Tag: Heaven

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 28th October 2022

Tears of joy? Tears of sorrow, pain or even relief are all borne on the cheeks of sacrifice.

The gentlest of tears caress the blood of sacrifices made throughout our journey here on earth. As we seek to blossom there is always the softest reminder that we need to bloom in His name.

It is whilst the thorns of sin cling to the sheath of our lives that the flower, surrounded by the sharp reminders of our sin requires that we give time and contemplation to what is really going on in our lives and whether the sacrifices we make are for ourselves or for Him.

Pick just our blossoms lord, so that we may leave our sin-filled existence on the branches of our earthly lives. See the splendour in our lives Lord that your sacrifice made possible and let us walk in the dawn of your creation, new and fresh. Ready to burst forth and glorify your name.

Let your Heaven be graced by the splendour of a floral masterpiece, resplendent in angel vases throughout the halls of your kingdom.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 5th August 2022

When we lift our eyes to the heavens, are we seeing heaven or perhaps the sky, clouds a passing bird (or plane)?

To see heaven we need to lift our eyes far deeper than ‘..to the hills..from whence cometh my help.’

To lift our eyes for a full view of the Trinity is a chance to really see the treasure that exists in the promise of God and the gift that has been given to us.

Thoughts of heaven with a golden throne are to be found in God’s creation wherever we look. To lift our eyes is not to glance upwards but to look deeper and see beyond the superficial that exists before us.

The gold is in the gift of grace.

Our communication with God through prayer is not a chance to speak to Him but an opportunity for Him to speak to us. He speaks in the sights and sounds that surround us. We just need to ‘lift’ our eyes and look deeper and then to look deeper still and see with more than just our sight. Here we will find His ‘Soul Whisper’.

To find Him is to know that His gift of Grace has been given to all mankind. Wear His grace as a cloak and let your golden centre burst forth to all those you encounter who look skywards.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 17th June 2022

Will you hear the trumpet call?

Do we see the faces of the desperate and the dying? Do we feel the pain and the sorrow of those too weak to carry on? Do we hear the cries of those who have lost all hope in humanity? As we look upon the world are we sickened by what we see?

Do we feel the nails of the cross on which He died?

All of these are the sounds of the trumpet’s call. A time to gather on the plains beneath the foothills of heaven. A time to rise and gird ourselves with the weapons of love, charity, and forgiveness. 

The call to arms is not a call to weaponize so that we can revenge any perceived indignation. This is a call to arm ourselves with arms.

Arms that encompass and enfold! Arms that bring hope as they gently comfort those around us. Arms that seek to include rather than shun and arms that are open in welcoming gestures for those that seek a place of refuge. Arms that seek to protect nature as the foundation of the creation of which we are part.

Will you join the trumpet ensemble for a whisper of peace to be blown into the soul of humanity?

May His peace prevail!

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 27th August 2021

Heaven’s scent: Heaven sent

Breath in:

Slowly!

Imbibe on the aromas of Heaven walking amongst the scents of the first spring flowers.

Each breath is an inhaling of notes and syllables, that joined, become words. And the words strung together, become phrases and these are His whispers in my wilderness and the fuel of lyrics sung by angel choirs.

Each exhale, from prayer to praise returns the scent to heaven, sent as an answer to His call and in recognition of the relationship we cultivate in the gardens of His creation.

The Holy Spirit thankfully lingers in the air long after the scents have dispersed in the breeze. The Spirit gives substance to the whispers as much as He adds meaning to the prayers and praise we offer up.

Heaven’s scents are His ‘ventilator’ in a world filled with pandemic. These mists of fragrances are the oxygen He sends that keeps us alive and grounded in our faith.

Inhale Him into every room of your soul,

And live!

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 13th August 2021

Winter’s tears mourn the dying days as its season draws to a close just as spring-sprung diamonds line the edges of a rejuvenated faith in a creation that promises a baptism in His name.

Such are the whispers that glisten in His light.

Droplets that moisten the machinery of our belief and serve to lubricate the workings of our relationship with God, sawn by the fine-toothed edge that cuts to the core of who we are.

As we allow our spiritual self to journey amongst the whispers in God’s Garden so we brush against the life giving dew and we are washed clean of the dust and grime that weigh us down and so sanitized, we renew our commitment and focus to producing quality blooms fit to grace the vases in heaven.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 6th August 2021

What is life when the living is done?

Oh, to dine with the Risen Son

What are words when the cries scream out?

Soul-sounds of a silenced shout

What is worship, prayer or praise?

