We all have to start someplace. If we don't, our lives will go nowhere, and we will accomplish nothing.-Shaunelius L. Sterns- "(God) takes my hand and writes beautiful poetry. He takes my hand and creates beautiful drawings. He takes my hand and picks the colors that I use to color with. He is the Only One that has brought out my inner beauty in ways that I have never known."-Shaunelius L. Sterns
Life is precious, and we should cherish every moment. We should forgive those who have wronged us, because we never know when it will be our last day on this earth. Sometimes we may not know what to say, or what to do to show someone we love them. We wait until that last moment to find the words to say, but when we find those words, it is always too late to tell that person just how we feel about them, just how much we love them. We wait util they have gone on home to be with the Lord, well it is too late then.
I know it is hard to tell someone just how you really feel about them while they are living, but tell them anyway, don’t wait until they are gone. Don’t wait until they cannot hear you or see the tears in your eyes if any to tell them just how much you love them. Give them their flowers while they can smell them and enjoy them. Give them their flowers while they can smell them and enjoy the beauty of them. Once the eyes are closed, nothing can be seen or enjoyed. Nothing can be seen anymore.
Give me my flowers while I can see them. Give me my flowers while I can enjoy them and behold the beauty of their creation. Don’t wait until I leave, I will not be able to do either one. Show me love, show me kindness, show me compassion, treat me with dignity and respect. Sit with me and help me to remember some of the things I have forgotten about. Don’t push me to the side and forget all about me. Tell me something funny that I may hear myself laugh. Give me a reason to keep on keeping on. Forgive me if I have wronged you in any kind of way, or if I have said something to offend you, but just don’t forget to give me my flowers while I still have my sight, smell, and able to feel the texture of them. Pray with me while my knees will still bend and help me up because it is hard for me to do so on my own. Don’t leave my side when I need your help. Be with me every step of the way. I need you just as much as you may need me, but whatever you do, just give me my flowers while I am here and can enjoy them. c.2022 L.A.
Looking at the sky it is a dark reddish black. Looking at the clouds they form part of an arm and hand. The moon shines through the darkness and gives a little light to the sky, but who knows what goes on as we dive into the night. Listen to the sounds that is all around us. Listen to the sounds in the distance that cannot be recognized by the ears of human beings. Howls comes into play as the nocturnal animals hide in their dens. Who would have thought that the hand in the sky would reach down and grab them and pull them up to the sky and hold them? Who would have known that the sky would be this color because it has never been before?
No one knew what was going on with the elements in the sky. The howling began to grow louder in the distance, but what was it? What was the creature making those loud terrible, and frightening noises? The sky grew darker and darker as the sound increased to shrieking screams which pierced the night. Nothing was stirring. Everything and everyone were afraid of what was going on outside. Was it a lost soul traveling in the darkness? Was it an unusual animal from the past looking for their family? Was it a hell hound roaming looking for something to devour? Was it a demon that had escaped from hell looking for a soul to steal?
Unusual as it was, fear had gripped everything in the path that it traveled. Nothing could escape the destruction that it left behind. It was as if death walked with it. The sound grew more louder than ever. No one could believe what was going on. No one knew what to think about anything anymore. Everyone felt like the end was near. The sun was still hiding behind the clouds, but still gave off a little light, but not enough light to see where to walk. What brought all of this on? What caused all of this? Was this a warning of what was about to come, or was it something to be expected because of what was going on in this little part of the earth? It was as if time stood still as this went on for hours on end.
There was no ending to the howling noises that were being made by this unknown creature. A face appeared in the clouds that was sinister and ugly. It looked like something from out of this world. Could it have been this face making all of this noise? Could it have been the elements shouting out in fear of this unknown creature invading their space? Could it have been all of the hate that was harbored in the souls of the people who were evil? Could it have been the voices of aborted children crying out from their graves? Whatever it was, it was very angry.
It wanted to let everyone know that it meant business. As the night grew even darker, nothing could be seen except the light of the moon that was shining through the clouds. The face in the clouds grew uglier, and uglier. The hand reached down and touched the ground, and as it did, the ground turned to black stone. The trees turned to concrete, and the moon went black, black as coal from a coalmine. Brimstone and fire began to fall from the sky destroying anything moving, but because everything was already ruined, it crashed into the houses of those who loved hate and unforgiveness.
