I see a bright star rising
unseen swords slice the webbings
spider like
silver where gold is desired
it's rising now
can't be held
abhorance for poor ants
laboring in labors not their own
this is not your design
neither was your capture
with beginnings in generations past
pass it by
the Passover offering stands in the status of His seating
at the write hand of the Father
better a brilliant lieutenant
than incompetent general
generalizations of generations
geriatric pediatrics stepping up
the stance of happenstance
longing listeners levied
privy in the trying
living greatly graced
embraced
tracers tried embracer erasers
cling to mud slinging
and die I am currently Reflective
I am listening to my churning heart
3/20/8 03/21/2008 03:19 a.m.
It's all starting to make sense. I think. The baby dream to the second power and what the daddy really represented. God's ability to prepare the subconscious to and to lead the conscious steadily in His purposed direction is ever awe inspiring. We are so intricately linked to Kathie... Chip's faux pas and the outcome was a hilarious hiccup in the throat of those laughing angels. How preciously and precociously unique. She is soooooo English. Of all the things to misreply to her, thinking it was me, about her and these many splendidly timed outpourings... Still makes me chuckle. Only God with the good will of laughter in mind could have accomplished it so hilariously while so deeply touching on such a serious subject between tutor and the learning. Well, I can hardly wait to get the CD's! Today so many years ago the King of Glory shared the Passover with his dozen. What shall his dozens and dozens (infinitely cubed) be passed over in this accelerated season? I am currently Lovesick
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So glad 03/17/2008 04:13 p.m.
Chip is full of blarney with or without any ole stone, lol....
May Patty's enthusiasm, embolden your heel,
on a serpents head, to tread with zeal.
May the good Lord take a likin' to ya,
but not too soon,
or that He let us keep tha loan of ya,
For ur Irish temper, she's a boon-
In times of flush, when the devil's all frowns
and time's of bust, when he's acting a clown.
Let the Lord's elixer of joy, fill your soul with Love,
bless Him, lift your face and smile right at Him,
show off for Him, His created beauty,
to alllll of creation, His divine family above.
(a mix of the Lord's opinion, irish toasts, kathy's history lesson and lousy metre' and rhyme)
happy st. patty's day,
love,
me)
I am currently Better
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3/15/8 03/16/2008 12:46 a.m.
Well, now I know why I was supposed to be here,( I KNEW I was) other than Kim's potential crisis. Patti Nowell -the daughter of the man I bought the house from- stopped by (because of a dream she had last night) and is very interested in buying the house back. It was so heartwarming to see her hesitation at approaching me, a complete stranger and a good bit of it from curiousity, because she had a dream that wouldn't leave her alone until she acted on it. The attic part of it was fascinating and parallels other dreams, flamingos har har har... Coincidental? Nah. Coins see dance, change dances.... I don't know what you are REALLY up to Jesus, but I'm getting excited, in spite of myself. I know every little thing in all this is your narrow way, hedging me in and leading me where you want me to go. I just wish you'd clue me in on it more than you have been, tantalizing me.... and I wish Chip weren't still so thickheaded. That's as it should be too, though, he sure knows how to p i s s me off
...they penetrated my very being:
This is the hour;
This is His Way.
The release of His Power
To Change the Day.
Yes, this is the hour!
This is His way.
The release of His power
That will Change the Day.
I heard the Heavenly chorus over and over again. I woke up hearing the sounds of Heaven on earth. I woke up and the dark clouds were lifted. Hope had come again and faith was finding a fresh place in my heart.
Jesus, thank you for hearing all the prayers for James and Michal Ann! They have been such a blessing to your body and I know they have so much more to impart to us. Please increase their joy and laughter and let healing continue to accelerate in every way and every area of their lives. Amen I am currently Bemused
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St. Patrick 03/12/2008 01:43 p.m.
This is sooooo kewl!!!!! I've got to get this book.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHO ST PATRICK REALLY WAS?
From the book "Celtic Flames" by Kathie Walters
PATRICK'S CHILDHOOD
ST PATRICK was born of Christian parents towards the close of the fourth century. His father, Calpurnius, though of British race was by birth a Roman citizen, and held the rank Decurion. The father and grandfather of Calpurnias, Potitus and Odissus, had both been Christians; so that the family had kept the faith at least several generations.
