Thoughts On My Page Remembering YOU

Wow!! What a whirlwind of events this past month and a half.

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.

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.

To quote a not so famous person "me"

"Regrets suck like a super sour lemon causing our lips to purse tightly. Making us look like a prude or maybe even an ignorant "boob".

That's Brooklynese for Breassssstes {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.

In my opinion that is or maybe that is a world wide phenomenon. What's your take on it?

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'm speakin to you my Ra Lee Sean B and all those who i was blessed to see these past weeks in NC

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.

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 :)

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"

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

Soroya signing out and stepping on...

The poems are still yet to be published so go on your way knowing im A. OK

praying that you are too.

, 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 :)

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 (.

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

Hmmm maybe that's why every artist or appreciator of art loves a good looking breast.

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.

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.

Not only for my dreams but for yours too.

You know who I'm talking to and if you don't i say if you dont know me by now well I'm home again laughing in the sunshine and crying in my shadey spot.

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've decided that i must press on even when other peoples pain encroach upon my moments of joy we all have the same story not meaning to sound callous please dont misunderstand.

My advise these past weeks is stick with what stuck to you.

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.

Dancing In The Light Once More

Dear Ones out there all my BFF's, The 'Sista's Eternal' and Brothers Faithful,

Thank you so much for all your prayers and encouragement as I have been through the fire and back again.

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.

This is a picture that I painted while I was under the skillful surgeon, Jesus' care in the hospital.

It is blue because "I" the "Firedancer" went through the hottest part of the flame during this time.

As you may know the 'blue range' of a flame is the hottest part of the fire.

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).

I lived something akin to what Hananiah, Azariah and Mishael went through aka Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego or as Rick Joyner likes to say; My Shack, Your Shack and a Bungalow.

If you want to read the story just hover over the scripture in; Daniel 1:6-7 through Daniel 3:1-30

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.

Wow I said it!

There in plain view for all of you out there who need a bit of gossip to float your boat.

Smile, just kidding. But not really...

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.

Hopefully over a nice 'cupper' your choice, tea, coffee or better yet come for a whole meal.

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.

Because Truly it is All about HIM

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.

I pray that you too will come to know how much He "Pappa God" truly loves you and that there isn't a moment that He ever has or ever will abandon you. Even when it may feel that way.

That is one of the main lessons that I learned during that time.

I can write a book about what happened to me and perhaps one day I will.

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 never leave us or forsake us. Hebrews 13:5

In the time that I was going through this I was taken in the spirit to the 3rd heaven. The place where God dwells. 2 Chronicles 12:2

Sorry if this is hard for some of you to swallow but it is true.

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'.

The Bachelorette and Bachelor party is about to take place. See Proverbs 13:22 to understand. The Big Bash before the finale is just on the horizon.

Now you know what that means, The Wedding Day is next. Jeremiah 33:11

So get ready. It's time to put do as Ephesians 4:1-32 & 1 Chronicles 13:11 says put and grow up.

Psalms 69:1-36 / Psalm 18:1-50 will show you some of what I experienced and what I learned first hand in the midst of fervent flames of fury.

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.

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.

So for now abide in Him Our Lover Lord and get ready for the Wedding Day.

Peace, Love and Much prayer to all you out there, Soroya

Resting in the Coo Coo's Nest

Dear Ones,
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.
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.
Love and Prayers, Always, Firedancer/Soroya

Thoughts in Shades of Pink

This weekend I have am working on a mixed media piece that is totally in shades of “Pink”. It is in honor of Women who have battled with cancer. Either in the past or present.

Although pink is the color commonly associated with ‘breast cancer’. I have chosen to use it in honor of all women sufferers of cancer {all kinds of cancer.} As it is also the world renowned color for the female gender.

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.

Either on a personal level or as one on the outside looking in.

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.

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.

Here’s to you Bobbie. I love you.

I am sure that there are many of you out there who can relate to my story. Those who may have loved ones {both friends and family} who are either fighting this dread disease or who have sadly died from it.

And so I dedicate this piece to you also.

Or perhaps you 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.

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.

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.

Love Peace and Joy, Firedancer aka Soroya

Giraffeology Seven: Finally the End from Top To Bottom ???

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.

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.

Starting at the top are the horns. Unlike some animals both the male and female giraffe have horns. These horns are called ‘ossicones’ ,they are made of bone and are attached to the scull.

Talk about a bone head.   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. 

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. 

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.

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?

For many years giraffes were thought to have hearing equivalent to that of humans. However research on giraffe communication shows that they use infrasonic sound frequencies below that of a humans range of hearing. So in other words they communicate on what we would call a subconscious level.

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.

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.

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.

I didn’t get very far to the bottom did I ? So I guess I will be back with more later.

Oh well you know the old saying “It is a woman's prerogative to change her mind”.

B&P, Firedancer

 

 

Giraffeology Part Six: Come on and lets Chew the Cud

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.

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.