There was nowhere to run, and there was nowhere to hide from the destruction that was taking place. Screams and shrills cracks the sky like never before. Skin was burning, and the stench of it was sickening. This was hell on earth to the fullest degree. Nothing could be seen except fire and brimstone falling from the sky. The end had come! Time was over, and destruction of the unrighteous had come. No water to quench the thirsty mouth. No water to quench the thirsty soul, and the fire and brimstone was never ending. Everyone was screaming in horror! Children were crying! What could they do to escape all of this hell that was going on in their part of the world?
Like fire that dances to the crackle of each burning twig, so was the sky which turned pitch black. The elements fell from their places in the universe! The stars fell from the sky like lightning bolts of electricity leaving craters in the concrete of the ground. Doom was all around! Again, nowhere to run and nowhere to hide! Death and destruction were on every side, complete chaos!
No one was prepared for what happened. Everyone was just living their lives as they did every day, but they noticed for days how the sky started to look, how things started to change, and the effect it had on everyone. No two people were the same towards each other…everyone had changed as if they had split personalities. As the destruction continued to go on, a great fire came up through the concrete of the ground and the lost souls who worshipped the one with the mark of the beast. They captured those who they knew were like them. They picked them out one by one, and even those who had murdered and killed innocent people for their own cruel pleasure. Their skin turned black as sackcloth, blacker than the darkest night, and the only thing that could be seen were the blood that was in their eyes that ran down their faces to the soles of their feet.
They all walked with their master back into the pit of fire where they all burned for all eternity. There was no escape for them. No returning to real life! Nothing to quench their thirst, only breathing in the fires, and the smoke, and the stench of burning skin down to the bones. Never again to see the sunlight that once shone on their faces. Never again to experience real love. Never again to laugh and cry for joy, only pain and misery would they face forevermore. Never again to see a rainbow after the rain. Never again to see the smile of another human face. Never again to feel the softness of a dog, or cat, or any other animal for all eternity. Never again to feel the coolness of the rain in the winter, spring, summer, or fall, or autumn, only fire that holds them close forever.
Daylight, The Dawning of a New Day
As the night came to an end, the sun came up over the horizon. The people who remained were righteous people. They were not touched by what had happened the night before, they had faith that everything was going to be alright for them because of who they believed in. It was a beautiful day. The birds were singing again, the squirrels were playing as they usually do, and the sky was pretty and blue again. Everything was back to normal. They went on living their lives, but without fear in their hearts. They knew that they were always protected even in all of the darkness that surrounded them. They knew that there was light at the end of it all, but they did not know it was going to be the next day. They did not know just how long the destruction was going to last. They had love in their hearts again for all people, not just those who were their friends, or who they just loved, but for every nation and tongue.
The Moral of the Story
The moral of the story is this: We don’t know when the last trumpet will sound before Jesus returns, so therefore, we must worship Him while we have our being. We must love one another as He has loved us for many generations. We must tell everyone we know about Him and what He has done for us. We must tell the lost what He did on Calvary for us. We do not want to be like the people in this story. We want to pay attention as to how we treat people. Disrespect is everywhere, but the question is this, do you want it among you? Do you want to walk around with hate and unforgiveness in your heart? Do you want to wait until the last minute to forgive someone who has wronged you, or someone who has made you feel bad? Do you want to hold grudges against those who has wronged you? Do you want to want to forgive and be forgiven? The choice is yours to decide.
Let love reign in your heart and pass it on to those who need the love of Jesus shared with them.
Distant Lights and the Beauty in Which it Surrounds by LA”BREA AQUARIA – A Short Story
Looking out over the water, colors from the lights in the background illuminates the night with reflections only a master artist can create. What beauty it beholds to the eyes and the mind of the one who’s captivated by it. The stars twinkling, looking like diamonds in the sky to light up any path that may be there which may lead to the other side of the mountain which sits there majestically in the night.
Palm trees sway in the distance, just sitting there enjoying the lights which brings beauty to the night. How romantic it would be to just stand on a hill and Just take it all in. What a breathtaking moment in time? What can the mind think about such beauty? Looking out over the vastness of it takes my imagination to new places.
The city was quiet as always, but electricity was felt in the air. All day long the people of the town was nervous about it, but they just went on about their business as usual. The sky was pretty and blue, the sun was shining, and everything was alright. Children were playing in their yards, and the adults were doing their chores outside just as they did every day. Who would have thought that the electricity in the air had been building up for a very long time? Who would have thought that it was going to strike? Before everyone knew it, the sky began to turn colors that they had never seen before. They thought that the sun was just going in for a bit like it sometimes did, but little did they know, it was about to be the biggest electric storm they had ever seen in their life. They kept on doing what they were doing, such as raking leaves, planting flowers, and talking to each other.