Conchessa, Patrick's mother, was a near relative of the great St Martin of Tours. She was a wise and good woman, and sought to bring up their children in the fear and love of God.
As the son of a Roman Citizen and a British noble he was bound to have had some education. According to the custom of British citizens of the Roman Empire, Patrick was given three names, rendered in Latin as Patricius, Magonus, Sacatus. Patricius meaning ‘Noble', and Sacatus, a Celtic word meaning ‘valiant in war'.
Patrick had a brother, Sannan, and five sisters. They all walked in the footsteps of their parents, and all became great servants of God and His Church. Al old chronicler wrote of Patrick:
"There lay great darkness and gloom over the hearts of the heathen until the Sun of Justice, Jesus Christ, scattered His radiance over the quarters of the globe, to enlighten it through His apostles: and through His saints and just men,.. One, then, of the rays and of the flames which the Sun of Justice, Jesus Christ, sent into the world---the ray and the flame, and the precious stone, and the brilliant lamp, which lighted the rest of the world--is Patrick, great bishop of the west, and a father of the belief of the men of Ireland."Calpurnins dwelt at Bannavem Taberniae, which was near the rock of Dumbarton, or in Wales. It was certainly in some part of .Roman Britain or Brittany.
The most reliable historical document is the "Confession" of St Patrick, written by himself towards the close of his life. Ancient biographies of him there are in plenty, but not written until three or four centuries after his death. Of these the most important is the "Tripartite Life," which consists of three parts. It is in Irish, with passages in Latin, and many of the quaint expressions in the following close translation of the original manuscripts which were written before the Anglo-Norman invasion of Ireland.
Historian of modern time have been perplexed by the strange and incredible stories in which the Tripartite Lives abounds, in common with the other ancient lives of St Patrick. And it is hard to reconcile our ideas of the Christian meekness and gentleness with some features of Patrick’s character as he is represented in his missionary journeys; Working miracles to terrify and subdue the enemies of the faith. Patrick's right hand was often raised to bless, but, according to the chroniclers, his terrible left hand was just as often lifted to bring down a curse upon the wicked.
Patrick worked great and wonderful is beyond question. That they were such miracles that they won him enthusiast admiration and enduring love of the people is certain.
De Vere wrote long ago of Patrick:
"Beholding not alone his wondrous works.
But, wondrous more, the sweetness of his strength,
And how he neither shrank from flood nor fire,
And how he couched him on the wintry rocks,
and how he sang great hymns to One who heard,
And how he cared for poor men and the sick,
And for the souls invisible of men."
Miracles happened even over the birth of St. Patrick. As no priest was to be found, the infant was taken to the blind hermit, Gornias, to be baptized. A difficulty arose because there was no water to perform the ceremony. Gornias, however by faith, took the baby’s hand and with it traced the sign of the cross upon the earth, and as a result, of water gushed forth. Bathing his own eyes the hermit saw, and he then baptized Patrick. In Nemthur under the care of foster mother. He grew in grace and miracles attended his childhood..
"From his childhood he had been able to understand the things if God, even before he knew how to discern between good and evil. Patrick, in the Book of Epistles, said, " And He, God, had pity on my youth and ignorance, and He took care of me before I knew Him, and before I could distinguish between good and evil. And He strengthened me and comforted me as a father does his son. "
Fostering was a custom peculiar to the tribal system of ancient Ireland and was regulated by the Brehon laws, which ordained that the sons of nobles should be educated in the homes of the tribesmen until they reached the age of seventeen -the daughters until their fourteenth year.
Although of' noble birth, the child was not brought up in luxury. His foster-parents are represented as careful, thrifty people, perhaps living On the farm which belonged to Calprnius, and attending to his flocks and herds.
PATRICK AND LUPITA
Once when Patrick was minding sheep with his sister, Lupita, the little girl tripped and fell, striking her head violently against a stone. Her brother was some distance away, but when he returned and found her lying there, unconscious, he prayed over her and raised her up. The wound was instantly healed, and the girl recovered. The scar remained visible, as a proof of the miracle.
