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The Moment

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Sometimes sitting and thinking/meditating is a great thing to do. Sometimes not. It’s what you decide it to be. Maybe the mood you’re already in sets the scene for what you will meditate on. Or not. Those pesky negative thoughts can be irritating. Worrying about something in the future is a killer of a good mood. There is so much negativity going on now in the world. But there always has been. How can you get rid of this worry of tomorrow?

I am not psych professional, but I can say from experience that I used to worry about the future all the time. It was depressing. I hated feeling that way. Then I started studying God’s Word and praying. By doing this, I was reminded about something… God takes care of the future. He his in the future. He goes before you and prepares it. It doesn’t mean some days ahead won’t be bad. There will be some. What it DOES mean is that God will help you through the bad times… If you let him. Take Him with you. Pray. Focus on the present. The today.

Bless All Of You

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The Blame Game

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When do we cast blame? When do we seek to find the one responsible? Is it when something bad happens as a result of someone releasing something that shouldn’t have been released? Or, is it when someone invents something that benefits the world. Which scenario gets the most attention? The negative or the positive?

Lately, I have been hearing, seeing, and watching about who is to blame for the release of this nasty virus. I’m tired of that mantra. Seriously, I am. I think many others are sick of it as well. The truth is…well…God knows who and where it came from. He knows the truth. Those responsible know the truth as well. We can play this blame game all day long. It won’t solve anything. What it does accomplish is making people angry which leads to nonsensical crap that makes some want to commit violence. As I said…the ones responsible know who they are. They will be held accountable one day. Let’s leave it at that.

This virus is here. Let’s deal with that and come up with a way to fix it (somehow). I’m not a scientist, so my prayers are with those who are. I pray they are honest enough to figure out how to squash this virus once and for all. To God be all the power and glory. He is our refuge. I pray for good health throughout the world. In Jesus Holy name I pray. Amen.

Posted in Poetry

Forgiveness

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Forgiveness,
a symphony of music
freeing the soul,
A gift,
surpassing all others
because it comes from an enemy,
yet is heart felt.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the heart cries,
singing a song of anger, rage, and hatred.

Forgiveness,
a light,
guiding on a righteous path,
leading only to God.
A healing that cleanses,
washes,
so contamination is no longer a threat.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the light slowly dies along with the soul.

Forgiveness,
a freedom,
like the eagle taking flight above the clouds,
carried on the whip of the wind.
A rush of adrenaline,
knowing you have the potential to do all
that is right and good.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
the wings break,
plummeting you to earth,
never to fly again.

Forgiveness,
a dove,
that lay in the heart and soul,
to rest,
bringing happiness within.
A sense of peace,
giving the knowledge that we
will be able to grow as
sweetly scented flowers in
the righteousness of God’s heavenly garden.
When forgiveness doesn’t come or isn’t given,
we flowers die,
becoming thorns among men.

Now,
I release unto you
the greatest gift,
that of forgiveness,
sitting on the wings of a dove
as it grants you peace,
flies you toward your freedom
down the path of light to your
Savior’s loving arms.


By L. M. Montes

Posted in Poetry

Divine Death

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Three men,
Hanging on a cross,
Two are sinners,
One is divine.

Oh Jesus on the cross,
This I ask of You,
Forgiveness and mercy
For my sins,
So I may be with You.


Death’s clutches take hold,
The devil he must fight,
The Son He is the victor,
Not just for me,
But everyone,
So we may rise to heights.


By L. M. Montes