH-GUnKMZwlLpTGRdi_sBUnpX5z2zO38G33Trr-JofogMASxZrxzojR9hokYqvsMM/s1600/Giraffe+Card.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsNM7B32xSxTd0zBJexmcq5YsUJKSoOfeBrCBddb4wC95O_lGs-Obo_YGbLO9UUOcJFILd-Tjs7zH-GUnKMZwlLpTGRdi_sBUnpX5z2zO38G33Trr-JofogMASxZrxzojR9hokYqvsMM/s320/Giraffe+Card.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506150428430800514" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">The Giraffe is one of my favourite animals in that I really think that we can learn so much about God's wisdom as we look at their marvelous design. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">So I hope you will come along with me as I seek to listen to 'Wisdom' as she speaks through the silence of the dear quiet giraffe . *1</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">The first thing that struck me about the giraffe is that although they have tremendously long tongues (18 in.~45cm} they are by no means loud mouths. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">No they are not mute like most think they are. They are by nature quiet animals. A</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> trait that I greatly admire in others. As those of you who know me, being quiet is something I have to work at :) One that I value in my beloved husband and by God's grace I am learning to master more and more each day *2-4</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">The word says that in quietness and confidence we will find strength. *5 </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">There is truly a certain strength that comes in (to use an old adage) 'Letting Go and Letting God'. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">When life is a challenge and there are people or circumstances that make you just want to scream 'take it to Jesus' He is the only one who can calm the storm tossed soul. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">But remember not to hold it all to yourself. The Holy Spirit is our comforter.*6</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">He desires nothing more than to come along side and help you in your times of need. He will be like 'Simon' who carried Jesus' cross. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">He will and did carry your cross (burdens). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">So just turn the burden over to Him. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">*7 {By the way the very name Simon means one who listens closely with the intention of obeying. Isn't that just like the Holy Spirit}</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">And remember my 'Soroyaism' ;</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Just because you feel it doesn't mean you have to own it</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Oh and just in case you need a Jesus with skin on. (A person in the here and now)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">He will send you others who will come alongside in your journey to help. They will be your Simon's that can help support you when you fall under the weight of the cross you are told to bear. But just remember that Jesus said take up your cross and follow Him. He never said for you to carry it alone. *8</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">So be at peace and let your quietness, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">perhaps not in words but </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">in your trust in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">God. Give you strength! *5 </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "> And to help with a visual as to how much He carried for us 'Watch the Lamb' the song by Ray Bolts (click on the tab at the top of the page for the link)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">More to come...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">Later for now, Firedacer </span></div><div><ol><li>Proverbs 2:6God gives wisdom out of His mouth comes knowledge and understanding.</li><li>Proverbs 15:2 The tongue of the wise uses knowledge rightly but the mouth of fools pours forth foolishly</li><li>Proverbs 21:23 Whoever guards his mouth and tongue keeps his soul from troubles.</li><li>Proverbs 12:18 There is one who speaks like the piercing of a sword but the tongue of the wise promotes health</li><li>Isaiah 30:15 ... in quietness and confidence shall be your strength</li><li>John 14:26 But the "The Comforter "...</li><li>Luke23:26 ... on Simon they laid the cross that he might bear it after Jesus (note here that Jesus went before the cross and Simon carried it after Jesus That is what God does for us)</li><li>Matt 16:24, Mark 8:34, Mark 10:21,Luke 9:23 ... Take up your cross and follow...</li></ol></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-57837146502256234602010-08-12T09:07:00.000-07:002010-08-16T03:13:57.683-07:00Hiking in the Ruck Sack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsCOUO60k5w1mu91-aB3b6n4bRpelDS0kFtNCrwK8aUmPAhCeN64Zi4tXYZpKq840TTq8BRJtuPHnQWlxH1pJldGQOUbUIwaz0WT0IwzMc3jJBubJ_kr1bjZOOI0ea1cUSjlhXpNKLTk/s400/Come+up+Higher+card.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsCOUO60k5w1mu91-aB3b6n4bRpelDS0kFtNCrwK8aUmPAhCeN64Zi4tXYZpKq840TTq8BRJtuPHnQWlxH1pJldGQOUbUIwaz0WT0IwzMc3jJBubJ_kr1bjZOOI0ea1cUSjlhXpNKLTk/s400/Come+up+Higher+card.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">My journey today has me on quite a pensive road.Which believe me is not hard for me. One of my weaknesses is over analysis of things. Particularly concerning the challenges that life has in itself.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">All the "shoulda", "coulda", "woulda's" swimming around my head can put me into a catatonic state at times.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">So at these times I either take a pen and write (or in this case blog) or I scribble my thoughts in the realm of drawing or some other form of artisitic release. Then there are the times that I delve into one of mine and my friends favourite pass times of collaging <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(click on</span></span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66CCCC;"> </span></span></span></span><a href="http://www.moxiemeblog.com/favicon.ico"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66CCCC;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Kimber's</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">name to check out her </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">blog.)</span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">This morning I scribbled this little guy (to the left) hiking up a mountain. I guess because that's how I am feeling.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"></span></span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">No,</span></span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> in all honesty it is how I feel a lot of people in my life are feeling right now. <i>The drawing is actually a card for my son Aaron who is in a sense is facing a mountain of challenges in his own life right now.</i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Some of the challenges that I know, my son, as well as others of my loved ones and friends are going through right now makes me feel like I'm going along for the ride.