FIRST RAISING OF THE DEAD
On one occasion when the Britons had a meeting, his foster-parents took him with them. While they were there his foster-father suddenly died. At first, a great hush fell upon the assembly
then the man's relatives began to weep, and his wife cried.
Patrick had been playing with the other children, and had not noticed the distress of the people. But seeing what had happened, he ran to his foster-father, and putting his arm round the dead man's neck, he said affectionately; "Get up and let us go home."
The man arose at once at Patrick's word, and full of life, he returned home with his wife and boys.
TAKEN AS A SLAVE
When Patrick we sixteen years old the Picts and Scots began to raid the coast, plunder and take hostages. One of the most victorious of these ‘sea kings’ was Niall, surnamed, "Of the Nine Hostages" (because he took hostages from nine places). It was during one of Niall’s raids that Patrick was taken hostage one day, along with a maid-servant, his sister, Lupita, and some other companions.
He was taken by ship to Ireland, somewhere along the coast of Antrim and sold as a slave to a petty king, Dalaradia. He was put in charge of a herd of swine and so spent most time out in the fields. But it was there that God was made real to him and as he said later, his eyes were opened to see his unbelief, and he was truly converted. All the scripture which he learned as a child flooded his mind and heart and he decided then that somehow he would become a servant of God.
Milcho was so impressed with Patrick that he asked him to teach his children to read, but Milcho was a druid and opposed to Christianity, which was spreading across Ireland. Patrick had many conversations with the angel of Ireland, named Victor.
PATRICK’S FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH VICTORIOUS ( the Angel over Ireland)
One night after six years, he heard the voice of Victorious, the Angel over Ireland, who said "Soon you shall return to your country." A while later the same voice spoke to him again; "Your ship is ready." He managed to escape, trusting God and made his way to the coast. After a few days he found a ship ready to sail, and after some hassles he was taken on board. Patrick
Eventually Patrick after months of journeying, arrived home,. His parents had died but his relatives welcomed him.
THE ANGEL, VICTORIOUS, CALLS PATRICK BACK TO IRELAND
One night he was awakened by the same angel Victorious whom he had known in Ireland. He was standing beside Patrick’s bed holding many letters in his hand, He selected one and handed it to Patrick. It read, "The Voice of the Irish." Then he heard many voices calling to him to come back to Ireland and bring the message of the Gospel.
Finally God provided a way for Patrick to return to Ireland in 432 A.D.
So the ministry to the Irish began, not without opposition from the Druids and wizards who tried desperately to keep Patrick away from the kings, for they had prophesied of his coming. Patrick believed that if the kings could be won for God, then the people would follow.
One of the main spiritual battles between Patrick and the Druids was fought at the Hill of Tara. In 433 A.D. The High King, Laeghaire (Lea-ry), son of the renowned Niall of the Nine Hostages, had invited the sub-kings and nobles and bards to a lavish festival. It was to start with great bonfires, but until those fires were lit by the Druids, it was forbidden for other fires to be seen.
King Laeghaire, in his efforts to hold his power over the lower kings had given himself to the power of the wizards, and skillful magicians and Druidic priests along with their idols.
Lochru and Lucat-Mael were his chief wizards, and being false prophets they had foretold that "A teacher would come from over the sea to their land: That a multitude would receive him, and that he would find love and reverence from the men if Ireland, He would cast out from their realms the evil kings and lords, and would destroy all the idols; and the worship established by him would abide in the land for ever."
No doubt the Druids knew of the progress of Christianity in Britain and Europe. Their brethren aborad had been discredited and they were afraid of the same fate. They were very much afraid of losing their influence and authority.
Patrick leaving the friendly hospitality of Dichu, sailed southward and arrived at Inver Colptha, the mouth of the river Boyne. There Patrick left his nephew, Lomman in charge of his boat. They followed the course of the stream, for about 12 miles until they came to the Hill of Slane, where Patrick proposed to celebrate Easter.
While they rested there on the hill, they saw the magnificent view beneath of the river Boyne; to the north, far away were the purple mountains of Mourne, and to the south lay the beautiful hills of Wicklow.
Against this background, about 10 miles away, stood the was the royal hill of Tara. The roofs of the palaces shining in the setting sun.
