Life, something, anything living Do you see, there up high? Alive a plant, water it, care for it It lives! Its soul is mortal, not like mine; My soul lives forever! Someday my plant Will die! Yet, I will live ... but where?
Usually, it is not my thing to write about my personal life. Love reading about yours but mine is on the dull side. That was until a few days ago which results in the inspirational title of this blog. Today is special since it really happened to me!
Washington State having been inundated with snow during the last few weeks; even declared an emergency. So picture this; living in a home with a steep, metal roof. Yes, you can see where I am going with this story, but continue reading where the angels come in. Whoever said angels don’t exist and protect us is wrong.
There is one part of my home that the snow falls first, falling own to the porch below the roof. Hearing it fall I gazed out my window, noticing how cute my birdfeeder looked with the snow piled up to the sky. Grabbing my boots, and camera I started to venture down the walkway, where I needed to go to capture the picture.
This has never happened to me before which is why this is a special post, but I heard in my pee brain a voice, loud and clear; “STOP! don’t take another step.” I stopped and looked up to see there above just a little corner of snow that didn’t come down yet; it was at the edge of the roof above the spot where I intended to walk for the best view of my birdfeeder. From my viewpoint not realizing the danger I took another step, just then I heard the creaking above, and I instinctively froze.
I was wrong it was not just a little bit of snow, behind it was such a force, it shot off my roof, over the porch above me and on to the sidewalk just in front of me where I was standing frozen in fear. It knocked me over face down into the snowdrifts beside me; it felt as if a cannonball hit my upper back and neck. However, because I did hesitate and stopped just before the avalanche, instead of standing in full line I was only standing at the end of the snow line.
I did manage to get up, retrieved my camera which flew in the snowdrifts, retreated inside the house, pondered about the experience as to what could have been but wasn’t.
After a few moments, I climbed over the snow-covered walkway and took the coveted picture. Today I am reminded by the experience with a souvenir whiplash on my neck and of course, the birdfeeder picture is seen below.
Inspired by the word prompt of The Daily Spur, and Open Night of dVerse.
PURIFICATION —Just because you don’t believe, doesn’t mean it isn’t so! God does exist, and we will all stand before Him. Never gamble with eternity, it is forever!
Consider your life, is your conscience purified, satisfied that when you stand before the merciful judge, all is right. God gives us time to do His Will.
Confession is good for the soul, seek out a Traditional priest and talk to him. You don’t believe in confessing to another, but then why go to a therapist, counselor, or a best friend to confess your guilt. They can listen but have no power to wash your soul. Only a duly ordained priest can do that in the name of Jesus. “Whose sins you shall forgive, they are forgiven them; and whose sins you shall retain, they are retained.” [John 20:23]
It is a great feeling to be disinfected, purged from guilt, free and filled with His grace; absolution is there for the taking. Confession is an excellent gift from God, and it is FREE. No therapist fees. Try it you will love it! Purification!
Here is our fight:
licking the blood of innocent babies.
Sightless who can no longer see; living in darkness;
are we boys or girls they question, animals or human.
Yet, they want all to follow, the blind leading
as they dance with the devil!
Dance the masquerade
The pretense of joy —Oh Boy!
Tomorrow; the tears
Word Prompt from the Daily Spur today is FULFILLMENT, thus the title to this post.
This contest of stupidity that is choking society?
The idiotism of being stupid is here!
There aren’t words to describe the mania — changing
the ordinary language used by society; removing gender pronouns.
It is being said today it has begun; THE RIDICULOUS!
The publishing of the ludicrous!
Greetings cards for one example; no longer Happy Mothers Day
but Happy You Day!
Here you see the fulfillment of idiotism
She will always be
a pretty female to me
— He manly what else?