Tuesday, October 20, 2015



     Gross Darkness

Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee.  For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people; but the Lord shall arise upon thee, and His glory shall be seen upon thee.
Isaiah 60:1-2

Though to Israel is
this promise written,
In my heart,
I hear it
also given
to us who
are grafted in,
saved from all sin,
Blood bought and
washed white.
Though the darkness
be terrible
We need not
be fearful
Gross darkness aside,
I am part of
His bride
Holy and pure
Set to endure
Whatever may
come
I am clothed
with The Son,
Come,
 shine with me
kneeling at
Calvary's tree.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Look Up--Look to Jesus!



     Sometimes it feels as though we are sitting on a powder keg, not knowing when it will blow but certain it will.   That is the world we live in.  
      I wrote awhile back about seeing men bowing to OBama during a 1908 news conference.  It was immediately taken away from sight---no doubt a mistake by the camera man.  Over the years I mentioned this incident to others but no one else saw it.  Till now. My husband's son, Mike, saw it and also a friend of his.  They didn't realize the significance, but both thought it was very strange.
     Strange indeed.  As far as I am concerned, that one thing is enough to give us notice we are in deep trouble as a nation.  That we are so blind to have elected OB should give us a clue. I won't list the depraved and wicked things we accept as normal.  I don't believe there is any stopping this disaster in progress----we are too far gone.   I only pray for folks to look to Jesus!   He is our only hope.   
     Look up!    Seek the Lord Jesus while there is still time!

























Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Encouragement in Wicked Times


             This is such a good article, I can't resist sharing it.   I am trying to strike a balance in my own thought life.  I fluctuate from extreme agitation and worry over the state of the world down to a numbness that shuts it all up in an emotional neutrality that leaves me wondering if I care enough!   I ask Father God to give me His love for the lost world because I seem to be empty of any compassion or hope for the human race at times, especially when saturated with the news stories and the depravity that abounds everywhere.    These days wear me out and I am tired.    I am so glad for Jesus!   In Him I live and move and have my being--He is my everything.





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By Judi McLeod  February 1, 2015  

In a world gone digital,  life on earth’s much more a stage now than it was when William Shakespeare penned his immortal lines:
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”
The main difference today is that common man has become the captive audience who finds it all but impossible to escape the never-ending parade of politicians weaving in and out of every day life in instantaneous, never-ending digital form.
Politicians of the day seize each and every opportunity to come before the camera.  They’re always there waxing sympathetic when someone famous passes away or when a catastrophe hits the masses claiming, straight-faced that all of their “thoughts and prayers” are with the grieving loved ones.
All but the incurably gullible know by now that the empty words of today’s politicians, their photo ops, their endless ‘selfies’ do zilch to ease broken hearts or make life any easier for the masses.
There’s only one way to blot the politicians out of your vision and that’s by making your way back to the light and the truth in spite of them.
People are discouraged that they must somehow get through two more years of an upside-down world with the man who caused it still in power, making it seem like forever.

