The Word
was With God
and
The Word Was God
I know who I am, I am Not God. He is I Am.
Thank God!
My first word as a precocious, infant / toddler (from the era of strength, "sleep on your stomach, baby,"and weakness, no car seats) of 9 months was "Light." The first grandchild of parents who were only children, my parents and grandmothers and Tate, Great Aunt Eloise and Great Uncle Cary, only child cousins Maxine and JT, were beyond delighted. A tale was often remembered of going to my godmother's house for dinner, and on the return trip home, I sat up on the seat, stood up, and began to point at every streetlamp and traffic light and say, "Yight!" My parents said, This is a new beginning because she may never be silent again! And finished our journey home with chanting and pointing with me, "Light! Light! Light!"
My father was telling me this story for the forevereth time about my 4th or 5th Christmas and I said, I know, I know, I know. And casually, he asked, what do you know? I said, I know it was raining and seemed very dark and the Light was Cheerful. My father didn't say anything, and he left the room. He came back in and he said, yes, it was really raining. I said, Yes, it was a terrific rain that night. He waited, and he said, How do you know? I answered, I was there. How would someone remember this? Probably being told the evening for the forevereth time!!!!
I know who I am, I am the Beloved, Beloved, Beloved Child of God. And Beloved.
I know who you are. You are the Beloved, Beloved, Beloved Child of God. And Beloved.
(Just don't be like Oprah's movie of that title, which oddly occurred after she chewed out Tom Cruise for an hour for making the worst creepy movie ever... Similar to the song "Don't go Breaking my Heart," by Elton John and his wife, Kiki Dee. Tangled up.)
Our viewpoints melt or change as we go along the path of God in our journey of discovery. And my most surprising, complete change was for St. Theresa. Now known as St. Theresa of Calcutta. All of those years of wonder and awe. How I hoped, with many of my prayers, I was one of the favored people on the airplane who received one of the many Rosaries she handed out. And to see her calm and peace. Now, I am angry. I am so angry with the ugliness of the human responsible for publishing her letters of doubt. If you had followed her life, you would fully recognize, this was not as Theresa would have had her faith examined. No, she would have said the positive and uplifting faith she did have.
Do I have doubts. No, and this annoys people. I do get angry with God for not taking my advice, which He seems to do quite a bit. Bit. I adore The Lord. Rejoiceing! Rejoicing with al my very being to the depths... in the Goodness of God. We need someone to be Good. Knowing He upholds the Universe.
How to handle the dichotomy of The Almighty in His Wisdom, Goodness and Love not taking my advice? From a sermon I did not agree with the most. A Reverend I give my respect to entirely. (Fewer now when life was so much less tangled up. And, well, actually, now that people routinely change denominations and there is so much more information and discussion on media forms about clerical behavior and opinions given. And being in my 6th decade, having had the work to stay in the Godly lane in difficult situations, while using my blinker and staying on course.)
How to handle the dichotomy of The Almighty in His Wisdom, Goodness and Love not taking my advice? From a sermon I did not agree with the most. Back to the point. The sermon said if you died of cancer in your 40s or 50s or younger, you probably did not die in the Lord. WHAT? No, we all know people who died in a saintly manner saying, The Lord's Will Be Done. God's Will. Is Godly. And Triumphant. We don't see His Majesty and Glory fully. Through a mirror darkly in this life. We are exactly like an ant traveling on the beautiful and beloved stained glass of Notre Dame. Restored. Loved. Cherished little ant. And as we travel, we say, Life is green. Life is green. Life is green. Then life is blue, blue, blue and then red, red, red. Now, Life is Golden, Life is Golden, Life is Golden. God doesn't always take my advice because i am. God is God. God is I Am.
The point is, we have to live in His Word to be alive.
To understand what God, The Father of All who believe in Jesus Christ IS teaching to our lives living and experiencing, our own soul and to our understanding. We have to live in His Word with our gifts, talents to His Goodness. To return the life given to us with a Blessing to Him.
To Bless God for ALL He has bestowed on us
and our unwillingness to believe that Life is so much more! In all the layers running to touch the perfection of sheer and planned perfection. His Love extending to Forever, in His Great Heavenly Kingdom.
We cannot give God anything He has not given us. Except to take our lives and Bless God. It's easy to say Thank You.
Living Christmas in our hearts each day is Living our Lives to Bless God. And not in works, in presenting who we really are each day.
I am far more true to not be God. I disappoint people, I have no power to walk on water and bring them something Disney would put to soaring music. I am not going to be so saintly as to be ... not disappointing. My Soul soars, delights, has encouragement, Love, Joy, Pain, Hope and Hope and Hope for Love - in the fact that God is God. He is His Word. He carries me. I am a Child of God. Fallen, imperfect and fully filled by His Love.
Poor St. Theresa. If she could have been more honest about not being saintly, her comfort in the Lord would have given her back all her to become fully HIS Truth and in her love, Been In God's Love to be Filled.
No one in this life Jesus says has trouble, lives in peace and joy.
In His Truth, we live believing in His Word forever and in this
Refuge
Shelter
Hope
Truth
Joy
Joy
Strength
in the bottom places, we Live with HOPE.
We Are SUSTAINED AND REVIVED IN JESUS CHRIST.
We cannot by works be Jesus the Savior. He is God. Life is layered and we do small doings.
But our small doings, set the world ablaze
at 5 am
seeing The Christmas Lights
I loved Christmas Grocery Store Shopping
seeing crowds pressed
and the joy and hope
on their
Faces.
I loved waking up
Christmas Morning
and seeing
how many
Christmas Lights
and Christmas Trees
shone in the early morning dark
Blazing
His Glory
Christmas. Each year, God has us remember He sent His Only Son into our tangled world to say, I trust you. I expect to see you as The Prodigal Father.
Jesus
Is The Light of the world
Is the Light of Mankind
The star did not Light itself
The Light itself
Is
HIM
Our heart
our HEART
Christmas is
God
telling
you
Beloved Beloved Beloved Child
He would
send
HIS CHILD
to save
only
you.
ALLELUIA
ALLELUIA
ALLELUIA
JESUS CHRIST
SAVES
SAVES
us
who believe
in our
Heart
and
Confess with our Mouths
JESUS IS LORD
Jesus the Lord. Alleluia
and Amen.
♔ Lord Jesus Saves †
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