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">In many ways I feel like the ruck sack (back pack) hanging on to them, in my heart. As they seem to be hiking up a vast mountain without any sign of the top in sight. When I hear their stories I feel like I am just going along for the ride. Hoping that I can offer a bit of refreshment or sustenance when called upon</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">It is times like these when feelings of helplessness try to overwhelm me. As I seek to share their burdens </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">"fulfilling the law of Christ" </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Galatians 6:2 </span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';">Taking each one to the foot of the cross in intercession and travail. I pray that as I go along with them in their own personal hikes I can remind them that God never fails. That even if they feel like they are on some narrow ledge in peril of slipping off and plummeting to the bottom. He will be there to catch them should they fall. That in Truth </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:'lucida grande';">(Jesus being the only TRUTH</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:'lucida grande';">) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';">their footsteps can be secure as they</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><i> look to Him the author and finisher of their faith Hebrews 12:2</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';"> Not the ominous cliff side. I remind them as well as myself to keep looking ahead and refuse to <i>dare</i> to look down.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:'lucida grande';"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">If perhaps you are the one on that ledge I urge you to look to </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The LIGHT</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">(Jesus is the only true Light)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> and know that brighter days are up ahead for those who trust securely in God's love.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">And believe me </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Our God is Love</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">He does care even about the little things. Or the </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">not so little things</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> that make us feel like we are being robbed of our very oxygen. Like the high altitude climber, ready to pass out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">I know you may be saying "well you can't talk you're not in my situation".</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">No</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> maybe I'm not but I can say with all honesty that I have been there. And in a sense I still am.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Even now as I am writing these words I'm fighting back the urge to cry as I am bearing some heavy burdens of those who are closest to my heart.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">But truly that is not the point I would like to make. Even </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">though</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> I may be able to </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">empathize </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">with you or someone else. Or to maybe even </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">sympathize</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> with you. More than that there is </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">One Greater</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> than </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">my experience</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> or </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">your experience</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> or </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">anyone else's experiences.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Who not only was touched with the feelings of our troubles but </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">He </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">took them all and nailed them once and for all on a hideous cross so we don't have to bear them.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">So please cast your cares on </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Him</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> don't hold onto them and let the </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Lover</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> of your soul and mine </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">send you help from </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">His</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> sanctuary and rescue you from all your troubles Psalm 20:2.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Peace, Love, Hope and Intercession, Firedancer</span></span></span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-20390548018629683612010-08-03T17:27:00.000-07:002010-09-03T04:17:35.297-07:00Solja Boy Sean<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/155/6/1297861037/n1297861037_214785_4471.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v651/155/6/1297861037/n1297861037_214785_4471.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is my son the 'Solja Boy' Sean. I just want to thank you all for praying for him as he is on his journey out there doing what God called him to do. I also hope you will be touched as you read the poem. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Keepsake Box"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"></span>I wrote it when he first entered the military and was in a place of great danger.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> He was only in contact with me very sporadically. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Now it seems like Deja-vu as he is once again on deployment and I do not know when he will be able to contact me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am, as before living the life of faith and claiming Psalm 91 every moment of my day for him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> So thanks for the prayers and the thoughts from a military moms heart. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">~Firedancer</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PS also I hope you will listen to the song Letters from War just click on the tap at the top right of the page that says Song links</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><blockquote style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">KEEP SAKE BOX</span></span></i></b></p></blockquote><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Tiny Fingers clutching mine</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Miniature Footsteps rapidly tapping to keep pace</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Kisses freely lavished</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">hugs galore</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">and snuggles I never imagined would cease</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Munchkin footprints, h</span></span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">igh pitched voice</span></span></i></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Peek-a-boos and lullabies</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">are all a part of the keepsake box in my heart</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">All grown up now...