The Giraffe is what is known as a ruminant animal. These are animals that chew cud and have a multi-chambered stomach. Like cows, camels, buffalo and deer.

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.

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.

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.

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 cringe. The thought of balancing the check book or having to add more than four numbers at a time makes my head begin to spin.

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.

But it’s ok this side of numbers excites me. So here goes.

Four in the Bible speaks of the Creative works of God. In other words all that God created being seen in and throughout all of His creation.

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.

Home for now that is. For those of us that are planning on going when Jesus comes back for us.

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.

Come to think of it I think I’ve taken things to the charity shop worth more than that.

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.

Come on now as one of my favorite preachers Jesse (Jesse Duplantis that is) would say “Don’t shout me down when I’m preachin’ good”.

Jahovah gave it all up to rescue us from the garbage heap so to speak.

Huh, even the paving in heaven (gold) is worth more monetarily than what a human is comprised of.

Whoa !!! Take a mo and chew the cud on that one.

I don’t know about you but that makes me marvel.

Just think God didn’t choose a rare gem or precious metals to make us out of. Like gold or silver.

He took common dirt and made us.

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!!!!

Oh How He Truly Loves Us.<Click here to listen to John Mark McMillan “Oh How He Loves “and feel the love.

(I’ll write one day soon about my experience with Stephen from another perspective as he was one of my best friends sons’)

Now here is some more food for thought. Or should I say food for cud.

Oh Cud there I go again getting off on another runaway train.

Anyway, back to Geoffrey and his 4 stomachs. There are four phases that a giraffes food goes through in digestion. I wont go into them all just click above on Giraffe or ruminant.

The first is… Yep you got it again my aren’t you so clever. “Cud chewing”.

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. Sounds pretty gross. Yuck!!

Come on take the train with me (of thought that is) and imagine it anyway.

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…

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.

Meditate on His word and His ways. Think of how much He really loves us and how much He has so freely given us. We who never did a thing for Him. And the wonderful thing is He doesn’t ask us to. John 5:24

He just wants us to enjoy all He has given.

Here is food for thought. One of my favorite treats that I enjoy is that our Loving, Lover, Lord made us to see in living colour. Not like some animals (like the horse) that see in black and white.

I guess being an artist color is a marvel to me. And yes in answer to your question I do know how to spell. I’m just giving equal opportunity spelling UK vs. US :)

So go on taste and see that GOD IS GOOD! ALL THE TIME… One more time before you forget about the wonderful savory taste that His love gives you, bring it up one more time on your spiritual taste buds.

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.

What ever your favorite is know that it or they is/are a gift from God.

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.

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.”

Well please know,that is not God. Not the Loving Creator of All.

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.

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”?

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.

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.

So know get your Cud up and start chewing. MM MM MMMMMMM !!!!

Love and Prayers, Firedancer

The Dummy Can Talk

I recently read a really great post called “I have something to say” written by Mikki. Recommended by my dear “Sista Eternal” (pronounced EE-Turn-Al) and awesome woman of God“Joni Ames of A.C.T.S. ministry”

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.

I know you are probably saying where in the world did you get this title? Well here goes.

“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.

I dont mean getting on your soap box every minute of every day and shouting out and condemning mankind for their wickedness.

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.

Preaching the gospel at all times and if necessary using words as “St Francis of Assisi” said.

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.

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.

“THE DUMMY CAN TALK”

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..

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 was ta-da “THE DUMMY CAN TALK” du-du-daaah spooky ooky music).

Ok, ok sorry the train started to go off on another track but I’m back.

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.

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”

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.

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.

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?

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.

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 mother was hanging up the Christmas drapes while standing on a step stool. I wanted her attention so I began pulling on the drapes.

Up until that time I had never spoken before. 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…)

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”.

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.

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.

Firedancer age 5ish I had no cute little 2 year old pic

Which by the way they had never heard until that moment. And thus my very first spoken words were born.

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, Sout at Me”

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.

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.

~~THE END~ Not really I haven’t shut up since.

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.

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.

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”

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.

For 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.

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.

Even when I would accomplish something good the voice of the Dummy would tell me it was not good enough.

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.

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.

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”.

Or the 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.

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.

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)

He told me that although I was not a “Dummy” I could choose to be His living Doll. 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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”.

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.

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.

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.

So Don’t be afraid to speak up and be all that you can be. All that God created you to be.

If you are reading this today and you have been feeling just like I said “The Dummy”.

I am here to tell you that you are not. “God Don’t Make Junk” (oops there goes my Brooklynese slipping out again)

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.

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.

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.

Just look at some of the stuff He made. Like the giraffe (click here if you haven’t read some of the Giraffeolgy Chronicles)

He is what I like to call “My Loving Lover Lord” and He would love for you to know Him.

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.)

If you want to know more about that here is a good book by Derek Princes (click here)

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.

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 (click here to read the article)

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.

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 (click here to read)

Bye for now until the next train leaves the station, B&P Firedancer

Images other than my baby picture came from Google Chrome images