I’m BLESSED and happy to be able to re-blog this.
More profound Truth from my Sister in Christ!
— From the Pews —
There is Healing! ” JESUS is the ANSWER “
INNER HEALING ? — It’s Not Only Possible… It’s —
—PEACE THAT EXCEEDS ALL EARTHLY UNDERSTANDING —
Philippians 4:7 — And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
Carolina Blue glimmered this week —
On the sultry shores of the south —
On the week of the 4th the sea was murky, dismal, and gray —
I suppose the lack of storms accompanied with the intense heat
Thank You, God, both the occasion —Blessed was I to be there to see.
Ebbs Flow, Swells Swing, the Sun, Moon, and Stars sing ever-changing songs of God’s Mood Ring —Beneath the Toiling Sea—Oceans of Emotion— and some of its own — but mostly revealed on the surface… Reflections of you and me.
I just completed this little project. Well, little may not be the most accurate description seeing as it stands two feet tall and lacks only one pound of weighing twenty.
The inspiration began with the little boat I bought from a lady in the “Lowes” parking lot a while back — and while piddling around the back yard with extra time on my hands I spotted an old swimmers platform weathering away on the back of my real boat. It made the perfect fishing pier for the “Old Salt” and his dog to mend nets and spin tales of fish lore and Mermaids on.
I call it — “Shrimp Tales and Tides”
Other images seen here:
This is it:
Not the best pictures in the world, but, at least I did take a few.
The morning sun shone through the rift of the blinds one morning, and my semi-conscious mind must have processed the red-eyelid-grid it saw as the fret-board of a cosmic stringed instrument. I began hearing the most beautiful music I have ever heard, as my mind’s eye watched each glistening sun-ray pluck the strings. I remember being astonished by its dexterity, and melodic perfection. Upon awakening, I tried to duplicate the notes I had heard, and saw, on my guitar—If only I could remember them note for note.— From what little I was able to remember, and attempt to simulate on the fret-board, the notes seemed impossible to play in one key. Almost as if each note came from one of the 24 individual keys of the musical spectrum. It totally seemed to of been an impossible dream— But, what if all dreams came true? I thought, and then it was gone…
I was standing on a sea-shore, in some far away place beyond the familiar sea, where nothing looked real, or resonated with me. There were neon colors, and bird-like creatures. Lifelike, but surreal. I perceived them with all 5 senses at once. I felt, tasted, heard, smelled, and saw them — from one sense of awareness — at once. I wanted to talk to them, so I tried to open my mouth, instead my eyes opened. And I awakened. It was over… What if all dreams came true?
I heard the phone ring as I was walking in through a large glass door leading to a hallway between two rows of desks occupied by dogs with huge human like grins, when suddenly one of them leaped out at me and said… “You Won The Lottery” — But, then, of course, I woke up.
I dreamed I was in a terrible hurricane, worse than any of the ones I’ve experienced first hand on the Carolina coast. It was terrifying. Water started moving in beneath my feet, and gradually rose to the level of my chin. Suddenly, a tidal wave came crashing over me, the town, and everyone, and everything, as far as I could see. And, then I woke up — But, what if every dream really did come true? Or. What if some really are warnings? What if we knew that every dream would come true? What If every dream did come true?
Grinning Dog ?