The Powers Of Christ And The Saints Are In My Heart.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
God is truly in my heart. I think I may have finished my song. It is complicated because when I play my guitar for my lord in Heaven I play it from the heart as I feel the music in different ways.
The words are primarily the same, and someday good singers will sing it because my voice is not that great.
My mother's house will become a small shop, and who ever wants to hear God's song can hear me play my guitar. The business will be to raise money for the repairs I want to do to mom's old house.
When I am finished with my humble beginning I will take a picture of a beautiful picture I intend to create. The picture will be very large, large enough for a town to see.
It may take me weeks to complete my task. When I was very sick, and troubled I drew hundreds of pictures , and I am ready to draw one last picture for a thousand people to see.
No one must ever forget that God has the power to move mountains, to make time stand still, to bring back life from death, to save nations, armies, stars, super novas, galaxies, and even to fill a universe with planets, and a million earths with life.
God saved my life when and eighteen wheeler was in flames about to blow up a refinery. God put me beside that burning monster with a bucket of water, and a radio to call firefighters to help me extinguish the flames. If that truck would have blown up, a city would have been partially blown up with it. Near the truck was fuel racks, the heart of a refinery where thousands of gallons of gasoline, fuels, and propane were stored. Thousands of people in the city, and in the refinery might have died. God helped me , and the firefighter put the flames out. I was the first responder.
I faced armed men with guns. People who intended to use them. I was once backed up by thirty police units when I walked right in the center of guns fired in order to end the violence, and I did with God's help.
A shooter with a 44 magnum rifle who fired his rifle in a bar room , and intended to shoot the police as well as himself gave my partner ,and I his rifle. I walked up to him while he had the muzzle of his rifle aiming at my heart. He could have killed my partner, and I, but we chose to save his life by risking ours. He gave us his rifle. My partner, and I were deputy sheriffs.
I can not begin to tell you how many times God allowed me , and other police officers to save lives. I can not begin to describe what it feels like to put you're life totally in the hands of God to try to save lives.
God save my family from a car collision that should have killed us all. God saved me, and an old mule from getting killed by and eighteen wheeler on a highway.
When I was a boy I tried to stop our old mule from running. It dragged me all the way to our highway. The old mule jumped the ditch to get in the middle of the highway. I went with old Betsy to save her. Her, and I faced a truck that should have killed us both. I pulled her rope. She fell on me. The truck squealed , and burned rubber. The truck came very close to killing us. There was no way we could have survived the impact of and eighteen wheeler. God saved us.
I will open mom's house, and sell things we no longer need, and create a business just for the fun, and pleasure of it, and sing to God for whoever wants to listen. I guess I sound a little nuts, but I am not the only nut in the world.
God Bless Everyone.