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Trekking that 40-year desert trail lately?

Here’s a whisper I’m hearing today from the Father…

for me, and perhaps for you…

He has us covered in newly-budding promise…

Home at Last:

“You are no longer wandering exiles…

This kingdom of faith is now your home country.

You’re no longer strangers or outsiders. You belong here…

God is building a home.

He’s using us all—irrespective of how we got here—in what he is building.

He used the apostles and prophets for the foundation.

Now he’s using you, fitting you in brick by brick, stone by stone, with Christ Jesus as the cornerstone that holds all the parts together. We see it taking shape day after day—a holy temple built by God, all of us built into it, a temple in which God is quite at home.”

~Ephesians 2:19 (The Message)

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Lingering in the Afterglow of the 4th

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It’s always there in simple parade bands and homemade floats wending through quaint neighborhoods… reflected in the words and prayers and patriotic spirit of the people.

It shines in kaleidoscope lights flashing jewel radiance across the night sky…and  triumphant march notes on air.  Stirring the spirit to Majesty.

But most especially, I sense it high and lifted up each and every time I sing this song…  knowing The Glory of His Worshipful Presence by the lump these heartfelt, prayerful words and music rise in my throat:

While the storm clouds gather far across the sea
Let us swear allegiance to a land that’s free
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer

God bless America, land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
From the mountains, to the prairies

To the oceans white with foam
God bless America
My home sweet home

~ Irving Berlin

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May His Spirit stir hearts afresh with His Glory

like an ever growing breeze blowing far and wide across this country!

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A reblog post from 2014, originally titled “Happy 4th”

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When the Jacaranda Blooms…

Jacaranda trees along the road in Pretoria, South Africa  “She was so happy…yet sad…  She ought to be grateful.  She was grateful… If only something could happen now, this very minute, so that the war would be over…so that you could enjoy the beauty of the world without this burden of sadness…”

~  D. E. Stevenson, “Listening Valley” (set in WWII England)

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And now, it seemed… He’d sent her out walking through old familiar neighborhoods…on mmm, a short reconnaissance mission of sorts…

Trudging uphill in this place of long ago, she felt as though these past few months had morphed her into someone she barely recognized as self. Physically and emotionally spent. Short of temper. Missing home.

And that steady roar of traffic all round didn’t help! It seemed to be nipping at her heels, thrumming a beat inside her head. The only good thing was that she could steal a little time to hum and pray aloud here without fear of being overheard, or of looking like a crazed woman walking and talking to herself.  At least… she thought not.

She was circling her old junior high school now – heeding the call of the Spirit to lift up the anonymous students, teachers, even parents who peopled these halls today — when crinkled memories seemed to sweep up from the ball field, like papers blowing out of her old book bag (that hideous burlap one she’d ripped out stitches from, stitching and re-stitching again and again in sewing class), flying, escaping, to the fence.

They’re caught there in those iron holes,  she couldn’t help thinking, like those crunched up empty potato chip bags sticking through there now.  . . like a part of her that couldn’t fly free…

Memories of her twelve year old self racing out on that playing field to the jeers of the more sports-coordinated made her pray specifics for those kids out there these days, for His encouraging on their hopes and dreams, protection, healing, and wholeness of spirit… For kinder hearts, the end of bullying, joy in learning…

Looking ahead, the sidewalk hill she was on seemed impossibly steep.  But a sudden longing to find a spot of peace in the morning seemed to push her forward like a gentle hand upon her back.  She stood then at the top corner, gulping in deep breaths and scoping out her whereabouts.

Strange how one turnabout and all the cacophony of cars and fumes siphoned away.

Here, the sun spilled warm and soft, in and over white picket fences, much as the slow smile on a beloved face.  It dappled lightly on roses of stained glass hues and gently breezed upon the pretty homes that lay dreaming in the early day.  Twittering instruments sang from hidden perches amongst the treetops, leading her eye up and across the way and stealing her breath by the rare vision waiting there.

The Jacaranda tree, in full glory.  Graceful in limb and trunk, it wore its cloud of green and amethyst like a royal headdress, sending down purple blossom ribbons to carpet the pathway steps carved into the lawn.  It seemed to catch in her throat and hold her feet to place as she simply stood, pressing this beauty to mind and heart.

‘Morning!” greeted a bright voice of another, coming down the walk.  They were two alone in a live painting, she thought, smiling and returning the hello.

Funny how a single ray of beauty sets one’s wings free, she reveled all the way back…

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A Happy Father’s Day thought — :)

Our Father in Heaven loves you (and me) just as much as He loves Jesus!

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When you are storm weary…

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When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Silence! Be still!” Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm.

