a prayer for the New year

As I stand on the threshold of a new year, please empower me beyond my weaknesses and besetting sins. Open my eyes to your work in the world around me and use me in your work of grace. Fire my passion to live fully for your Kingdom and my King, Jesus Christ,in whose name I pray. Amen.

Salute to Mr. Amal Hourani

“They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.
Through the hands of such as these God speak, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth. Khalil Gibran

“Amal” means hope.
God has painted his skies with different stars. Stars of beauty, stars of guidance and many more.
While painting the stars of hope and stars of giving, his brush dripped and some fell on earth, here and there and everywhere.
You are one of those who picked them up. The needy have prayed and with faith they have asked. God has listened and He’s answered them through people like you. They had nothing, absolutely nothing, but He’s used you to paint a smile on their faces. Their hearts are pumping hopes and prayers in thanksgiving to Heavens asking Him to protect you and your beloved ones.
I don’t personally know you, but I bow my head in respect for people like you.

Elle from you tube, enjoy

Elle remix

Elle

Everything is meant to be. This is what I* call a rule that controls even small details of my life.
On December the 23rd I came home at round 10pm, sat on the chair feeling my hand unwillingly grabbing the TV remote and switching it on. The receiver was still on NRK2*.
She* was singing from the heart. Her voice was a spirit that held me and shook me. I couldn’t understand what she was singing, but she proved my theory of Music being a language understood by all.
Elle is sung in Sami* and I managed to find what the song is about. Here it goes:
And so the spring river opened up again
And so we let ourselves drift with the flood
The night of ice had to give in
My dearest son of the wind
Surely I flew with the bluethroat
Surely I danced with the northern light
In the strongest of breath we exhaled as one
My dearest son of the wind
The lips of the silenced people bursted out in speech
The stream of words once again were flowing
Over the frozen riverbanks when we finally came together
My dearest son of the wind
When you´re walking alongside the reindeer-herd…
When you guard the reindeer-oxen with the great antlers…
All of the horizon comes alive and starts to move
My dearest son of the wind

I* a human being.
NRK2* Norwegian broadcasting corporation
She* Mari Boine (Norwegian Sami musician)
Sami* language of Norwegian natives

Starry nights by Vincent Van Gogh

Have a look at the actual painting, I will just post the link and you click on 'cause of the possibility of violating copyrights:
Starry Nights

Vincent Van Gogh

Lamiss, a very close friend to my soul accepted to share with me her words, thoughts, worries and smiles. I asked her and she responded. What a beautiful chain of meaningful words. Here you go, read and enjoy:

One extraordinary night talking to a great friend, I got a song from her, sung by Josh Groban, a great singer with a Great voice. Affected by him made me look more for songs he performed, until I was hit by the "Vincent" sang originally by Don Maclean and written by Anthony Diffatta. In a concert with Josh it was like a night in the sky where the words of the song went like a stream of warm feelings flowing into my veins.
" Starry Starry night , paint your palette blue and gray, look out on the summer's day... now I understand what you tried to say to me .......for they could not love you.....you took your life as lovers often do... but I could have told you Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you..." ,what a song?
What is this starry night? Who is Vincent? Why he suffered for his sanity?
This lead me to discover who he is.
He was a postimpressionist painter, but why he killed himself?
It’s because he was rejected by all people even by his own family for his way of living and thinking, but why? because he was misunderstood, and by chance, a series of his paintings passed in front of me reflecting the words in the song, the Historical picture Starry night was blue and gray drawn in a summers day while he was in his last days in a sanitary where he killed himself, after painting almost 2000 paints in almost 20 years and most of them reflecting the beauty of nature and people’s lives back then, where he tried to set them free by his drawing, BUT they couldn’t love him....
what marvelous Vincent praising God’s creatures by his hands.
what an astonishing man I missed knowing about till this time !!! But now since I realized the secrets of nature through Vincent translated in words, pictures and lyrics i can say " Great is the world and praised is the lord".
Vincent was a mirror reflecting Gods glory through himself and his paints.
Since then Vincent has been my friend sitting in my ears, in my eyes, my mind and heart; Those who doesn’t know Vincent can’t see God’s fingerprints clearly in this world.

A thought

VERSE:
"Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is
Christ the Lord."
-- Luke 2:11

Look at all this verse tells us. Jesus is a descendant of David,
the eternal king of promise. He is Savior of all peoples. He is
Christ, the Messiah, the promised hope of Israel. He is Lord, the
Savior of all people. The real question is whether we have decided
that Jesus means all those things to us today. If he is not your
Savior today, why not let him be? And if he is, then with whom do
you need to share his grace?

Worth a click

Have a look

Thinking loud

Why do I have to carry that cross? What about some “Simon” to help me on the way?

It bugs, it burns when Michael doesn’t stand for his beliefs.

“I will save the world”, what a joke. I can’t even save myself.

I’ve made 10 rounds around the sun, but it feels cold.

I doubt the rules of my physics: Mike has much potential, but null Kinetic.

Once upon a time there was an idea, a gift free Christmas and… “Much fuss about nothing”…..The end L

Giving a hug can sometimes turns out to be a painful experience, is that normal?

I don’t regret wasting some time watching “Jamie Oliver”.

I think Jesus won’t make it this year; there are too many boxes blocking his way.

A new begining

I feel I have much to write about. It has been so long since I published anything on my blogg. I would blame some on my laziness, busy days, lack of enthusiasm and some on Facebook.

I neither expect nor want you to expect a daily publishing, but I'll let my inner energy do the best.

I also welcome any comments, ideas, thoughts and hopes, don't hesitate.

My first worry:

This earth needs some adhesive plasters, any ideas?