Thanksgiving Eve

What, ever , is Meaningless? 

Nothing. I dont believe in coincidence. I believe in the Plan-God.

 Tonight, Thanksgiving Eve, is always a Wednesday. And Wednesday is ALWAYS youth groop in my family. Homework or not. Busy or not. It is mandatory. It is a reflex. It is a breath for the middle of my family's week. We NEED it, because we ALWAYS need more of God and sanctified fellowship. Last year on Thanksgiving Eve, it was just Sidecake (my sister) and I with our youth pastor and his wife in that room with the multichromatic grey-black-white room smitten with chalk. 

So tonight, all one- two- three- nine of us were seeking Him. Deepest night of the year, closest night of the year. Most wonderful youth groop each year. Daring each other to be thankful and write down 50 things we were thankful for each day, from today to next Wednesday. A friend suggested these numbers from my Eucharisteo journal.

1) Butter on small eyebrows

20) Funny teacher's response

993) Waiting outside of church, "Centuries" comes on

8) Big sisters flying to catch stray balloons

808) Life Hack #1: Know God

These numbers. Just the beginning of 1000 gifts. 1000 things I see, find the hand of the Moment God in. Like a love dare, but this one is a thanks dare. A joy dare. 

        I want to get to 10,000. 

                                                 10,000 thank-yous.

                                                                                   10,000 reasons. 

I dare you to write fifty things you are thankful for. Just today. Right now. Find them in one sitting. You certainly have enough to be thankful for, and if you don't have the time to be thankful for them, then you have no right to have them.

That is a dare for you. 

Today, I am thankful for :

1. Depression fought weak. 
2. Humility stinging deep
3. and Dorcas' ring Cor. 
4. As her eyes searched 
5. and Club's mind seekd
6. both they to disprove the secular
7. and make it sacred;
8. moment like a beat
9. pounded percussion sazzle
10. deep wood-box banging truth
11. and worship for few 
12. ascribing depth to shallow
13. Mockingjay and Krampus
14. because we know there is more more
15. deep down far once a year 
16. into the one little flake of snow falling only heere and NOT EVER there
17. and those Diamonds are only hidden, 
18. not destroyed
19. on Thanksgiving eve 
20. we hunters of the dawn
21. during the redsky blizzard 
22. outside and inside and around heere world
23. only to end in that Hebel 
24. which brings back around to that one circle swirl
25. much like those leaves fighting brooms
26. and spinning centrifugal childish
27. assaulting Child-boy to work into tears
28. Because it is stronger
29. to be a woman with grace
30. rather than force
31. eating our words, 
32. humble pie mouthfuls
33. Seeking first in dawn
34. new mercy light shimmering bold soft
35. and i am a child of it.
36. "Those whose joy is morning sun
37. and those suffering through the night"
38. Daughter of the Morning
39. And those cracks in the tile floor
40. offset by ceiling beams
41. lovingly grouted and lovingly grounded
42. to try our patience
43. never wood
44. always sponge-knees and squeak-bleach
45. as we clean the dust from the low
46. we become low Dust
47. as He was, and joy comes 
48. for in the low, we see Him
49. Like Manatees from Mannatech boxes delivered
50. we are New Creations morningly: Children of the Dawn.

Unite and Fight

Time to stop the disease.

It's not just France who suffers.

Get over the differences.

There is a heart to this problem.

Don't let it be you.

Time for a cure for the world's cancer.

My Favorite Things

Flying can happen in more ways than one. 

Cup of Joy

                    My all-time fifth favorite book, (#1: Bible  #2:Peter Pan #3:One Thousand Gifts, #4: Great Expectations), 

"MY FATHER'S DRAGON"

         is a delightful little children's book. The main character, known as "My Father", one day takes home a stray alley tomcat, adopting it as his own. He brings it home against his snappy mother's wishes and keeps it for a time. The cat tells My Father of a way to possess a dragon all his own if he goes on a certain adventure; the cat prepares the boy for an adventure that seems surrealistic. 

Today, like My Father, I brought home and adopted a certain older-sister who not only tells me of similar adventures, but also prepares me for the ultimate adventure: LIFE .

       

    Her trademark lies below. 

Earl Grey

Shadow

By D. L.

The Shadow of the Most High

Though Dark and Valley Nigh

Will cover us unto the end

As we His will comply.

Yes suicide

Yes controversy

All In the name of Christ

We battle long and answer all

With “YES”, for He suffice.

Strains dark in Shadows deep

His Hand blocks out the sun

In Silent Hark, His palms keep

Our Hope fixed on the Son.

Day draws into Night’s froid

We seldom remember light

Though our faces tell of battles won

We fix our hearts on nothing right

Losing former

Which was made

Beloved by our hands

Until all fells

Like leafy spells

The barrenness of our lands.

Without a Loyal

Without a Breath

We persist existence gone

Yet screaming mercy

For our own death

Cheating defeated song

But the Bride awaits

And Her eyes burn

Heavy with sorrowed time

Until He comes

Not on a knee

Maranatha, cry with me

This Dance forever will be mine. 

Hunted Poem

NOW

By Daryin Lieder

Tomorrow begs for today

And today yearns yesterday

Today rebukes the time gone past

But praises the glories which have

Not yet

-and never yet-

will come,

Tomorrow is never today,

Yesterday was tomorrow

And tomorrow is today.

The bitter disappointments of today

Are the result of yesterday’s

Desiring a better tomorrow.