To their knowledge, things were normal as always, but it was just a bit different that day in the city. Night fell quickly and they didn’t understand why. They could not understand what was going on. They became afraid. Everything was going through their mind at that point. They went inside of their homes and locked the doors, shut the windows, and pulled the blinds shut. They began to pray for whatever it was to pass over, but while they were praying, it began to thunder. The water began to move slowly, but there were a few waves, but not enough to cause any damage. It thundered louder and louder! The children began to cry because they were afraid of the thunder. They had not ever heard it roll like that before. It was the kind of roll that you could feel down to the bone. It was the kind of roll that stopped you dead in your tracks. It was the kind of roll that shook the ground, and shook everything that was inside and outside.
The wind began to blow hard over the water, there were not any trees near the water, but the water began to churn. Lightening began to flash in the east and lit up the sky. Thunder roared with a crashing BOOM! as the lightening came from the west. Both sides came together and began to fight. Electricity was everywhere in the sky, even touching down on the water. It was so bad. Electricity was not playing around, both sides were trying to get their points across, but they just fought all the more. Nothing could settle them, or calm them down. The sky was lit up with crackling bolts of electricity.
While they were fighting, every one of the elements stood at the side on both sides to see who would win or lose the fight. The water churned harder and harder. The wind began to blow harder and harder, but it was as if they hated one another. The east would not bow to the west, and the west would not bow to the east, but the water stood up in between the two to stop the fight, but they overpowered the water, so she just stepped back. Low and behold, the rain began to fall. She cried very hard, throwing down sheets at a time to try to calm them down, but it did not help any. She began to mist slowly because she was so sad.
This electric fight went on for hours on end. The elements went back to where they were because they got tired of watching this nonsense. The thunder roared as long as they fought, neither of them wanted to give up. The people in the city had become terrified. They thought that the sky was going to catch on fire because of all of the electricity flowing badly up there in the sky. They thought for sure that the city was going to be struck by one of the bolts that flew down and hit the water. It came close to hitting a powerline, it is good that it didn’t. Hour’s past like minutes, but there was still electricity fighting in the sky. It went on all night long. As the sun began to rise, they were so tired, they both gave up and parted ways, but they didn’t until they shook bolts. They worked out their differences between themselves. East went East, and West went West, and the sky was clear again. The sun shone brighter than it ever did before. Everything in the city was calm again, and everyone was happy again to know that it all eventually passed over.
Just like the different sides had to work out their differences between each other in their own way, we too have to work out our differences with each other so we all can get along in this world. There are going to be bystanders, and there are those who will try to step in between a fight and break it up, and there are those who will pray for things to get better in the world, and there are those who get tired and walk away. Through it all, things sometimes work themselves out. Sometimes a truce can be called between the two to neutralize things, sort of like a peace treaty so everyone can live in the same place and get along. If things were that simple, there wouldn’t be any wars going on anywhere. Let’s seek peace and pursue it, resist the devil and he will flee, so God can give us the desires of our hearts. I desire peace and tranquility for this world we live in. What do you desire for God to give you? Until next time, try not to have an electric fight. c.2022
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Looking out over this vast sea of water, the clouds sit there in the sky as if they are sitting over the water to protect it from things that might want to clutter it with things that ought not be there. Looking at the small waves floating out to sea to the place where the light is free that shines beneath the clouds which sits there.
How quiet it is and calm as if it is in a world of its own. Peaceful tranquility of the unknown. Who dares to interrupt the cloudsfrom their peaceful rest? Who dares to sail out to the edge and float to unknown places which awaits them in their travels? Only the sea knows the travels of the travelers who takes the chance to visit in that direction. Better still waters than a raging sea of foam crashing into the sailboats and throwing them off of their course. What would one say? What could one do except be silent through it all as the water calms quietly around the clouds that sit over the water?Nevertheless, quiet is kept as the sea rests for another day, as the clouds stay, and as the sunrays shines beneath them on the water to bring in another day of bliss and tranquility, and wait for travelers to visit again to enjoy the wind that the waves bring to help them sail to their destinations unknown that awaits them on the other side of the sea.
What can be said that is there? Who knows what it may look like there?
Will the sky be blue? Will the sun shine? Will there be people? Will there be other places? Only the one who dares to dream this dream whose sleep is sweet. No nightmares to interrupt the bliss of it all, just sweet dreams sailing to places beyond the sea and the clouds with those who has the imagination to travel there. Sleep on dear one and dream your dreams in the clouds that sit over the water.
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