</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">You don't need me anymore to hold your hand</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">securely tucked inside mine</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Keep you safe from the perils of this</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">"GREAT BIG WORLD"</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Only my prayers, and wishes and hopes</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Cross the vast ocean that separates you from me</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">I turn you over to the only one who can guard you</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">As you step out into the destiny that</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">He has chiseled out for you</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">No longer my "little man"</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">It is with great honor that I release you</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">To spread your wings and fly</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Free to fall into the arms of Him</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Who will surely catch you up into His everlasting Ones</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">To hold your not so tiny hand inside</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">His Immensely Powerful One</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">More than able to keep you from falling</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">and present you spotless...</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Until you are completely transformed</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">into the man that He has destined you to be</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">'Til your footsteps are lost inside</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">His footprints</span></span></i></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">and your fingers are forever clasped securely around His</span></span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"></span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:inherit;"><div style="text-align: right; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Poem by; Soroya </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">aka </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">SS Firedance</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">© </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">All rights reserved</span></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><div></div></span><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "></p></div></span></span></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-77405111714106232792010-07-29T16:50:00.000-07:002010-08-16T16:45:09.508-07:00Just Breathe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:e9RyJMhkJ5TnAM:http://dontsqueezethejj.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/tornado.jpg&t=1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:e9RyJMhkJ5TnAM:http://dontsqueezethejj.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/tornado.jpg&t=1" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Hi Again,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Do you ever feel like you are in a whirlwind of change in life? Or perhaps the whirlwind is simply in the "To Do List" in your mind. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">I know how that feels. There are times that I seem to live in that place almost every day.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">I find myself having to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><i>"Just Breathe" </i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">and to remind myself to take one step at a time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">To stop and smell the proverbial roses along the rocky path of life. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">To simply let all the things that seem to be the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">'weeds'</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"> in my life, become </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">'wild flowers instead'.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"> Beautiful, robust and even medicinal. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">When my mind is running at a pace that could surpass a shooting star and I feel frantic about which way I need to go. Or how little time I have to do all the things that I failed to do over the years. When the chronological clock keeps tap, tap, tapping at my mind. Like the Chinese water torture. I shake myself back to the true reality of things. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><i><b>I am not a mere mortal.</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><i><b></b></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">And neither are you out there who claim to have the life of God inside of you, through the redemptive blood of Jesus.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">We are 'No' the '<i>M</i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">ortals', </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">we are the '<i>E</i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">ternals'</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">We are as, I like to say </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>'33 and holding'.</b></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Jesus stopped at 33 and so have I. At least in my, heart that is. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">So when life seems to be sucking me down the drain of lunatic thoughts. I simply stop and pull the plug on the manic task master that tries to push me out of my place of peace and I sit. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Yep you got it I just sit. I plop myself right down and just breathe in the presence of my loving Lord and allow Him to still my frantic soul.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Even if I can't sit in this body of flesh. I take a mental squat on a peaceful green pasture in the secret garden of my thoughts. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">It is there that I listen to my Beloved God remind me that</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"> </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The Great I AM </span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">lives in me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">It is there that</span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">'i am'</span></i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">no longer driven. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">I remember that it is always the enemy of my soul that drives. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">My</span> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>Loving Shepherd</b></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"> gently leads. He leads me in to paths of righteousness for His name sake. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">{Psalms 23}</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>He</b></span></i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">leads me by the still waters and it is only </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>He</b></span></i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">that can still my storm tossed heart. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">So if you find yourself in the same place of looney tooney agitation. Just </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><i>Stop,</i></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"> right where you are and </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Breathe</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Breathe in the love of the Lord and allow Him to reset your timing belt. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">However you be saying "I don't even know this loving <i>"Shepherd God"</i> that you speak of. