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Messages From Beyond The Moon II: Get Ready For The Joy…

Hey, You’re back!

So you’ve decided to believe that I want to be smack in the middle of everything concerning you huh?

You believe that I will, and can do whatever needs to be done to get you to where I have already predesigned for you to be.

Okay then.

See the big smile on my face?

Faith gets me excited.

Get ready for a big old belly laugh next.

Wait. You didn’t know that I smile…even laugh?

Where do you think Joy came from in the first place?

Your level of Joy, even happiness, is very important to me by the way.

Let me help you get…and stay there.

Enough for each day.

Joy when life feels like an uphill climb and you don’t even feel like faking a smile.

Let me help you get…and stay there.

Joy when everything around you is crashing to the ground and too many voices are too loud to decipher.

Let me help you get…and stay there.

You see, you need Joy.

Joy isn’t fickle. Joy can take a hit.

Happiness is all good. It’s cool too. But it tends to rely on circumstances to show up.

Joy runs deep. Very deep.

Joy can bench-press happiness and some more stuff.

Oh Joy…Joy carries the strength to take the next step though your feet feel like clay.

You’ll find it-Joy-when you draw near and just sit…sit with Me.

Sit and talk. Sit and sing Me a tune. I’ll sing one back you know?

Just sit with Me a while. I will give you Joy. Joy will give you strength, and you will be able to go on.

You will be able to step over, leap across and win. Win at life.

Sit with Me a while and get ready for the Joy.

~God.

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Messages From Beyond The Moon I: I’m All In It…

Hey you.

Yes, you.

I’ve been thinking about you.

Oh, you didn’t realize that I think about you? Well, it’s like all the time.

I think about how you try to be the picture of perfection working to hold everything together. Trying to prove your strength.

I think about your late night cries cause you think no one gets you…really gets you.

No one but Me.

I think about your desires to reach for the stars, that sometimes gets clouded by mists of anxiety.

I think about so much when it comes to you. But what I have been thinking about a lot lately is getting you too see and fully embrace just how much I want to walk through life with you.

How much I want to be in the midst of whatever you’re dealing with, working towards, or fighting against-inwardly or outwardly-to get you to where you’re supposed to be.

To get you to a sweet place of rest where you don’t just step forward but you soar.

Hey you. I’m closer than you think.

I’m all up in everything concerning you.

What you got? Bring it on. I can handle it.

Emotional? Physical? Financial? I got this. Seriously, I do!

Lay it on me. The whole gigantic pile of mess.

Let’s walk through it together.

And when you look into the mirror and everything isn’t picture perfect, please don’t be hard on yourself.

It’s a process you know?

Yeah. It. Is.

Even if you think you should be beyond this point. It is a process.

Lighten up.

Lean on me, and lighten up.

So what you got? I’m all in it.

~God.

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Life Passages XVII-Knowing Her Own Heart

“No, no, no. God, No!” Madeleine sits at the edge of her bed hiding from her parents, the world, and most certainly, Devon. “God, I don’t need this right now.” She whispers, trying to keep her argument with God private. “Do I…Did I feel…What the heck was that?” Madeleine covers her mouth with both hands, startled at her own abrupt outburst.

“I mean, I didn’t see this coming. God did You…wait! What am I asking? Of course you did.” Madeleine allows herself to fall back on to her bed, and covers her face again. Like thoroughbreds racing for a prize, her heart trots at record speed. Her hands slowly slip off of her face. For what seemed like an eternity Madeleine stares at the off-white ceiling. She doesn’t see the ceiling though. Not really. The image of Devon’s face and mannerisms fill her imagination. Her lips curve into a smile. Her mind conjures up images of her and  Devon at his Grandfather’s antique book store, walking along side him from school to her home, at the pizza shop with his friends. Suddenly a picture of Samantha, Devon’s friend who Madeleine deems out-of-this world gorgeous, surfaces immediately quashing Madeleine’s other,  more pleasant thoughts.

Madeleine gags then jerks upright so not to choke on her own saliva. Shaking her head furiously she stands, and begins to pace her woven beige and grey carpet. “Exactly why this can’t be happening God! Clearly there is something between them.” She massages the back of her neck. “Yeah, Devon…Samantha. There is definitely something there.” Madeleine shakes her head vigorously, trying to reset her mind. Then again, commanding it to reboot.

Madeleine speed walks over to her Monarch White Corner Desk. She slides her novel of the week out of her red and black plaid backpack, and in two skips lands on her bed again. With her legs crossed like a pretzel, Madeleine begins to read, and it is not long till she gets lost in the mystery book.

Buzz…buzz. After thirty thought free minutes Madeleine’s concentration is broken. Creases line her forehead as she focuses on the direction of the sound. Buzz…buzz. Madeleine leaps forward and retrieves the white and silver cell phone on her desk, almost hidden underneath her backpack. A text message is waiting for her. Her chest expands in an exaggerated motion with every breath. It is a message from Devon. Hey! Hope you got home okay. Madeleine’s eyes grow large, absorbing the message when a second one rapidly follows it. Are you alright?

Argh! After all the effort Madeleine put into shoving Devon out of her thoughts this Saturday afternoon, this sure does not help. Madeleine’s hands tighten around her phone, almost suffocating it. She peaks at the message once more. Her breaths pick up speed. She walks the width of her room hoping to calm herself down. At the very least to think. After what seemed like five minutes, Madeleine settles back down on to her bed and lays across it. This time on her stomach, she mumbles another prayer. “Am I really alright, God?” A long sigh rises from her belly to her lips “I’m not so sure that even I know.” Madeleine turns over allowing her head to hang off the bed. “So much I want to say, but there is so much that I don’t.”

Madeleine raises her body into a sitting position, her legs extended straight in front of her. She pulls the phone closer to her, along the length of her knees toward her hips. She begins to type. Yup. I am home safe. Thanks. She reads the message again, three times before she hits send. Releasing the mobile gently on to her sheet, she looks upward. “Please help me figure this out…figure out if I’m really alright.”

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Life does Suck…But There Is Hope

I was inspired to pen some short verses following the first installment of the series, Life Sucks at The Bridge DC on April 7th. 

I then decided I would post it here for all to see, particularly in light of the recent unfortunate events in Boston. 

Life does Suck sometimes, and it just does not seem Fair!

However, I am of the opinion that there is Hope…there is a Light where a connection can be made and the opportunity to thrive from the inside-out. The circumstances around us may not change but there is great comfort in being able to call on a Great Friend to walk us through it. 

My sincere thoughts and prayers are with the families of those who lost their lives, and all of the injured from the Boston Marathon Bombing on Monday, April 15th, 2013. 

Here is what came to mind: 

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