When upon this rock my song I raise.

In the gardens of creation, the song whisperers flourish, dressed in their finest clothes. They are the lyrical notes that rise and float as the breath of God. They settle like butterfly wings on the surface of humanity and there on their earthly platform they speak Spirit to spirit. From His spirit to mine!

Upon this rock are the sounds that speak to the emotional core of what has been buried in us since the beginning of creation. Lyrics written in heaven and carefully encased in us until the very moment we are ready to glorify Him – They burst forth in heavenly hue as part of who we are supposed to be and release us from ourselves so that we can be with Him.

From this water smoothed stage of our baptism, we are placed in full view, dressed in our finest livery as we sing our flower song to His Glory.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 14th Augustus 2020

The bracket fungus grows on dead trees. It forms part of the process of decomposing the wood so that it once again becomes part of the nutrient cycle that will feed new life.

A death to self!

The Spiritual event that coincides with this death and regeneration to a new life is a baptism in a relationship with the Trinity as one of boundless joy that cannot be expressed except through an exhilarating splash of the baptismal waters.

Everywhere we look in creation, we see God’s hand at work, teaching us through the things that we are surrounded by. This is His wilderness whispering! Our time of contemplative awareness of His presence in our lives, depends on us not only inviting Him in but also in opening our eyes and ears and touch to the essence of His being around us.

We do not just hear the wilderness whisper through our soul in praise and worship and prayer, we hear the whisper by being aware of His creation through sight, sound and touch.

Indeed, ‘Heaven is at hand …’ when we become aware that the wilderness can whisper.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 15th May 2020

My ‘Stairway to Heaven’ is bordered by a stream filled with stones, polished and rounded by Christ’s Living Waters.

The stream becomes a river as it flows through the wilderness of my life. The stream’s voice offers comforts, guidance, patience and love as it covers the stones and gurgles on in it its journey to eternity.

The stairway never ends! Just when I think that I have reached a level piece, so it turns out, it is merely a landing and beyond it another stairway beckons. More stair and more landings. Sometimes the landings are small with only enough room to turn or negotiate a bend. At other times, the landings are large and take time to traverse. But the journey continues until at times it feels that Heaven is out of reach.

And then in the quietness of the dawn the whispers I hear, tell me that this is Heaven! Each flight of stairs is a path to the next landing and each landing is an opportunity for another conversation with God.

So, the landings in my life become a reflection of my time spent with the Trinity.

Through this I have learnt to pray for more stairways, and more landings, and a chance to have yet another conversation with the three Beloved Friends who accompany me on my journey.

When the wilderness has whispered, we have been together on the landings and together in Heaven and one day it will be a different landing and perhaps the Heaven may seem strange at first, but the voices will be the same, as will the laughter, passion and love that I have cherished on all the landings we have shared.

I make stairways to Heaven in the garden so that there can be landings. The landings are there for time to be spent in communion with the whisperer in my wilderness.

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 16th August 2019

Everything has its time.

Life has its seasons; Faith has its promise.

If we can accept the one, then surely, we should accept the other. If, through our salvation, we will end in Heaven it does not matter through which season this comes. Whether it be through our normal lifespan, or through the return of The Christ. The result is the same.

Preparing for it, no matter when it comes is one thing: Living for it, something else.

Living in faith and in the knowledge of the promise means we should be ready to flower, knowing the season is at hand. That Heaven is within our grasp!

Being ready to blossom is what we were born for.
So then, flower, ‘cause even the flowers have faith that the spring will come. 
Hark He comes!
Hebrews 10:36,37

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#fridayfootprints – Friday 28th June 2019

Gardening with God often finds me on my knees in the garden, sometimes on my haunches and occasionally just walking around, yet my perspective of God is always within the boundaries of the things I see around me. Whilst I am amazed by His creation which I experience daily – the boundaries are still there.

If I cast my view beyond the garden, there are still boundaries on His magnificence depicted by the horizons I see all around. Even if I was to wait for nightfall, the stars still cloak my perceptions.

Yet, if I was to lie back and gaze up into the blue sky above me, the fullness of His presence comes flooding through.

In the blue sky there are no boundaries to limit my understanding of God. There is no limit to His abundance, just more layers of blue. It is through this that I am drawn into Him. Sucked into His vastness! And if I lie there in Him, slowly I can feel His absolute immenseness begin to flow into me.

Ever so slowly, the Holy Spirit permeates through my being until I become the sky and soar with Him through the Heavens. Here there are no boundaries to limit me being what I am meant to be – and that is why I garden with God.

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