PATRICK’S PASCHAL FIRE
When the sun had set, Patrick prepared to begin the celebration of the Resurrection of Christ. It was the first time the paschal fire was lit, never to be extinguished in the land.
Hardly were the Christian torches seen to blaze, when the attention of the High King was drawn
to the prodigy. The whole of Mag Breg, (the Beautiful Plain), was illuminated by the fires, while Tara was still in darkness. Angrily the King called his attendants and told them to find out who had dared to light the fires, and break the law he had made for the occasion of the festivals of Beltane and Samhain. They told Laeghaire that there was no need to send messengers to Slane for the knew what the fires were. "We see the fire," they said, "And we know that unless it is quenched on the night in which it is made, it will not be quenched for ever. He, who kindled it,will vanquish the kings and lords of Ireland, unless he is forbidden."
"This shall not be !" cried the king, "but we will got down and slay this man who kindled the fire."
The horses were made ready in haste. Meanwhile on the hill of Slane, Patrick had begin with the others the celebration of the Easter festival, singing and worshiping God.
PATRICK DEFIES THE HIGH KING
And so the camp of Christ and the camp of Satan were drawn up in rivalry. Demons hovered over Tara while the Angelic host kept guard over Slane. Patrick, with Victor, the Angel who was the guardian of Ireland, had no need to fear for the result of the contest.
It was late when nine chariots, bearing the king and queen with two chief wizards and a number of nobles came thundering toward Slane.
The wizards began to fear lest the king might fall by taking a hasty action. As they drew toward the Christians, the wizard spoke to king Laeghaire, "You should take heed, they cautioned the king, "Not to go down to the place where the fire was made, and thereby give reverence to the man who kindled the fire. Rather stay outside and let him be called out to you, so that he will know that you are the king, and he is the subject." The king was flattered and agreed.
They drove to the place called, "The Graves of Fiacc’s Men," and they un-yoked the horses. The king and his nobles sat in solemn state, and the warriors stood with their shields erect in front of them, with their chins resting on the top of their shields. In the light of the fires they looked fierce. The king forbade anyone to rise to greet Patrick or any of his company, (contrary to the custom of the Irish). A messenger was sent to fetch Patrick to the king.
Soon a bright procession appeared descending the hill. As Patrick advanced, all eyes were fixed on him. Calmly he sang as he approached the king, "Some trust in chariots, and some in horses; but we will call upon the Name of the Lord our God," (don’t you love this?).
As Patrick’s clear strong voice resounded, a feeling of awe filed the minds of the warriors. One man. Erc, the son of Deg, rose to greet Patrick. By grace, in a moment, he believed in God; and Patrick blessed him. Later on he was baptized and eventually became the first bishop of Slane. And Patrick prophesied to him, "Your city on earth will be high and noble."
GOD COMES DOWN
After a "formal" greeting between Laeghaire and Patrick, the wizard Lochru attacked him angrily with contention and shouting. He became malicious and hostile, and even violent, blaspheming the Holy Trinity. Patrick’s anger was roused and he called upon God, "O Lord, Who can do all things. And on Whose power depends all that exists, You have sent us here to preach Your Name to the heathen. Now let this ungodly man, who blasphemes your Name, be lifted up and let him die."
No sooner had Patrick finished speaking than a supernatural force raised the wizard in the air. He fell heavily down, his head striking a stone. And so he died in the presence of those assembled.
The heathen seeing their own subdued, and realizing that Patrick had more power than the Druids were impressed.
But the king was enraged at the fate of Lochru, on whom he had greatly depended on in all his difficulties. He then wanted to take the life of Patrick. "Slay this man," he cried to his guards, But Patrick stood firmly in his place. With flashing eyes and a resonant voice he said, "Let God arise and His enemies be scattered; and let them that hate Him flee from before His face! As smoke vanishes, so let them vanish away: as wax melts before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God."
By thus time the sun had begun to rise and the morning splendor bathed the earth. But at the words of Patrick, darkness crept back over the sky and the ground shook with an earthquake.
The swords and spears of the warriors clashed against their shields and it seemed to them that sky was falling down, and there was no hope of escape from impending destruction.
