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