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The Midnight Ocean
  
Reflections, Poetry, and Prose from the depths of the Midnight Ocean.
Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD;
O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. Psalm 130
Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will make a new covenant. After those days, saith the LORD,
I will put my law in their inwards parts, and write it in their hearts; and will be their God,
and they shall be my people. Jeremiah 31:31-33
Wherefore the law is holy, and the Commandment Holy, and just, and good. Rom7:12
Sifatai tiftach- u'fi yagid- tehilatecha!
- If I open my lips- let my mouth- declare Your praise!
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NEW PIC & UPDATE ON LIL BABY JACKSON... Nov 1, 2008 9:13 pm
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Quick update for those who follow my blog, my new nephew Jackson is doing exceedingly wonderful! Thank you all so much for your prayers! He's gained considerable weight since being born! He went home with Officer Rob and Lisa two weeks ago already! Both are taking a few months off work to raise him (I hear)! They work incredibly hard and deserve it! Though it's not really a break...lol. Thank you again for all who prayed for Lil baby Jackson, the Lord is Great!
So, anyways my whole family is baby bonkers now! And today I happened to run across my sisters baby book that my mother kept so studiously for her. I opened the hard cover and read exactly one paragraph and it proved too much for me.
Crazy, what things effect you powerfully! Unbelievable...lol.
My mother was a couple years younger than I am now when she wrote this entry to my sister who is only 19 months older than me...about MY birth...

"You spent the week mostly with your Father as he is laid-off work. You two are very close. Michael was born. You visited the hospital everyday. I save apples, cookies, juice & snacks for you. The first day after surgery when I saw you, I think you were resentful about my having left you so suddenly. You rejected me at first, then later gave me a dirty look as you had to leave the hospital. But all things seemed to be okay after that 1st day. You are very excited about Michael. You say "Baby! Baby!" You helped push his bed around at the hospital, you try to put blankets on him. You were great when we were being discharged. You cry, when he does. It really upsets you. You like to hold and hug him. Everyone at the hospital thinks you are really pretty. You get so many compliments. I think the time you spent with Daddy this week has made you even closer(if possible)! We both love you."

Stuff like that just kills me,
But are not Mother's JUST great?
And isn't He who is Love, the Greatest?
GBY in Christ friends,
sabrefire
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FOR THE SPITEFUL, SELFISH AND PRIDEFUL CHARACTERS on Our sea... Nov 1, 2008 8:31 pm
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I remember as a kid sitting rather dejectedly upon a swing-set on a bay of Lake Michigan, many a time when the wind was too sporty for an evening boat trip in autumn. I'd look out at the waves, while kicking and dredging the sand with my feet as I swung. Swings were fun. Beaches were too. But I wanted to be on the water.
But, sigh...too dangerous.
It's said by the U.S. Coast Guard the Great Lakes can be at times, more dangerous than the oceans. Due to their relative shallowness, waves arise so quickly from skirting winds, absolute treachery is only a few minutes away.
That certain swing-set that I'd swing on as the harsh winds kicked up their fuss on the sandy beach front of the bay still stands near the pier heads. As I kicked at the sand below, it seems like I was constantly having to save my eyes from the silicate bombardment as the wind pushed the sand back at me. I was a fairly stubborn child, you know!
That swing-set was always a grey consolation to the hope I'd had for the day.
It was a swinging, front row seat- to the menacing front that left us beached... from a child's innocent fun, and hope.
I was always sad on such days, because all the joy of the trip was so quickly squashed by something greater and more definitive than my hope and expectation. Nature.
Something that was uncontrollable, and unquestionable to me.
It was made all the worse, because there was no one to blame. But I doubt it ever even entered my mind to blame G-d.
When you're a child and the storms come, you make the best of it. You put on your parka and you...swing on a swing-set until the thunder starts and your mother stamps her foot, and yells that you come at once, to go...home. You are not given the luxury of any latitude, or real compromise. You make the best of it.
Bitter sweet? Yes. You're going home, but you didn't really get to have your fun.

It just came to me that that's exactly the flavor of emotion I occasionally come across these days. I remember how solemn and fearful those sporadic times were. Anticipating the coming storm while watching the clouds make way upon the air over the water; while you're supposed to be jetting around under the sun on gentle waves, and enjoying the excitement of fishing, and close family.
That's precisely the feeling I have today when I consider what seems to be transpiring out there on our 'sea.' A great deal of joy and wonderment is halted by 'inclement weather.'
Sometimes I'm just there- sitting on the swing, making the best of what I've been given. Kicking sand, and having it blown right back at me.
The waves these days are just too choppy for much good clean fun. Dangerous.
Father's saying, "nope, not going to happen today; not in this wind."
I wish I could say the real problem was with unbelievers. Unbelievers are always a problem, but it's the hubris of the believers that churns my seas the most these days. It's the 'mature' people with brazen attitudes, who think themselves learned, and schooled in The Word that crash loudest against my shore. Are they really as knowledgeable about Him as they think? Many seem to be betting their life on it.
Their way or no way?
No way. No ma'am. No sir.
My hero's and prophets... and teachers, all died (or were transfigured) long ago.
It's His way.
It's those who blatantly- while thinking themselves fox-like, look narrowly on 'the little guy,' because they believe themselves more holy, that clouds my skies. It's those who jab and punch, in hope of sounding intelligent before their brothers and sisters that zaps my sunshine. It's them who pass me by because I look too young to be of use to them- who peirce my sails and leave me stranded. It's every selfish person that uses the Lords name in vain in hopes of gaining wealth for themselves that leaves me sullen, and looking for a new tide to rise. It's the bloggers, who unabashedly compare themselves to Christ (!), not knowing in the least what they do, that turns me away from hope and makes me wince.
And if it turns me, what must it do to the unbelievers?
I fear they don't have a spitting chance.
Spiritual hubris is abominable, and gut wrenching. It murders hope. And makes a hopeful child an orphan. It's the pride of the serpent. It's the fall of the devil.
It like a rip-tide, pushes children upon a deadly sea, to someday bask in the abyss below. Lost to the many rushing waters.
It's the stormy Midnight Ocean. And I have no choice but to WATCH.
Watch. And watch.
And grind the sand in my teeth. As something uncontrollable, and uncompromising takes hold of the atmosphere.
So, I'll set on my swing, making best of what hope remains. I'll try to smile as I swing while listening for the thunder... and that calling home that happens soon after. And I'll watch the waves of discontent, pride and hubris, smash and break against themselves.
Perhaps, until... I get called home.
But, hey...there's a few empty swings to my right...and children love company.

GBY Little Children!
sabrefire

For Zions sake I will not keep silent,
for Jerusalem's sake I will not remain quiet-
until Righteousness shines forth like the dawn,
On our stormy sea-
who will believe our report?
And to whom is shown the arm of the Lord?
A root out of dry ground?
I know this,
Like sheep, we have all gone astray.
And each of us has turned to his own way.
So let the thunder come as it may,
Then, Come Lord.
Come.

Baruch atah Adonai Eloheynu Melech ha'olam,
Blessed are you O' G-d,
keeper of Your Word,
keeper of Your People,
keeper of Your City,
...Jerusalem.
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