The frightened horses galloped away in wild confusion, and the wind blew so fiercely that the chariots moved.
Because of the confusion and fear the warriors began to fight among themselves and some were
killed. Realizing their mistake, they fled, leaving only three people with King Laeghaire and Queen Angas.
The king remained sullen and silent but the queen rose and approached Patrick. She spoke to him with respect. "O just and mighty man," she said, "Do not destroy the king. He shall come to you and he will do your will and he will kneel and believe in your God," Her influence prevailed and
because the events of the past few hours had shaken him, the king kneeled before Patrick, offering peace. It was a false gesture, designed to allow him to avoid the present situation.
From Celtic Flames - Kathie Walters - www.goodnews.netministries.org/kathie.htm
Celtic Flames
by Kathie Walters
I am currently Awestruck
I am listening to a new wind
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11/16/08 03/12/2008 12:33 a.m.
Well well well...
Part of the baby mystery is solved, the hazy other baby born (another surprise, indeed) before... Is Burly.
She's due November 16 which coincidentally is the date they told Megan she was due with Logan. Too funny. If Jarrod's first is born the 23, like Logan was and right before Thanksgiving, yet another Thanksgiving reason. Wow.
Even though I had the dream yesterday, I'm still very much stunned. WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT THAT? DUH!!!! I just assumed it was Megan... I've got to do better at this.
I'm going to be a Nana again.
Wow.
I am informed, if a girl, Heaven Leigh and if a boy Thomas Gage Penton....
I am still in shock. But very much at peace. I know Jarrod will be a good dad and will move heaven and earth to do right by his child. We're all so at peace about it all in spite of how it could have been... It's really wild. This river of peace rushed in just in time. You are so good to us Jesus. Thank you again. And again. And again. Another little snuggle bunny to smell his/her hair... there's just nothing like a newborn's smell. It's a smell of heaven itself. I am currently Safe
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tagged 03/11/2008 05:50 p.m.
by, lol, "woodie" heheheeeee and a most cool poem to take a line from, too! I see mischief brewing...
And, on a different note, according to Chuck that leaves two more....
sigh...
but at least I know we're all facing into the same wind. That helps. A lot. I am currently Bemused
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Worthy salutations 03/09/2008 05:00 a.m.
from Paris, no less made my day. Thanks for saying hello, sweet Worthy! You made my day. I am currently Better
I am listening to behind enemy lines
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WoW 03/08/2008 05:30 p.m.
upside down is MoM.
I'm upside down.
Downside up.
Excited.
Depleted.
Thankful.
Numb.
Most of all grateful I got to tell her one more time that I love her. So thankful.
I'm just reeling internally. Absolutely reeling. I never thought I'd hear from her again. Never. And the details... some just absolutely hilarious. And then to have to recount it, retell it to the kids... Lord, your humor is
o u t o f t h i s w o r l d
Jesus, I just want to kneel at your feet and tell you thank you. Please take care my Mama. I would like to ask you to send her back to us, so I can prove my love by being there for her as her body declines. Please, whatever it takes, please, if she's sent up some SOS to you, if you'll do this or that in the context of our relationship, that you will give me knowledge so I can be the hands and feet of your answer, the voice of your yes and amen. The open arms of acceptance, the eyes that look with love and concern and are eager to roll up the sleeves of this real work of loving and get at it. Please, Jesus, make your love known to my Mama in a way she's never before experienced. I want to know when she leaves planet earth it's straight for the heart that beats love for her. Please gather her to you in a freshness that she can never again question or doubt. I believe that you hear this prayer and I ask you to show me what to do to serve you by serving her. Amen I am currently Awestruck
I am listening to my heart is singing, thank you
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Can't believe it OMG 03/07/2008 07:51 p.m.
Mama, if you read this, please call me. Megan was almost crying, just from hearing your voice today and telling her you just wanted to hear her voice. We love you, Mama. We've never stopped. We miss you. It tears me apart to think of you alone, when we love you and are your family that loves you. Please come back to us. Love covers a multitude.... of everything that can go wrong.
I love you.
We love you.
Please call me. I'll make everybody stay off the internet tonight so you can get through.
I love you! I miss you!
