Sheba....

My heart is broken with sadness and grief ...where are you Sheba?...you know its always the not knowing, the horrible imaginings...that are so hard to push out of my mind. I've been here before, with animal and with human...I love so hard it really doesnt matter which. My hands are raised in angst than to praise...and I am thankful, this Thanksgiving, thankful for out short time together and the priveledge of loving you and to know this pain will come around again...as I long as I say yes to love,... It is my calling and I am crucified again, yet I choose Love♥

No more Stumbling...

Its been about fear,  for almost fifty years now...a shadow looming bigger than me, over me hovering a shadow spirit? Where did it come from...does it even matter now? Your hand is bigger and I trust You, the fear is neutralized in knowing YOu...and everything Is bearable,... tho' I've rallied against it for so long ...I dont like the refining fire, even now , but Im not afraid anymore...Use me Lord, speak clearly for time is pressing and the weight of these seconds seem to matter so much. Break the generational curses now and free us to be used...its not to late...

Its blazing hot outside, the kind of heat that sucks the breath out of your lungs as soon as it hits you. Its been awhile since I've posted and things are moving along at the speed of light as usual time waits for no man...I could use some time or some magic to slow it down. Whew! Already the middle of August and everything in my yard is crispy.Didnt have such a good flower season this year, my work really got in the way...and the sun! Im still working at the Arches, tho' I have switched to first shift which suits my internal schedule much better ☺Speaking of ...my work is so rewarding the longer Im there the more attached I get and the changes going on inside me ...wow I cant explain it all but its somthing...Truly a test of character and a window into your own soul and the Truth of it all...it really is about service...

J

Please help me I dont think I can do this anymore...The weight of her world is crushing me. The sadness, frustration...the ugliness of our human nature. My heart is broken for her plight...no way out, no solution. She needs a miracle Lord, and I dont think I can stand beside her, in the waiting...WHY AM I HERE?

RIP Lewis Pritchard

We truly are body and spirit... Sometimes it takes the destruction of our shells to see the spirit streaming thru. We can trust God...He really does know best.

Death becomes you... All warm and fragile , smiles and softness- Endearing words and sweetness. Truth is flowing and the knowing, and the gratitude...so thankful for the glimpse I got.