Susie’s Christmas Wish

A Father has been away, a child waits, the tree is dressed, and his heart is wide open. A friend calls, explains the Christmas presents he thinks he’s getting. The little boy listens, but in the back of his head, he has that Christmas yearning. His Mother has passed away, and his heart is needing, all he can think of is his Father. Granny is great, but she is no substitute for the real thing. His parents split up when he was three, and the boy only got to see his father occasionally. He speaks to his Christmas Fairy, he’s not naive, he’s young and he has a soul, the nurture of love has reaped dividends, he has great hopes. On his knees, he says his prayer before getting under the duvet, this is what he says.

“i know your busy and stuff, and there are many small children hungry, so if i make my request i will understand if you are too busy, but if you could grant me one wish, this it would be, actually, there would be three, but i will settle for this one, okay maybe two, hear goes”

An angel in the corner, listens, is moved to tears, a humble little child with an open heart, we need more of these. A Father is working overseas, he has no choice, there is no work at home. How will he get home in time for Christmas! The Father is a cleaner, does odd jobs, he is diligent, but his boss is very sticky with the rules. Christmas is a busy time of year, and the family needs it’s servants. The employer, a man of little faith, finds his servants wallet, it’s been left behind in a bathroom, the man is cleaning, it must have slipped out, he picks it up, when a picture falls out, of the little boy. It’s a smiling child, it reminds him of a grandchild he has lost himself, it brings tears to his face. He wipes them away but continues to cry. The time he could have spent with him, his grandchild, when he was working instead. He thinks of the servant, and immediately he makes a decision. He buys him a ticket and sends the man home, happy Christmas, amen.

If only there were more hearts like this sighs Solomon. amen.

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Missiles of Peace

Peace missiles, love bombs, and justice storms, just some of the tasks, that God Most High is busy organising, a reward for all those who cherish love, and support the vulnerable and young, and he’s a busy as santa, wrapping the hearts treasure, and pouring it out across the world, to receive a blessing, smile laugh and share, it’s the greatest delight of the heart, and it’s a permanent waterfall, makes the sun shine, and it brightens every day, pumping love is everyone’s job, let it flow this Christmas, amen, just like you do, thanksImage

THE lOVE TRAIL

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IMG_5757IMG_5755IMG_5758THIS IS A THREE PART STORY, I BROKE IT UP INTO THREE PARTS, LIKE ALL GOOD STORIES, IF YOU LIKE IT, PASS IT ON TO ALL YOU KNOW, I THINK IT IS IMPORTANT WE CHANGE MANY THINGS….

INTRODUCTION…..

Introduction

Part 1

The human race has fallen a long way short of the standard, to merit the positive intervention of the Divine. Some say, we have abandoned true faith in God Most High altogether, and replaced him with materialism, idol worship, and things, stuff as you call it. Faith meaning pure love, active belief, not armchair belief, but doing it. The rulers of the earth, those that currently control the fate of so many, be it through policy or the non enactment of policies that ought to be enacted, to them faith is an inconvenient truth. It’s only an opinion. But as the saying goes, you get out of the well what goes in. The heart being the well where the love is stored, is under constant stress.

When you act for the self all the time, meaning, the ego, the well dries up. You then struggle internally, and your will becomes victim to other influences. It’s why there is often a national out pouring of grief when someone of standing passes, not that it lasts. It’s why people over react during emotional and testing times, or go overboard as they say. It’s purely a release of the emotions they have been unable to deal with, cause they lost the ability to be empathic with themselves. Put another way, we have understanding of situations that need our intervention, but we shy away. We deaden ourselves a little more each time we do that. It’s why we are glad to leave it to charities to deal with the issues. It feels good that someone is doing it for us. Allows us to use the mind more freely, rather than the heart.

The heart can be smashed to pieces emotionally, while the mind can only be disturbed. It’s why soldiers going into battle zones are often medicated beforehand. They won’t cope well with all the brutality if in a normal state of mind. Why do Vietnam veterans, and so many others returning from war zones, have so many problems. We are not programmed to hurt, we are born to love, the polar opposite. The will of God Most High, is love.

The war zone issue raises the ugly issue of child rearing in the 21st century. How many children are going to grow up mentally normal today, very few indeed, unless there is a turnaround in the direction we are heading. While we may be heading in one direction, we should be going in the very opposite direction. So much for boy bands.

I had this dream twenty years ago, so did many others, of fighting my way through the crowd as they headed one way, while I struggled in the opposite direction. They were all falling into the sea, being led blind, the exact way things are today. Pornography is mainstream, idol worship too, second homes deemed a necessity by many, while others have no homes at all, not forgetting those that starve daily, this is factual, no one can question this reality. Saving the situation should be our goal.

TO BE CONTINUED………………….<a