The Simple Believers Truth

     Where are the words? The perfect words describing a first love.      Reflecting on that day, I was entertaining a pure fantasy, a sincere desire to find a loving heart at the ripe old age of four.      Picture this! Sun streaming through our summer vacation cabin windows while dust dances on the light beams hitting the windowsill. Flinging back the covers, I sat up on the edge of the bed wiping the night-time grit from the corners of my eyes. The smell of yesterday's bacon and eggs still permeating  the air of the cabin bedroom. I grabbed hold of my musty smelling socks sliding them over my shove-like feet. I slowly put on my shirt, pants, and shoes oh so gingerly, tiptoeing past my very comatose parents sprawled out on the hide-a-bed in the corner of the cabin.      I gently swung open the rickety old cabin door stepping down on to the wobbling porch steps one at a time. My destination was the old ramshackle fishing shack by the water's edge. Then lightning struck, invis

        Creation unwraps a glistening morning for all to see. Breathlessly, I am waiting with eagerness, ready to put pen to paper in simplicity of the written word. A magnificently wrapped gift, given by an all-loving Father. An onion peeled away day by day, translucent layer by translucent layer.      Time melts, moment unto moment. Steam swirls discipating into invisibility above my brown coffee cup clutched between my fingers. Peering through the streaked window, I watch a gnarly-knotted birch tree swaying in the gentle morning breeze. Smiling, I pause, catching a momentary glimpse of the morning creatures playfully dancing in the morning mist. No thoughts. How pure and perfect!      Morning after morning, evening unto evening, day and night, silent moments of reflection are my soul's exquisite comfort. A blanket of peace cloaks my shoulders with overwhelming calm. All is right, all is good when the Father guides his creation.      Intently, I watch. Night awakens as the day fa

  Thankful Thankfulness Who can object Who can oppose thoughts obey The disciples reflections The sun rises creation awakes anticipating the day speaking forth Father's truth in plain sight of his creatures Morning air flows through  waking the seminal senses Eyelids ascend skin meets skin  eyes behold dancing dust on golden rays Moment by Moment Father's watchful eyes gaze on  the overjoyed disciple The disciple reflects turning the faucet cool water streams through slender fingers The disciple possesses everything yet possesses nothing clutching lightly to life Which is his and is not The disciple's way guided by the Father's light falls not into darkness but joy flowing from the heart of his reflections Thankfulness relentlessly floods every inch, every fiber of the disciple The disciple delights in whispering wind wafting over skin Overwhelmed by all The disciple is thankful To his Creator

 He's Waiting The last breath Fleeting softly from my lips You slipped slowly from my body Then I felt It! The Peace beyond all understanding It is good! Very Good! All of life I waited You have come I am a tender lamb who has found his rest surrounded by your loving arms after the last breath. A Servant's Heart My heart speaks I must be less He must be more Saturating my being The Holy Spirit gives To all who ask The Holy Spirit knows our needs Needs given unto maturity Stripping off the stone Replaced with caring flesh Giving all Receiving little Maturity abounds As we pass through Experience teaches The disciple reflects On learning observed Providing understanding For future days Looking out Battling on Retreating Not From Others needs In the end A servant's heart Pure and clean.

 "Live in the moments of today for tomorrow holds no guarantee."     A Simple Phrase Have you ever taken this one to heart?        I believe that a majority in this world whether they are Christians or Non-Christians ever really do. My thoughts are that this phrase should encompass the idea of being thankful. I will lay out some of my thankful thoughts and after I have I would hope you would share some of yours in the comments section.     The first thought I am mindful of is my salvation. I am incredibly great full for the movement of the Holy Spirit in my heart over fifty years ago and his bringing me to a somewhat mature stage in my life today.     The moments of silence in the morning is one gift that I treasure so much. It is a time for meeting with God, my Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. I talk with them and express my heart. I pray for my family, friends, and others that come to mind.     Another is recognizing the importance of the simple phrase up above. The mome

               So, we are back on the road again exploring what it means to make Jesus our first love. I remember that we love because Jesus loved us enough to die for us on the cross. I know that the Holy Spirit lives in me. I'm so trying to understand more and more. I am not trying to make excuses. I am what I am. I am looking for help and understanding from other believers who might shed some light about coming back to our first love.     In this journey of life (I am now seventy years old), it has been a growing process of learning how to love God, our Father as well as Jesus the Son for I had a distant type of relationship with my earthly father. However, now, after many years reading the Bible, prayer, reflection, etc.., I am changing and seeking how to come to Jesus and love him more.       My Simple Prayer: Help me Jesus to treasure you more, to value you more, help me love you more.  Until next time, Love Pete

      So, it has been my intent to start this blog for quite a while now, but I have been dragging my feet. I believe that it has been mostly out of fear. However, I know that our Father is love and perfect love casts out fear. I want to be an encouragement to those who will be reading as well as desiring your encouragement too. So, I will be courageous and move forward trusting in the Father, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.     First, I wanted to describe my first love of Jesus in the beginning. I wasn't "On Fire" as some have said, or others saying, "I know the exact date I was born again!" Mine was a simple, childlike, and trusting faith yet, I felt distant from God. However, I believe that everyone's journey of coming to know Jesus is unique.     I have believed in Jesus for over fifty years now, and the honest truth is that I have struggled with ups and downs in the doubts department (saved/not saved, loved/not loved by the Father, etc..). Do you have strug