Surviving the next two years in an upside-down world will mean rising above it

Surviving the next two years in an upside-down world will mean rising above it, and getting as close as possible to the Creator.
You—and only you—can propel yourself there and no one can stop your purposeful mental flight to the Almighty. 
Rather than caving in to despair, get ready to take flight.  Take steady aim and rise above it.  Know that the only map for escape comes through constant prayer.  Follow bloodhound-like the trail and stick to it as closely as you would the Star of Bethlehem.
Let no one divert you or take you off track.  Yours is a one man one woman mission that needs neither cheerleader nor audience to take you to the state of mind where you need to be.
Ignore all negative doubts that it can’t be done.  Life on earth, the Valley of Tears, is only a journey towards a salvation already bought and paid for by the Savior.
The Earth, the universe belong not to the politicians but to the Creator.  The only harm that will ever come your way, is the harm He allows to come to you.
The ways of the Lord have always been mysterious.  While evil forces in the visible world threaten to collapse all that is good,  the invisible one is always at work holding it up.
It is true that He never sends you anything you can’t handle.
Fly high.  Fly to the home in your heart and soul with the precision of a homing pigeon.
If you want to survive until reaching January 2017, get ready to take mental flight.
You don’t need a passport or an airline ticket.  All you need to get where you need to be is a steady resolve.
Stop sweating the little things that bring on useless bickering.  Don’t let petty disagreements and arguments sideline you from the main battle.
Don’t let anxiety and threats from worldly politicians mark your time on earth.  Let the sun, the moon and stars mark your time.  Be fully aware and grateful from whence the changes of the season come.  Take notice and rejoice when the robins start landing on your window sill again.
Let nothing untoward disturb you.  Turn away from the static of the television and radio.  Tune in to the messages that count the most, the ones sent in silence to your heart.
While the world is chattering all around you, let your talk be one of fervent prayer.
There are demons roaming the world, but assigned angels like the one at your side, never roams and stays right there with you.
The world is brimful of fools and knaves and always will be.  Predators come and go in every generation and will always continue to claim high office. 
Go about getting up and away from the man in the White House now and all the misery he’s spreading with the same kind of stubborn resolve he uses to get in his next round of golf.
Do not trust in the promises of politicians, trust in yourself and salvation.
Make your spiritual survival, not the corporal one, the one that matters most.
Don’t give up on hoping for a better outcome of a besieged America, just as you would never give up on yourself or your loved ones.  All things in life on Earth pass, including the day of the despot.
You, and not the despot, is eternal.
No matter how defiant the boasts about doing away with America get; no matter how many thousands of times the mainstream media repeat the threat, Obama cannot destroy America, he can only wreak havoc upon it.
When you get to the other side of 2017, there will always be something left, no matter how tattered, to build on.
As wicked men continue to plunge the world into darkness, light a candle in your soul, and never look back toward the darkness.
By lighting the candle in your heart, the darkness will never completely envelop you.
Even in the midst of the trash heaped on every day life by the current pop culture, give the gory a pass and search out the Godly.
Never give up hope for a better day.  That’s what the enemy is hoping you’ll do.
Butterflies flutter, birds take wing, gentle breezes ruffle the green leaves of summer, all winters are followed by spring without the decree or permission of politicians.
No howling wind, no evil whisper can blow out the candle you light in your own soul, where it remains steadfast unless you yourself snuff it out.
Natural law gifted you with instinct radar.  Use that radar to find the good and use it to fly clear over the heads of self-serving squabbling politicians and cable television’s non-stop talking heads.
Ebola and Bird Flu are not going to get you, taxes are not going to break you, and not even ISIS is going to fell you.
The United Nations has been churning out dire warnings on upcoming killer pandemics since the days of your great grandfather.  You are not going to die until it is your time.
Stop complaining about the weather.  It passes like the seasons and always has.  Like the song says “let your smile be your umbrella”.
You don’t need the permission of any government to trust in the Lord.
Avoid propaganda and it will ultimately die the death that inevitably comes from falling on deaf ears.
Close your ears to all bigots.  You’ve known what’s right and what’s wrong ever since grade school.
Mind your own business.  Maintain a healthy skepticism about what is truth and what are falsehoods.
Sleep in your own bed, and let night prayers be your last words of every passing day.  Share whatever you can with others.
Do only what would make your mother proud.  Be kind to all around you, even if the only kindness you can afford to give is a smile or an encouraging word.
Live today as if it is your last, a habit that ensures you are on the right road along life’s long and arduous journey.
Two years is not forever.  Don’t let Obama, who,  after all is really only a figment of his own imagination,  make it so.




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Judi McLeod is an award-winning journalist with 30 years’ experience in the print media. A former Toronto Sun columnist, she also worked for the Kingston Whig Standard. Her work has appeared on Rush Limbaugh, Newsmax.com, Drudge Report, Foxnews.com, and Glenn Beck.

Friday, January 16, 2015

This old world is not my home---just passing through!



     The words of that old song seem to be always on my mind these days.  Every time I hear of a tragedy (small or large) I think of when there will be no more tears.  Every time I glimpse a ugly picture on  TV or see the filth that seems normal to most folks these days, I long for the purity of heaven.  I long to be where there is no more hate and anger.   I long to be relieved of the heavy burden of sinfulness that sucks us down into the depths of despair.  I hate all that is not of God in me.  I don't want any dreams, thoughts, or impulses that are carnal.  Oh, Father, in You only am I free.  Self is an idol that keeps us from serving God with all our minds, hearts and souls.  Prayer is my lifeline connected to my only hope---Jesus Christ.  In Christ I live, move and have my being! 
     Persecution of Christians is a gathering storm in this earth in these days.  I pray for all persecuted that they will not deny the Lord Jesus in any way--that persecution will cause them to be overcoming saints who will hear Father God say, "Well done, My good and faithful servant."  Father, fill them with Your courage, Your strength, Your love, Your forgiveness even for their persecutors!  Turn their fear into Your faith that they may endure whatsoever they need to.  Lord, persecution is coming to America.  Prepare us, Your people, to lean upon You, trust You, and love You through it all.
     This blog is a rambling string of words today.  I don't get access to the internet too often with my computer and my phone is too difficult to use to post anything--- the keyboard is too-too little.
     Someday soon it will be going home time.  Lord, I am looking forward to all that You have prepared for Your children.  I love You, Jesus.  I love You, Father God, and I love You sweet Holy Spirit.  I don't understand the trinity and so many things about You.  Indeed, I see through a glass darkly but I will trust You and seek Your face while I have breath!


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Time is Short!

