Mocha, Mocha!!

I am so sorry for the delay in posting.  I realize it has been a very long time; however, I have been dealing with some health issues and other personal concerns.   Although, I wanted to introduce you all to the newest member of our family, who, though not registered, has turned into a service dog for me and my Type 1 diabetes.   Should I not get up when the alarm clock goes off, Mocha is there to make sure that I do get up.  God Bless Her!  She is now 11 months old, and we adopted her about a month ago from Action for Animals in Latrobe, Pennsylvania.  They are a wonderful organization and train and take very good care of their animals.  I would be amiss if I did not give them a shout out.   She gets along well, o.k. mostly well, with my two cats, also 11 months old, Felix and Oscar whom  you might remember from the summer when we first go them.  Mocha's picture is shown below.  Thank you for your patience and understanding. I pray you keep coming back and that you all start posting some feed back and having some conversations with me.  God Bless!

(His) tory

(His) tory

Crumbled and Crinkled,

Thrown far from home,

Wrinkled and Wrung Out,

Removed,

From an Element,

All My Own.

Comfort,

Over-rated,

Peace,

Understated,

Told to have Courage,

Let go of All Fear,

To Love and Protect,

All I Hold Dear.

But Courage is more,

So much More,

Than Strength and Bravado;

It is Realizing,

The truth of His power,

And the power of His love,

Which Overcomes,

The spirit of fear,

It is His Spirit,

That Guides You,

Making Life worth Living,

And calling Him near.

While fear,

Unholy,

Imprisons and Grounds;

It is once you have journeyed,

In Grace,

In Spirit,

And In Truth,

That His Wisdom,

Confounds,

His Life,

Renews.

The Elderly,

Return,

To Their Glory,

Of Youth.

Restored,

Rejoined,

To Soaring Heights. 

Now all Realize,

Fear,

Has Lost its Sight.

To open one’s Pages,

For Your Place,

In (His) tory.

To embrace,

His Most Generous,

Gesture,

Of Love,

To Purify,

And Bring glory,

Engaged and United,

In Most Holy of Matrimonies.

Pre-nup,

Uncontested,

Joint-Heir,

Most Invested.

Heaven’s Gates,

Have Been Opened,

The Steeds are Prepared,

The Army is marching,

Stand far from Their Glare.

Their coming to gather,

All Far,

And all near,

His Chosen and Grafted,

Each one He holds dear,

To bring them all Home.

Their Father awaits them,

His Best Table is Set,

In the Midst of their Foes,

The Call has been met,

The Celebration is ready to go. 

As we gather and eat,

Let us raise our glass,

To Jesus our King,

Don’t let this moment pass,

Not from me,

Dear Jesus,

Let Me Recline,

Beside you at the table,

To Listen and Dine.

Always and Forever,

“Praise to the King,”

You can hear the worship,

As Eternity Sings.

Crinkled and Crumbled,

Wrinkled Made Straight,

I open my pages,

Not long to wait,

For the Master Scribner,

To fill completely,

Each Line.

My story,

(His) tory,

Now Intertwine.

The Ending,

I will Not Give You,

Though Its Finish,

You Know.

For you are the Next Chapter,

In this novel still writing,

This story foretold,

So many more chapters,

Yet to be written,

Bound together,

With Trinity’s thread.

Our Author,

Our Finisher,

Our Beginning,

And End.

I look forward to reading,

Each,

And Everyone,

As we share story time,

With Heaven’s Own Son.

As they did long ago,

On that beautiful Mount,

A story of truth,

From Truth Himself.

So as we gather,

Our focus now fixed,

On the teller of Truth,

This author of Life,

Let’s listen,

And embrace,

His creative remix,

Of our stories all submitted,

Told as though for the very first time,

And follow along,

Line by glorious line.

We will sit,

And we will hear,

As He weaves,

As He tells,

For all will be silent,

Even those bound in hell.

Heaven now rejoices,

In this harmony created,

As with angels we raise our voices,

Completely elated.

For time and eternity,

Exist only in Him,

As this novel unfolds,

No light will go dim,

But shine bright as the sun,

Forever burning,

As the story begins,

Each heart is yearning,

For phrases in red,

Bound up in gold,

All has been opened,

As Prophets foretold.

