Poetic Inkwells and More

  Because the Days are Evil (Eph 5:16-18) God asks us to redeem the time…  Things have been ending for a long time.  Many now believe that we are in the end times.  A window of time remains open.  I want to share about a time concept called Kairos.  In Greek the word Kairos means time.  In Greek, it translates: a pregnant moment, a time for Opportunity and favor, or a point in time. Kairos is unlike the watch that tells time (chronos) in minutes, Seconds and hours—a measurement of time.  Kairos is a moment in time that is right to Bring opportunity into our life.  God is the God of many chances.  Moments of Kairos can buy us back lost time. A point in time is our Kairos time.  Opportunity knocks when God is at the door.  Each life looks at opportunity from their vantage point.  God knows the seasons and times for everything.  What time have we lost?  God gives us windows of Kairos time.  Forget the reasons for losing opportunities and time.  Now is the time to redeem those years. God c

  The words are twirling and swirling like a top. I feel giddy when I make it stop. The words rise again to the top. The top creates the motion. The words create emotion. I cannot make it stop. I love the little top!

Hide and Seek        by Clara Mitchell 3/22/2024 I must put away childish things. God is right. There are exceptions. Our inner child at times makes an appearance. Depending on our stage in life, It opens the stage for an unexpected scene. A scene where the actor changes the script. This type of behavior is not well received by directors. God often plays hide and seek when He tests us. We seek Him early, We seek to find Him-- Usually hidden in a new revelation. It is both playful and mysterious. The seeking is hard work. The hiding places of God Are sometimes a mystery to find. I know I am hidden in Christ. God seeks after me. He calls me to follow Him. He knows my whereabouts Even in the night seasons. I cannot avoid His searchlight. He shines the light on me. I cannot escape His commands. He knows all my hiding places. I hide in modern day caves. I surrender to His arrest. God is looking for me. The great Shepherd is seeking me.

  I am a senior who toggles and joggles. My income is short The winds of change blow upon my plans. Higher rent usurps my retirement. How is it I could not see? The storm is now upon the seniors. The seniors who now live to find shelter. Higher rent is my challenge As healthcare used to be the challenge. Now both health and wealth For a senior is a wind of change. Pray to stay well. Senior orphans call upon the Lord. How quickly growing old gets old. Now I walk because I can. I am usually feeding the ducks. I have all my marbles as they say. My mind is still with me I possess wisdom The Bible calls it the principle thing. I agree. Wisdom finds the way when there is no way. God allows the trials to go on. Avoid evil know little evil Warnings from God. Wisdom for changing winds. Find God's ways and think like God. I will bear fruit in my old age. My appearance keeps changing Like the cost of living. I pray daily for my bread. God is my phy

Along the way, I have left a series of patches. Patches much like those done to my PC. The process sometimes takes or fails, And other times the issues are completely resolved. I feel that many times after I pray, I leave a patch at Heaven's PC. I have areas that are affecting My usability and functions. Security issues, potential virus problems. Only God can change our spiritual DNA. We all must be renewed with a process of updates. The new nature, Heaven's Born-Again, version-- Will have conflicts with our original hardware-sin nature. The process is a lifetime of rebuilding. Adding and subtracting Old with new data. Areas of breakdown have patches Instead of new programs. God's handiwork remains unique In that every person needs the right Revelations to make future adjustments. In comparison to a computer, PC-- The tweaking and refinements need a service call. As the process matures, The trials and tests reach new levels for growth.

A poet lives in a world of words, That spills over into many tomorrows.  Each tomorrow becomes a new day  And the beat and meter go on.  The one at the table who spills the beans  Is an expression for sharing something hidden.  Those at the table gasp  And put their hands over their mouth.  Words carry power for good or evil.  I think about my words to God during the day. I think about my prayers to Him.  I never feel ignored.  I look for a dialogue to begin between God and me.  Having dialogue with God is the most pleasant of conversations. God listens as I share my heart.  I listen as God shares His heart-- Giving me a Psalm, a song, or scriptures.  At the end of our conversation,  God is still there if I decide to add more. Whenever I wake up or wherever I travel,  I can start the same conversation or begin a new dialogue. God is always there to listen  And console me with His great wisdom. I still need my earthly chats with others,  But I know that God is there for me when chatte

  The Window of My Heart by Clara Mitchell Look into my heart! What do you see? Why, I see many things: people from many nations, Lands afar, like a globe of continents. What you see is a missionary!