~ Mark 4:39 New Living Translation

“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen,” laments an old spiritual.  “How long, O Lord?” cry the storm-weary of the Bible, time and again.  Just so, my own heart has been stuck like a needle on vinyl these many months.   Enough of the storms, Lord, I plead.  Every time a breather seems to come, an even stronger whirlwind rises … Where is the peace?

Meditating on this verse, though, He whispers action hope and opens my eyes anew.  I’ve always interpreted this scene as Jesus moving as only God can do.  We can’t command storms to cease as He did, can we?  Or…um… is that exactly what Jesus is showing us by example to do?  Didn’t He say He was sending the Holy Spirit to move all the more through us when we speak the Word in His Name?

And so, I find a fresh prayer bubbling  forth…

Lord , as you spoke rebuke to the storm at sea, I rebuke this seemingly unending line of attacking storms in my own life —  in your name.   Peace!  Enough! Be Still!   I hear you in my spirit , urging your children  to know and take up our spiritual armor- you gave us authority to speak and declare your Word into being, just as you did.   It is time for the winds to die down, you whisper.  You gave us authority not to just hold our heads and moan, but to stand up in your power and might behind us.   In your name, Jesus, I follow you and speak out over every part of my life –    Come great calm!

(I’m still away from the blog,  caregiving for my dad, but thought I’d try an experiment in blogging on a library computer today.  Very… slow … going.  Inchworm, really.  So guess this will just be a brief devotion I felt Him leading upon my heart.  Maybe for you too… ? )  

© Pam Depoyan

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When you are in between what once was home and now is…

Royalty Free Stock Photo: Church Stained Glass Window Light, England. My days and thoughts are blurring a lot right now between two places I call home.  Needing to be there for my dad in hospital, taking care of urgent and necessary business on my own home turf and – most of the time – unfortunately NOT having access to computers.  I’ve missed blogging here… and more, enjoying and catching up with many of yours. I’m hoping to squeeze in a fresh post or two in the next several days while my computer is handy… but in the meantime, I’ve been thinking a lot about the Lenten Vespers series I began last year in this season… many of which centered around some of the most uplifting music of praise to soar our hearts with everyday Resurrection Hope!  I want to soak myself again in His Truth in these… and thought I would invite you to revisit them again too (or perhaps, if you are new here, to enjoy for the first time!)

Simply click on each of these to read…  I pray they breeze His Peace and Grace,  Light and Joy to you in whatever ways you may be needing a fresh touch of His Hand on yours right now!     

  1. Lenten Vespers
  2. Seeds in our hands
  3. Sowing Joyful Expectation
  4. When March is scarcely here…
  5. His Good Treasure
  6. Misty Spring Harbingers and Sweet Arpeggios
  7. How Excellent Is His Name
  8. Lamb of God, Love of God
  9. Song for this Holy Tuesday
  10. He calls you…friend…
  11. Let us break bread together
  12. Candlelight…and Hope of Glory
  13. a Sabbath Blessing for you
  14. We His Bride…

© Pam Depoyan

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Bells of Ireland and Smilin’ Irish Eyes

Originally posted on Writing... Apples of Gold:

Top o’ the Mornin’ to Ye!

Mmmm... how this photo taken in the Emerald Isle  fills me up with the glory of God’s creative beauty!  A bit o’ heaven on this earth!

It makes me want to jump into it like Mary Poppins on a jolly holiday, roam those roads, drink in the color and charm, find a rainbow, set up my easel and try to capture it with oils…

Like England, Ireland has long held loveliness for me… quaint stone cottages, rolling hills a shade of green deeper than deep, sheep dotting the landscape, pathways leading to mysterious places of beauty…  This is a land I’d love to visit, drink long cuppas of tea with fresh baked scones and clouds of clotted cream, take to heart the stories of the people, sit on a low stone wall and dream… sing of cockles and sweet Molly Malone…

And stroll…

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Need A Smile?

scan0003    I’ve been having fun trying my drawing hand at baby portraits this past week, using photos as my models…  And I’m finding, nothing makes me smile in the midst of harried moments as much as these!  How can you not burst into a grin when looking at such pure and innocent joy on these cherub faces!

Soooo…. I thought I’d post this one as an early Valentine to all of you.  (And if you really need an extra smile or two today, there are a few more on my  pen & ink HOME PORTRAITS page, under “Baby Portraits,” though I wish you could see them in person… these scans are not picking up all the shading which really adds dimension.)

SPECIAL NOTE

        Due to some unexpected commitments,                                                                       I’m going to have to take a small blog break  here… 

Missing Valentine’s Day here too  :(    

But I hope to share more of your month of valentines after the break!  

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May your mornings, noons and nights  be as full of morning glory as the light I see in this child’s delight!

Happy Early Valentines!

P.S.  During this brief break…I invite you to browse other February years of posts (you can find them on the Archives month category to the right of my blog) for more valentines from me!  Or any other category that piques your interest!

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© Pam Depoyan

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