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Well, He is just a whisper away. So even if you are not sure that He is really there and that He truly loves you and wants to still your quaking heart. Just call on Him and ask Him to prove Himself to you. I promise you He will. Oh and by the way should you ask Him into your heart and life, all the little (so called) co-incidences that will all of a sudden start happening to you, <i>Well... that would be God.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">Later~ Grace, Peace and Love, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>Firedancer</b></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-38123470929929098382010-07-23T22:59:00.000-07:002010-08-01T04:02:10.338-07:00Word UP!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Below you will see my latest entry of what I think to be the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;">NOW WORD</span> for our day. It is basically taking what we have little or big and giving it out to love those in the circle of our influence with the love that God has planted into the heart of those who love Him. When you finish reading the post click on the bottom to listen to the song that is the message of my heart. To Simply Live for God</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">~Grace, Peace and Love, Firedancer</span></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-49754480477579633442010-07-23T21:19:00.000-07:002010-08-04T06:10:28.934-07:00IT'S QUALITY VS. QUANTITY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:s4ruUpH_AOLNxM:http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4068/2006106547494929989rskn3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 126px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:s4ruUpH_AOLNxM:http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4068/2006106547494929989rskn3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I have been meditating lately on the value of things. What gives something value? Is it the size, or the material that it is made of? Is it, it's locality or it's rarity? Surely it could be all, some, or none of these things.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> In a world where things are many times given value if they are large and ostentatious, I think we sometimes over look the little things. Especially when the little thing is coming from us. I know that, I sometimes battle with thinking that what I have to offer someone else is of little, or of any real consequence to them. Does that happen to you? Do you think that what you have to give someone is insignificant? Perhaps you only have a word of encouragement or a tiny window of time to call a friend or have a cupper. We all know how life can be jammed full to the brim with the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">'gotta do's, need to do's and wanna do's.</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">The things that seem to snatch our well meaning wishes away. In spite of that I challenge you to look for some way each day that you can perform not only the</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">'random'</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> acts of kindness but the</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> 'purposeful and the spontaneous'</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">ones as well. Whether it is dropping a note on someones car bonnet when you leave the house in the morning to say you love them. Or to sweep the elderly widow's walkway for her. Remember that it is the quality of things that matters not just the quantity. Value comes from the one who owns, not just the one who sticks the price tag on. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">How many rocks do you recon it would take to amount to the value of the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">"Hope Diamond"</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">I would imagine it would take enough to build a nice size mansion. Yet I would think that even the one sitting in the mansion, would value a cure for their child that has a terminal disease,more than the mansion and all the millions in itself. At least I would hope so. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">So don't think that your tiny seed of blessing is of little or no value. Just think about the mustard seed and the giant tree trapped inside its tiny case.{Mark4:41-42} And what about the widow and her few pennies? Jesus valued her offering more than all the millions that the 'so called' religious put in the pot.{Mark 12:41-44} True religion in God's eyes is far more than bench warming on a Sunday morning. It is giving out the love that God has given to us through His beloved son's ultimate sacrifice. It is being like the little lad that gave his lunch away willingly to Jesus. You know the one that fed the multitude.{John 6:9} Remember that God looks on the heart not on the outside. It is better to give the little nothings to someone, with a heart of love than the millions out of a sense of obligation or necessity. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Most of All Remember it is the QUALITY NOT THE QUANTITY that truly counts. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Grace,Peace and Love to you today as you receive this NOW Word, Firedancer</span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">PS here is the link to the song that is on my heart today </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8khkgKtHFo">"Simply Live For You"</a></span></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-23470620364663891802010-07-17T07:15:00.001-07:002010-08-01T04:01:37.275-07:00Word UP!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">The 'Word Up' for today is another one of my poems. It touches on the times when we feel alone in our place of pain or fear. I am dedicating this to my Nephew "Kevin Hines". As you read the poem you can click here to see the 'You Tube Video'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfNjxINzPHg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Coming Apart</span></a></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfNjxINzPHg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">which was written about his story. A miraculous one of God's mercy and grace in saving him from imminent death as he survived jumping off of the San Fransisco Bridge. Yes you saw right. He jumped and was rescued by what I believe to be an angel.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Kevin is the son of my deceased sister Marcia and up until 2 years ago we did not know that he existed. At least not for sure. Another remarkable story.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">So here's to you<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> 'Giovanni' (Birth name) aka 'J Kevin Hines'</span> we love you and are so glad that the jump failed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Please know that I am here for you and anyone out there who feels alone in </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">that place</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Blessings, Firedancer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-39607533396251689722010-07-17T07:12:00.001-07:002010-07-23T20:56:49.735-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq8x4wA_vUdTrkBCIfAxGASdjwNKc4j-_yPRzZtGN2R4sDUjoJt28m6DBIUfCQITBXi64UPvQ_-YBhFJWNBwoZejLf3IycdT1lr35UV3omqzfgK_pjHGrDrekjfiIrwZ6BWeOzyohDWAo/s1600/san+fransisco+bridge.