Saturday, January 8, 2011
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Here is what I came up with:
Simply, the purpose of the spider is to be a reminder of Satan...and all that that implies.
S for Satan. S for spider.
Spiders are delicate, deceitful creatures. Beautiful maybe and whimsical in their design, but oh so cunning. Full of poison and not what you expect from such a small {and by small I mean really big!} specimen. Satan too lures us and deceives us with that thing that looks good but is really our personal poison for destruction.
And we can't forget to credit them for their "beautiful" web making skills. Web is just a really nice way of saying trap. A trap for any innocent bug who might be passing by. Even we as people are fooled by their webs. We often don't see their webs, only until we feel the sticky silk do we realize we jut walked into a trap and a spider might be near by, too close for comfort. Like Satan, sometimes we don't see the trap he has set. But we can always feel it and know that somewhere a Spider is waiting. Satan will wait. Timing is everything. {Cunning little creatures!}
I was trying to think optimistically for the spiders sake, like-how do they benefit us? Welll if they weren't here we would have a bigger insect population. But like Satan, spiders only exist by preying on others; simple and innocent victims. They kill. Take lives. Set traps and make more evil spider babies. Satan's power over us can indeed take our lives. We can allow him to harm us or we can be prepared. Spiders are tricky, small may they be- a tiny hole is all they need to invade our homes.
If we lived in a perfect world there would be no obnoxious insects and mosquitoes, no purpose for spiders. Likewise, if we lived in a perfect world and we lived as Christ lived and loved there would be no purpose for Satan.
But we are not perfect and because we live in a world of opposition, we need to be reminded of Satan and his powers; in his spirit form and spider form. We need to be ever mindful of Satan {and spiders} a like. Keep Satan and spiders out of our homes and our lives. Call your exterminators and call on the Lord.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
1st Date 3rd Year Anniversary!
HEARTSONG
Janie Palmer
All she wore was the soggy remains of a tattered wind sail;
Once had it proudly displayed a great love song for all to see and the wind to carry, but the storm had come and she was lost.
Crumpled and wilted like a frostbitten flower.
Perhaps waiting for the familiar storm to pass; dangerously waiting
She casually paddled around with her tiny umbrella, making little effort, even less progress to get herself out of her black sea of tears.
She was drowning in her heartbroken ship.
Then she heard his song and his laughter
As warm and golden as the sun after the storm;
It was all encompassing and it's sound trickled into her soul.
Closing her eyes she could only hear her heart and the love song it orchestrated. She smiled, never wishing to be out of its light.
Her heart would never beat the same soft song again,
He was her song, she was pulsating with life
And this was just the beginning...
His song had led her safely ashore, a place that at last felt like home
Pausing to look at the boat and remember all the seas of love it had carried her through; She only cried a little as she listened to the wind cry a sad song, soft as a lullaby.
Clutching her umbrella for any future storms, she turned, leaving it where it lay, because she knew now where she was going and wouldn't need a boat to get her there.
Her heart was big and drenched with love; that had never changed
But with every step closer to him her love was growing. Growing beyond the battles of love already endured;
Beyond young love, and lustful love
Beyond playful love and faithful love
Beyond forbidden love and love denied
Beyond enchanting love and love on fire
She had heard his song of true and everlasting love and was entering into his realm, where Love. Conquers. All.
He became the guardian of her heart and the source of it's love, it's song. Closing her eyes she could feel nothing but his love.
A love so great she could wear it as armor.
A love that would never be defeated
A love song that would never be silenced
A love she didn't have to convince or defend
A love complete, absent of doubt
True love for her was full of laughter and manifested itself more slowly than expected in simple quiet moments.
Moments that brought waves of overwhelming peace.
And softly blew clouds of bliss, full of laughter that fell like rain.
More than his heart he gave; A ring. A promise.
A promise his kiss would be her last first kiss.
A promise their song alone would he sing.
She embraced him and all of his love.
His arms; their strength that held her and offer protection to her and their children.
His hands; grasped around hers, always warm and always gentle. Willing, helpful and guiding.
His lips; kissing and caressing, singing, speaking kingly, encouraging, proclaiming truth, always apologizing for not being able to read minds, laughing.
His eyes; golden mirrors into his heart, reflecting his love for his true love, never judging, looking after her always.
His heart; faithful, full of song, patient, forgiving and strong.
His love; pure, honest, destined, warm like sunshine, determined, everlasting.
She was his love, his beautiful sun seeking flower.
He was her love, her hero, the light in the sky, the song in her heart.
He, was her HeartSong.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Heart of a Lioness
I was beading yesterday and I had Animal Planet on and I was listening to an amazing story that was airing about a young lioness in the Samburu Reserve in Kenya, Africa. Her story was is so unique and I was so moved by it, it was so amazing I have to share it.