Beyond This World

Many wonderful years ago I dreamed of a land – a land filled with the magic of lovely fields of flowers and castles overflowing with country gentlemen and elegant ladies with satin gowns and upswept hair held in place with diamond hair pins and flowing satin ribbons.  Where is this land?  How do I arrive at such a place?  In dreams?  Ahh!  Surely a place exists beyond this realm where streets are gold and gates are of pearl and walls are adodrned with many precious gems.  I’ve never been there, yet it feels familiar.  Perhaps it’s my run-away imagination, yet a part of me senses it is a very real place.  Yes!  I know it is real, and I can sometimes feel its presence ever so near.  Once I even reached out to touch the gate, but it was an illusion.  You see, He is the gate and I know Him.  He will grant me entry when at last I say farewell to this world.  The glory of it all is too much to imagine, yet I shall see Him face to face.  Jesus – beyond this world!

New Day

As summer wanes away, I stare at my favorite fuzzy blanket and find comfort in knowing that when the wind blows and the snow falls here in Indiana, my good old blanket is available.  Right now I’m getting ready to go to church which I do every Sunday – I’m lovin’ Jesus.  In fact yesterday I actually got to pray for a woman in the cheese aisle at Kroger’s.  Her granddaughter came up to me (did’t know her) and told me her grandmother had cancer.  That was my alert.  I asked if I could pray with the lady, and she was just so happy to have someone to pray for her, so it was me and the lady and the granddaughter and Jesus in the cheese aisle at Kroger’s.  Wow!  It was a supernatural moment, and somehow the three of us seemed to be removed from all of the Kroger’s throng and temporarily placed in some foreign land.  Who knows what really happened in that moment?  Only God.  Well, I’m off to church and leaving a blouse on my sewing table that needs to be finished, and flannel fabric that needs cut into blocks for a rag quilt, and ebay items strewed about just waiting to be listed or photographed.  My house appears to be a perpetual yard sale, so I just wade my way through and praise the Lord that I’m still able to walk through this junk.  Later!

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