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq8x4wA_vUdTrkBCIfAxGASdjwNKc4j-_yPRzZtGN2R4sDUjoJt28m6DBIUfCQITBXi64UPvQ_-YBhFJWNBwoZejLf3IycdT1lr35UV3omqzfgK_pjHGrDrekjfiIrwZ6BWeOzyohDWAo/s320/san+fransisco+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880433321395090" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><b>YOUR NOT ALONE IN THIS PLACE</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><b></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "> Life may be hard</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "> The journey seem tough</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> you may sometimes feel lost in the dark</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> I've been there you know</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> Many time not just once</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">But there's a love that has lifted me out</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> So hold up your head now</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"> don't worry or fret</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Mercy and Peace can be yours</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Just remember it's darkest</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">just before dawn</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Don't lose your stance</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">hold your ground</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">The son in His Heavens</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">will shine on your soul</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Dispelling the gloom</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">and the fear</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Gladness and laughter</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">sweet times up ahead</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Keep your eyes fixed firmly</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">upon HOPE</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I'm keeping you covered </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">with</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">prayers and blessings</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">With wishes and promises </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">too</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">That soon you'll be basking</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">in days filled with purpose</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); ">The times up ahead are</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>FOR YOU !!!</span></div><div style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: right; "><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Poem by; Soroya </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">aka </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">SS Firedance</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">© All rights reserved</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"> </span></span></p></span></span></div></span></span></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-42768267118428585892010-07-15T05:00:00.000-07:002010-07-25T10:18:38.056-07:00Fresh Manna For Today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">The Fresh Manna For Today</span></span></span><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Is my poem</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">"Rising on the Wings of Praise"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"> </span><br /></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> and here is the link for </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Lee Ann Womack's You Tube Vid</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">eo </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RV-Z1YwaOiw"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">"I Hope you Dance"</span></a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">(the name of the song is the link) If you want to see the lyrics instead here is</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2SfmcNg8js"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">the song and lyrics only </span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">I know for me in a world that has a constant habit of pushing one out of their place of peace,</span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"> without my heart dancing in adoration for my Lord I would be a frazzled mess.<br />So as you listen to the song and read the poem.<br />I hope your soul will soar on wings as eagles and that you also will be caught up in the dance along with me.<br />In sheer adoration to Our soon coming King. "Jesus"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Love and Peace, Firedancer</span></span></span></span></div>Firedancer SSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02454995374071925524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113110764483429729.post-11363745121206422052010-07-14T17:07:00.000-07:002010-07-23T21:16:39.044-07:00Rising On Wings of Praise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEeNL4Mf8IaY4cr7p9IVIAFAuhFX7lUt3kct5gdCmnmZjuMBTLPaKMVtVN-CWIXl3obHt8-1TkZ_jmthvXGurDTcALweGrJELvlL_PdOg2E4T_0kISM5gEwRPB5IUk6p48Yjpqt1shVE/s1600/91WUD00Z.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEeNL4Mf8IaY4cr7p9IVIAFAuhFX7lUt3kct5gdCmnmZjuMBTLPaKMVtVN-CWIXl3obHt8-1TkZ_jmthvXGurDTcALweGrJELvlL_PdOg2E4T_0kISM5gEwRPB5IUk6p48Yjpqt1shVE/s200/91WUD00Z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493931916921665730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~Rising on the wings of praise I breathe in the magnificent essence of my Lover Lord's fragrance</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~ Allowing Him to sweep me up into the place</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">where only we can go</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~A place where I am captivated by His embrace</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">as my heart pounds to the beat </span></span></div><div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">of His rhythmic melody</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~The Glorious Creator reaches out and caresses me with a tenderness that is able to still my fearsome soul</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~The distant sound of battle is quieted by the slightest hush from my Masters lips</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~Everything that seeks to snatch me into the realm of darkness and fear is calmed with the loving look that gives confidence to my heart</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~The trembling that racked my being is stilled as I feel the soothing touch of my glorious King</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~At my deepest core I am infused with a love that mere mortal words can not convey</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~ I surrender my life and liberty to the very one</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> that is the giver of all life and the deliverer of true liberty</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~Gratitude is too shallow an expression of my emotions</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">only groans that can not be uttered proceed from my mouth</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~Gazing up into His face as we soar through the nebulous galaxy of peace</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br />I now rest sweetly in my Lover Lords arms and sleep the sweet sleep of victory</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">~Ready to rise again as the dawn awakens a new day of hope </span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Poem by; Soroya </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">aka </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">SS Firedance</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="center"><span 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