     I was only three when WWII began.  I remember black-out curtains on our windows, rationing, news reels, and my grandpa hushing us kids when he was listening to static laced news reports on the radio.   I remember clutching coins in my grimy little hand to buy stamps at school.   If I remember rightly, we would eventually have enough stamps to fill a book: then with enough books,  we'd get a war bond. War bonds helped win the war, we were told, along with not wasting anything and eating everything on our plates at supper, because the kids in Europe were hungry!
      I remember seeing lots of men in uniform, especially at the bus station in Miami.     A memory of seeing women in uniform is still vivid.  Seeing the WACs, WAVES, and other gals in the military inspired me.  I think its partly why I joined the WACs when I was finished with high school. 
      Of course the war was finally ended after the A-bombs were dropped in Japan.  It was terrible but my mom and grandpa said it saved many more lives than would have been lost during an invasion. 
     Thus, the atomic age was born.  It has cast a shadow ever since.  The children growing up since then have always had the possibility of nuclear war hanging over their heads.  Bomb shelters became popular.  We had "take cover" drills in school.  We knew there were tests going on in Pacific islands, desert places, and in underground caverns far-far away.  The mushroom cloud hung ominously over our fearful thoughts.   The "Cuban Crisis"  came and went without the worst happening.  I was a young single mother at that time, more worried about how to pay the rent than war. 
     In the back of my mind, though, the thought of a possible nuclear war has lurked.   Disarmament and the political plays of nations don't really mean a whole lot.  I don't fear it as I probably should--at least not for myself.  I am old. I know Jesus.  I'm not afraid of death.  Not my own. 
     I fear for others---for the millions who will be swept into hell because they know not The Way, The Truth, The Life----Jesus Christ.    I truly believe we will have a nuclear war in the next few years.  I believe it is to be a part of the end-time scenario because Jesus is coming soon!
     Oh, Father God, save the lost ones.  Raise up workers for the harvest because the time is short.  Purify Your Church.  Father, I know it is not Your will that any be lost.  Draw them all to Jesus while there is yet time.  You have given many warnings through Your prophets--thank You, Lord.  Please open eyes, open ears, open hearts that many shall be saved.  We will all meet You one day--I want to see many saved who would otherwise be eternally lost.   Have mercy upon the sinners and show them Your great salvation.  Give them tender hearts, yearning after You, hating the dark evil of this world, and falling on their faces crying "Abba, Father."
     I love You, Father.  In Jesus' Name.   Amen










Thursday, August 14, 2014


+Here We Are

 

Here we are

On the brink

Of WW3

I think!

Gross darkness-

Smothering,

Overwhelming,

Crushing,

And

Shushing

God’s voice

In the

Land.

 man

Refusing

 to grasp

God’s

Hand .

Deaf to

His call.

His

Holy word

Trampled

 upon

Evil darkness

Hides from

The Holy Son

Oh!

God’s wrath,

A lava flow

Cleansing,

Purging--

All evil

Must go!

It is so

According to

The Word,

Jesus reigns

Triumphantly,

Everlastingly,

Every knee

Shall bow

Every tongue

Confess

Jesus Christ

Is

Lord! 
Halleluiah

Thursday, August 7, 2014

THE LAST SUNRISE

This was written last January.  I don't have access to the internet very often and so I am just getting around to posting it.  It is hot August now.  The trees in our corner of East Texas are lush and green thanks to an abundance of rain this summer.   Mornings on my little porch are the best time of my day, winter, spring, summer and fall.   Its quality time with Jesus--starts the day off right!
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This morning was cold.  I bundled up to stay warm and took my steaming cup of coffee out to my little side porch.  Katy Kat in my lap, we watched the sun shine golden through the winter bare branches.  I love that time of the morning when the world is waking up and darkness is overtaken by the light.  The birds begin to hop down to the feeder looking for breakfast.  Another day began!   This morning I wondered what would I do with my day if it were my last sunrise!  

I thought I would like to leave a letter to my family.  I would tell them how much I love them and apologize for not being a better witness for Jesus.  If there is anything I want more for my children than for them all to be saved and heaven-bound, I don’t know what it would be.  I want them to all know Jesus.  I want them to repent of sin and be born again into the kingdom of God.  I want them to resist evil---to hate evil—and to love the holiness-purity of Jesus!  I want them to be overcomers for Christ in this wicked world.   I would that they all gain understanding of God through His Holy Word and that the more they know Him the more they will love Him.

The closer I come to the end of my life on this earth, the more I hate the world.  Actually, I hate the evil that has spread like gangrene over the face of our planet.  I hate that people are so blind that they can’t see how they are wallowing in the filth of wickedness.  I hate it that there is an excuse for every evil under the sun, denying the desperate need for Savior Jesus  I hate it that there is a real and terrible place called hell waiting for those who turn away from Jesus.  I hate it that there are deceivers in the world that turn folks from the truth.   Jesus is the way, the truth, the life!   One way!  The choice is simple----serve God through His Son, Jesus Christ, or serve the devil.   Don’t be confused into thinking there are other ways to heaven.  Oh, God, show them before it is too late!

I am so thankful that I belong to Jesus.  Here am I, without one plea, but the blood of Jesus covers me.  I am sorry for any hurt or pain I caused to anyone.  I forgive all who have hurt me in my lifetime.  Unforgiveness is something I don’t want hanging around my neck when I meet Father God. 

I will be happy to enter the gates of heaven.  I don’t know what to expect except I know the weight of the world will be gone and I’ll be in the presence of my savior and Lord, Jesus Christ.  I would that all my children and those I call my children (unlimited) will be there, too.  I pray we will all hear Him say, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”     Amen

 

Love, In Jesus Christ

Carole L. Shepherd  (Mom….Grandma…..Aunt…..Wife…Sister….Child of God)

January 24, 2014