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Revelations 14:11 

“And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.”

Shot by: Danesh Daryanani
Location: Haw Par Villa
Opening Picture: https://wallpaperscraft.com
Sound: iMovie 9.0.9
Edited on: iMovie 9.0.9

 

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Psalm 25

Prayer for Protection, Guidance and Pardon.

A Psalm of David.

1 To You, O LORD, I lift up my soul.
2 O my God, in You I trust,
Do not let me be ashamed;
Do not let my enemies exult over me.
3 Indeed, none of those who wait for You will be ashamed;
[a]Those who deal treacherously without cause will be ashamed.

4 Make me know Your ways, O LORD;
Teach me Your paths.
5 Lead me in Your truth and teach me,
For You are the God of my salvation;
For You I wait all the day.
6 Remember, O LORD, Your compassion and Your lovingkindnesses,
For they have been from of old.
7 Do not remember the sins of my youth or my transgressions;
According to Your lovingkindness remember me,
For Your goodness’ sake, O LORD.

8 Good and upright is the LORD;
Therefore He instructs sinners in the way.
9 He leads the humble in justice,
And He teaches the humble His way.
10 All the paths of the LORD are lovingkindness and truth
To those who keep His covenant and His testimonies.
11 For Your name’s sake, O LORD,
Pardon my iniquity, for it is great.

12 Who is the man who fears the LORD?
He will instruct him in the way he should choose.
13 His soul will abide in prosperity,
And his descendants will inherit the land.
14 The secret of the LORD is for those who fear Him,
And He will make them know His covenant.
15 My eyes are continually toward the LORD,
For He will pluck my feet out of the net.

16 Turn to me and be gracious to me,
For I am lonely and afflicted.
17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged;
Bring me out of my distresses.
18 Look upon my affliction and my trouble,
And forgive all my sins.
19 Look upon my enemies, for they are many,
And they hate me with violent hatred.
20 Guard my soul and deliver me;
Do not let me be ashamed, for I take refuge in You.
21 Let integrity and uprightness preserve me,
For I wait for You.
22 Redeem Israel, O God,
Out of all his troubles.

I was shopping for a moisturizer for my delicate and sun beaten skin when I noticed a familiar face I hadn’t seen for years.

“Linda”! I cried out excitedly, “Wow, haven’t seen you for ages. How have you been? You’re looking fabulous”!

She really was looking fabulous. I meant it.

“Hey Judy, it’s been a while”, Linda replied with obvious and sincere delight.

“So Linda, you still working and hanging at Hard Rock Café”?

“No actually I’ve joined the church. I’m working full time there”.

I was momentarily stunned. Was this the same Linda whom I knew who was a major party goer with sometimes questionable morals?

She registered my shocked and smiled gently at me and said, “Yeah, I’m with the church now”.

“What happened”?

“I witnessed a miracle”, she said simply.

Wow, I thought, what a dramatic shift.

I was curious.

“Did you see someone get miraculously healed from an illness”?

“No”.

“Did you see an apparition of sorts?”

“No”

“Did you see a sudden turnaround in a bad work situation”?

“No”

“Were you miraculously healed from a condition”?

She shook her head gently.

I was getting desperate to know.

“Did you see a sea part”?

“Did you dream a prophetic dream or have a brilliant vision of something”?

She kept that smile and shook her head. She would tell me, I knew that but I wanted to guess what that miracle was that turned her around so radically and seemingly for the better.

In slight jest (which I regretted later) I asked, “Did you see water turn into wine”?

She said no.

I gave up. I had to ask.

“What miracle did you see, Linda”?

She looked at me with the same gentle smile and said simply, “I gave birth to a baby girl”.

Tonight I hosted a fight

Again

It was a vicious fight

Funny thing is

I knew who the winner was going to be

But the winner didn’t win tonight

But the winner will win

I host these fights often

I know the winner has won

But the loser wins instead

Even so, day after day

I will host these bouts

Until the day

The winner wins

And when the winner wins

It’ll be forever

It hasn’t happened yet

In the bouts I host

But it will

It has

It will

The winner will win

And I’ll be His groupie

“I can’t believe it. Why us? Why us?! Why? Why?!” she wailed as fiery tears of desperation poured out of her quivering, bloodshot eyes.

Her wail was loud, shrill and painful. It was primeval. I felt that the acid from her tears would kill her.

The desperation in her voice was physical. It created a wall, layer by layer. I felt I had to make a foothold before I lost her completely. But I didn’t know what to do. I was lost. She was desperate, hysterical and manic, all rolled into one.

I prayed.

It was the least I could do.

As it turned out, it was the most I could do.

Love was walking down the street.

No, not the metaphorical type which you feel deep inside your heart and your soul.

Love was really, really, walking down the street.

When I first saw Love walking down the street, I didn’t know it was Love.

But I smiled.

I don’t know why. But I smiled.

So I asked my friend, “Who is that walking down the street”?

My friend answered, “Love”.

I followed Love.

As I followed Love down the street, unknown to him, I noticed a lot of people smiling, as I had.

I was confused.

Why were people smiling at Love?

I continued to follow.

Love just walked. Steadily. Love didn’t rush. Love was just Love.

As I followed Love, I forgot where I was.

I just wanted to follow Love.

I loved what Love was doing but I didn’t know why.

I followed with content.

I followed and followed.

Suddenly.

Love stopped and turned slowly towards me.

I stopped. I was scared.

Love came forward.

I tentatively stepped forward.

I was face to face with Love.

I was trembling. I didn’t know what do to.

Love looked at me.

I cried.

I stepped slightly forward.

I hugged Love. Love didn’t hug me. Love didn’t need to.

I hugged Love.

I wept and wept and wept and my weeping turned to laughter.

I didn’t know why and I didn’t know how.

I continued down the street.

 

 

43 years has passed.

 

It’s a funny lapse of time.

 

Young enough to remember my youth.

 

Old enough to consider earthly mortality.

 

Hence, I’m at the threshold.

 

To decide

 

How do I, me, live the rest of my life?

 

Not the way I have

 

That’s crystal

 

But how?

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