I am often struck by the words evoked in dreams. As a words person they often remain long after the content of the dream has become a blurry recollection. A few nights ago I had a dream after which the words resonated throughout the day and so, of course, it was time to write!

The Reader

Last night I had a scrambled and yet vivid dream which

enticed me into staying enveloped in my clammy sheets for

an hour beyond my normal rising.

As is often the case with dreams, many of the intricate details already escape me apart from the part in which I was told by a cameo role, that I am: “The Reader”.

And this intrigues me.

For the majority of my life I have been fascinated by the energy and mannerisms of people, digesting them from cover to cover with insatiable curiosity.

What particularly fascinates me…

Sometimes we go through,
seasons of fainting . . .
when worldly catastrophes
leave us anxiously panting.

For all around us we see,
disorder of every kind
messing with the peace
in our heart and mind.

Sometimes we go through,
seasons of weariness . . .
when earthly calamities
fill us with restlessness.

For every where we turn,
we see the destruction
that evilness brings
when under its seduction.

Sometimes we go through,
seasons of trepidation . . .
but we who believe in Jesus
are free of apprehension!

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Proverbs 24:10

If thou faint in the day
of adversity,
thy strength is small.

John 16:33

These things I have spoken
unto you, that in me ye might
have peace. In the world ye
shall have tribulation:
but be of good cheer;
I have overcome the world.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD

If there is one thing that the last two years have taught me it is: appreciate what you have. Immense joy can be found in the appreciation of the gifts of the here and now and today’s poem is all about seizing the moment. What are you most grateful for today?

Enlightenment

I used to go to far flung lands

so as my truth to find

Each trip would make my heart expand

and stimulate my mind

I used to seek myself elsewhere

Half-hoping with each flight

that I’d discover something rare

and bottle what excites

Into the future I’d project

imagined buzz and thrill

What I made up had the effect

of seeming it was real

and I’m so glad, it’s not half bad

to go on all these journeys

Yet there is so much to be had

in what’s right here, I’m learning

We are not all our…

Sometimes my eagle wings,
get fatigued and weary . . .
especially when this world
seems so grim and dreary.

But I know I will not faint,
nor give up the flight
as long as God remains
my strength and guiding light.

Sometimes my eagles wings,
get tattered and ripped
especially when my freedoms
from me are being stripped.

But I’m determined to fly,
against the resistance
for I know to endure I need
the wings of persistence.

Daily my eagles wings,
need to be renewed . . .
so I pray to the Lord
give me the fortitude!

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Isaiah 40:31

But they that wait upon the Lord
shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings
as eagles; they shall run, and
not be weary; and they shall walk,
and not faint.

Matthew 24:13

But he that shall endure
unto the end, the same
shall be saved.

Leyte, Oct. 1944

20 October – the X and XXIV Corps of the 6th Army, under General Krueger, made their amphibious landing on a 25-mile (40 km) stretch of coastline between Dulag and Tacloban on the eastern side of Leyte.

At 0945, the 1st Cavalry went ashore on White Beach, the 24th Infantry Division went on their left at Red Beach and the 96th Infantry Division landed further south on Orange and Blue Beaches.  They all moved inland for about a mile, hitting stiffer resistance as they went.

MacArthur observing the beach at Leyte

The 7th Infantry Division at Violet and Yellow Beaches had the lightest opposition, but Dulag was taken by the following day.  MacArthur described the view he witnessed from the flag bridge of the USS Nashville:

“Landings are explosive once the shooting begins and now thousands of guns were throwing their shells with a roar that…

There is nothing better than a good old stroll in the forest and the Jura is a particularly relaxing place to walk it has to be said! On Saturday, Android and I took the opportunity to stretch our legs and get a break from the screen and it did us good!

In other news, we launched season 3 of our podcast yesterday and in the first episode (episode 46 can you believe it?!) Migena interviews me on the topic of Authenticity. You can tune in here and I would love to hear what you think ❤️

Bonfol Bound

It was a peaceful, weekend stroll

Down in the Jura, to Bonfol

Through magic forest and damp logs

Saw butterflies and baby frogs

The air was humid, tree roots thick

Our pace was not what you’d call quick

And fellow walkers seldom glanced

As we walked parallel to France

A chance to…

Complete surrender,
not my strength, but His
yielded absolutely
not my will, but His.

Humble obedience,
not my flesh, but His
perfect compliance
not my spirit, but His.

Fully submitted,
not my control, but His
resigned utterly
not my desires, but His.

Completely yielding,
not my wants, but His
entirely devoted
not my pleasures, by His.

Complete surrender,
not my life, but His
thoroughly in love . . .
now that my heart is His!

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Romans 12:1

I beseech you therefore,
brethren, by the mercies
of God, that ye present
your bodies a living
sacrifice, holy, acceptable
unto God, which is your
reasonable service.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2021
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the GLORY ~