Jesus...

“Shh, He speaks...”

Every ear now inclines,

As His sweet melody penetrates,

Deep,

His anointing generates,

As Words begin to leap,

Rising off of every page,

Moving and Living,

As though on a stage,

His voice ever so animating,

Flowing as though in rhyme,

Ever so soothing,

As we settle in,

Ready and anticipating,

At the feet of the Master,

Line by glorious line.

Written By:  Marlena H. Johnston, ©2012

Snowflakes Video

You have all read it, now give it a listen by clicking on the link below - the video is a little dark but I thought that it added to the reading of the poem.  This is my poem Snowflakes, read by none other than this little flake herself.  I pray that it blesses all my other flakes out there.  God Bless!!!
Marlena


http://youtu.be/B4ByHYhSELQ

Snowflakes

Snowflakes 

Individual soldiers,

Uniquely crafted and designed,

With warming breath,

Their frosty hearts,

And frozen minds,

Unwind.

Rigid in appearance,

Captivating they form.

Alone they seem small,

Without pomp and circumstance,

United they stand,

Together they cover,

Divided they fall,

As if to hover,

Just above the terra, they float,

Gently steering this crystal boat.

Cold and chilling to the touch,

They very well may be,

Their powers,

However,

Abound,

To drive out misery.

He created each one,

He created all,

For joyous praise,

And dance of pleasure.

Some retain them,

As if discovering buried treasure.

Yet their life is short,

Not long for this earth,

And though they may fade,

As if to pass away,

They will return anew,

A timely rebirth.

For their time away,

Their absence,

A fondness it creates,

For us to resume in unbridled joy,

Until Christmas once again returns,

They impatiently wait,

As they did long ago,

For the birth of a babe in that new fallen snow.

That humbled baby boy,

Who once held heaven’s seat,

He still holds today,

This Master and Commander,

A lost world came to save.

Each one reminds us of His love first given,

The Reason for the Season,

Our reason for living,

And of our own uniqueness,

Prayer Warriors,

Solitude Apart,

But also of our journey together,

United in His heart.

To sorrow their passing,

A brief night is all,

Rejoice old and newly fallen,

With each sunrise that rises,

Eternity to call,

Let it snow,

Dear Jesus,

Let each fragile flake fall,

Warm us with each life giving breath,

As we safely land,

Far from the grip of death,

Heaven our home,

Eternity to call,

As one by one,

With Sonrise we say,

“Forever we praise you,”

Each day,

Is Christmas,

Each day,

Is Resurrection Day!

Written by Marlena H. Johnston, ©2011

"That's What Christmas is All About."

Just a reminder to everyone to have a Charlie Brown, Peanuts, moment this Christmas because as Linus said it best, "That's what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown."  Let's all have our revelation, our Charlie Brown moment, of Grace wrapped in swaddling clothes, growing, maturing, loving, performing miracles, giving life and restoring us all to life again.   Because folks, "That's what Christmas is all about."  Merry Christmas!

Blessed with Hot Water Again...Praise Jesus!

Hey all, just a quick update in the midst of a busy holiday season...we are back in the heat of things again.  We have been blessed with good friends who helped us get a hot water tank.  Praise the Lord!  You never know what your missing until its gone. Thanks for all your prayers!  God Bless You!

Sincerely,
Marlena

More posts to come in the near future... :)

Hot Water Tank Woes...

Hello all, so sorry to not have written in a while but the loss of my dog really through me for a loop and there just have been all kinds of issues.  Right now, my family and I have the hot water tank woes. So this Thanksgiving holiday should be a lot of fun.  :-)  But the Word of God states that we should be thankful in all things, NOT FOR BUT IN ALL THINGS, because the LORD God Almighty is with us.  He is Emmanuel and He is with us. So we are thankful for Jesus's presence as we await His provision. In this holiday season, with all  of the hussel and bussel, never forget His presence and wrap yourselves in His peace, His Comfort and Joy!

God Bless You!

Marlena

Photo Courtesy of Marchiano Ministries, The Gospel According to Matthew film, The Wonder of His Heart Book of Testimonies, and Nancy Posey (artist).