Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing and publishing in multiple genres (including education) in E. African for E. Africa. As a writer, it is a thrill to write for children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 13 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
There are many facets to this moon - my joy is in meeting you!
This lovely praise song O My Soul (Casting Crowns) echoes in my head.
“Oh my soul
you are not alone
there’s a place where fear
Has to face the God you know
One more day
He will make a way
Let Him show you how
You can lay this down, you can lay this down…”
There are so many places we look for assurance when we are lonely, dejected. Jesus really does want us to run into His arms and throw all these cares to the side. Yes we will cry, yes we will ask why, yes we will…
There are so many places in Psalms to curl up with a coffee or tea and be encouraged.
“”May the Lord answer you in the day of trouble; May the name of the God of Jacob defend you.” Psalm 20:1
“Turn Yourself to me, and have mercy on me, For I am desolate and afflicted, The troubles of my heart have enlarged: bring me out of my distresses.” Psalm 25:16 & 17
“Give ear to my prayer, O God, And do not hide Yourself from my supplication. Attend to me and hear me; I am restless in my complaint and moan noisily.” Psalm 55:1 & 2
“But certainly God has heard me; He has attended to the voice of my prayer (s).” Psalm 66:19
“If I say ‘my foot slips,’ Your mercy, O Lord, will hold me up,” Psalm 94:18
“I cry out with my whole heart…” Psalm 119:145
Cry out with your whole heart. He hears you and and wishes to comfort you in your days of sorrow and trouble.
“If I have told you earthly things and you do not believe how will you believe if I tell you heavenly things… And this is the condemnation, that the light has come into the world , and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.”
Reena’s Absolutely challenging Challenge –> Welcome back! RXC PROMPT #233 ravaged inner space unable to account for entries and exits who came, who destroyed, who left? a soul transformed forever
It had happened. The event that all of us had trained for.
“This will never happen…” Our O.T. said loudly to our group.
“Why are we doing this then?” An intern very young, very inexperienced had asked.
“They always ask us to do things that they cannot explain the rationale for…” A very seasoned staff person chimed in.
We went through the drill. Most of it was what you would expect; it was the immediate shut-down no matter who was in the facility that bothered us.
“What happens to civilians?” One of my co-workers whispered.
“Hopefully they are in the unit when close-down initiates or they will be radiated.”
I gulped not wanting to answer the affirmative.
“But this will never happen..”
Those words were in a free fall as the yellow then red lights began their cycle of warning. Layers of lead, silicone and carbon were forming a domelike shield around our installation. We were essential personnel and our lives were more valuable than gold. Each of us had a skill set that would keep things going indefinitely.
“Health inspector 1 you must report to the infirmary – double time.”
I grabbed my insulated helmet and ran to my post. I ran past people who were clearly in shock. Those empty eyes wanted to scream ‘Help.’
All my medical training was of no assistance. They were civilians caught in inner space with no role to play and no exit except a few moments of 500 millirems/ min radiation (a deadly amount) if they were to exit.
“My daughter. I can’t find my daughter.” A woman screamed.
Against protocol, I called in a request to divert to find the child.
“Inspector 1 – what is your ETA?”
“Can you cue in a 10 minute diversion code. I need to help a civilian.”
“Negative Health 1 !!”
I never pulled my rank. Number 1 reflected that I was the highest grade health practitioner on the facility.
“No problem main operator. I am calling off as sick. Maybe some radiation leakage. I will check back in tomar…”
“Health 1 you are cleared with a 10 minute diversion.”
“Excellent.” I turned my walkie off.
I looked at the frantic mama and grabbed her hand. “We will find that girl of yours. We will not allow her soul to be transformed forever…”
I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! … And this knife I found.
I’m sick and tired of being called ‘mortal’ like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so…
It was not that long ago that I was like you. I woke when the rooster crowed or when the clock rang a long buzz. I can’t call it an alarm clock because that is so overstated in a mere buzz. But let me explain…
I was in an old historic town looking at cemeterys. Why did I think that was a nice way to spend my holiday? I guess because I like to take photographs of nothing important except symbols of life.
I was intrigued by this rather old clock in the window of a house where the window latches were hanging the wrong way and the door knob was at a very low level. It was as if the door and the windows were upside down.
I took a picture of the clock. I took another.
“That’s odd” I looked around to no one standing there. “The hands are moving backward.”
The pendulum was a very large spoon and it caught my reflection. When I moved away my reflection was still in the spoon. I was upside down. I looked around.
“This is rather odd. Isn’t it?” I called to a man across the street. “The hands are going backward.” I said much louder.
He shook his head and moved quickly the other way.
I went home not really sure what that had been about. Then I noticed the clock over my stove.
“Not working.” I flicked at the plastic.
Several minutes later I came back and the time had moved backward.
“That’s nonsense. Too much heat on my brain today.”
I set my alarm clock and fell asleep. A cat or something was screeching in the silent night fog. I turned on the light to see the time.
“What time is it Really?” I asked the alarm clock.
I called a service on my phone that would give the proper time. “The time is four twenty two…”
I called back ten minutes later. “The time is four twelve pm”
“How can time go backwards? Where does it end up? Is it going back for everyone?”
I lined up all the clocks in my house. I watched as each one worked backwards in time. I waited for the buzz that never came.
‘I wondered will I wake up from this? What will I happen when I wake up? What time is it really?????’
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.