Our car's wiper blades were turned on as we rounded the bend by the lake, surprised by a sudden morning sun-shower. That's when I saw this beautiful rainbow cascading in a blue sky of sunlit raindrops. A wonderful reminder of God's promise. The best is yet to be.
Early this morning, the full Harvest Moon tapped me on the shoulder and I went out in the stillness to take a peek. She had a lovely pink halo round about her. Pink is the color of love.
I was reminded of this old illustration. There are two different perceptions of what you may see when you look at this picture. A woman's silhouette illumined by the light of a full moon. Or, the face of a crescent moon shining in the dark.
As you can see, our mind can't hold on to two different thoughts simultaneously. It locks on to one, and locks out the other. The imagery doesn't change, but our view does, switching back and forth from light to dark depending on how we look at it.
A good example to practice today. Are we focusing on the light or the dark?
The angels invite us to take a look at an old situation today and try to see it with a fresh perception, a new light.
It's good to remember that according to the Holy Spirit everything is either Love or a Call for Love.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
(art from web)
Funny how an old memory can suddenly come to light. Like this vintage postcard of Gibraltar I found at a flea market. I had no idea St. Michael's Cave was located deep inside the Rock of Gibraltar.
I didn't know about angels back then. I was a seven-year-old on a transatlantic voyage aboard the USS Darby, a military transport to start a brand new life. Our family had left all of the old familiar U.S. landmarks to sail on uncharted waters on a major move to Germany for three years. A rough three weeks of endless rolling waves in a heaving sea with no land as far as the eye could see. Then one morning, off in the distance, as we stood on deck the Rock of Gibraltar emerged from the depths. A mighty Rock that was more than a passing memory.
This week, images of the Rock of Gibraltar have pounded my thoughts. So much so that solid rock seemed to be a touchstone from the angels. A heads-up as to the measure of powerful faith soon to be required in the coming days. Faith as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar. Immovable.
If things appear
hopelessly lost as you drift in a sea of uncertainty, don't despair. A way will suddenly open up. Stay firmly planted on
the Rock. Trust in the Unseen more than the physical. Have faith that more is happening than you realize. Don't let your monkey-mind run the show.
Another surprise I recently discovered was the amazing 1400-ft high Rock is uniquely home to the only wild monkey population in all of Europe. The Moors may have brought them there as pets between 700 and 1492. Imagine that? My furry stuffed animal, Zippy the Chimp, my shipmate would have gone bananas.
You probably remember The Prudential Company's logo, an image of the Rock of Gibraltar in their ads. "The Prudential has the strength of Gibraltar."
St. Michael's Cave, hidden deep within the Rock, can be an anchor of Faith. A reminder that strong angel warriors are serving in the unseen Realm. This Mighty Archangel is tirelessly at work to help humanity at this hour. His name translates from Hebrew as Who is Like God. Archangel Michael can help us to lift our spirit toward a more enduring vision of life.
In closing, I'd like to leave you with this Psalm about the Rock.
How blessed are we to have powerful heavenly Unseen Help with us. It's time for radical faith in things unseen rather than our limited physical perceptions. Take a hint from this wild Barbary Macaque resident, and keep your mind housed upon The Rock. Faith as solid as the Rock. Trust. The best is yet to be.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
(Photos from web)
On Saturday mornings, it's fun to see what "finds" I may dig up at our local outdoor flea market. Last week these joyful porcelain cherubs tumbled on a tabletop making me laugh. Usually angels are poised and full of grace, but this flock had broken out of the mold in joyful expressions -- handstands, somersaults, legs kicking up. A breakthrough celebration.
What a bargain it ended up to be...later when given a bath at home, I discovered they were Dresden bisque porcelain from Germany. $70 value on-line. Mine an angel delivery for $4. You can't put a price tag on things that stir your heart to joy. It just happens, and I can't keep from smiling every time I glance at the heavenly tumblers on my office bookshelf. A message for me to lighten up and celebrate each day no matter what.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
A few nights ago what a surprise to wake up feeling refreshed, ready to begin a new day only to learn it was shortly past midnight, with six long hours until sunrise! I longed to get back to sleep, but fears began churning in my belly about the state of our world. I sang uplifting songs in my head, and prayed the 23rd Psalm, and Psalm 91. But I couldn't find peace. I remembered wise advice I'd heard years ago during a time of extreme testing: God doesn't want us to live an anxious life, riddled with constant anxiety. The remedy for finding peace is to remember the many ways the Lord has come through for you in the past, and to give thanks. Then, humbly ask the Holy Spirit to take your fears and give you peace instead. When done earnestly, you cannot fail.
So I began to give thanks for all the past blessings delivered in my hour of need, and to ask for forgiveness for all my shortcomings. I then invited the Holy Spirit to take my issues and let me have peace instead.
What happened next misted my eyes as I knew I was truly not alone. I'd been touched by a loving Presence, a Presence who knew me better than I know myself... because a long, forgotten melody washed over me and brought relief. "On the wings of a snow white dove, he sends his pure sweet love, a sign from above...on the wings of a dove".
A white dove is a symbol for the Holy Spirit.
I couldn't quite place how I knew the old song as I softly sang it over and over again. "On the wings of a snow white dove, He sends His pure sweet love, a sign from above...on the wings of a dove". A perfect remedy as I drifted off in a peaceful sleep, embraced by the loving wings of a snow white dove.
First thing the next morning, I looked up the lyrics on-line. Ferlin Husky belted out The Wings of a Dove, a big country hit in the 60's. My eyes misted as I listened to the healing words. Yet, I still couldn't place how I knew it.
Then I remembered weekend visits on my grandparent's farm. Biscuits baking in oven, Grandma's good cooking wafting the air ready to feed our hungry appetites. I could see her bustling about in a faded red paisley apron. Then the old brown radio came into view. It sat on-high, on top of an antique metal cupboard where she kept her dishes. Just a teenager back then, I'd be setting the table to the hillbilly twang crackling on the radio. Nobody dared to touch that dial. My taste in hits was top 60's--Dee Dee Sharp's Mashed Potato Time. Country music was so uncool...
We don't always get what we want, but we get what we need. It turned out that time got mashed by an old gospel tune that was hit over 50 years ago. In looking back, my faith-filled Grandma did it again--sowing a seed that I'd reap far into the future as well as a healing trip back to the old white farmhouse in the country.
On The Wings of A Dove by Bob Ferguson
On the wings of a snow white dove
On the wings of a snow white dove
I've always had a thing for hood ornaments-- a sleek jaguar, a charging ram or the shiny silver plane on our 1955 Belair. Chevy.
Yesterday, a quick drive to the neighborhood mailbox brought a shift in perception. Returning to the car with an angel book, I saw something wild. A daring little gecko was posed like a hood ornament on our white Honda. Head held high, facing forward in center position, those tiny claws clutched the hood for balance. Rather than go to the lake as planned, my heart nudged to slowly drive back home so he could reunite with family and friends. I laughed, thinking about his adventure. Oh, the stories he'd tell his grandchildren...about the day he expanded his horizons and took a ride on a five-ton machine traveling 25 mph.
Okay, so my imagination got carried away, but not the daring gecko. As I got out of the car in the driveway, there he was! Holding the line, perfectly poised, and still hanging on tight. He stayed put long enough for a photo to share.
The little gecko's unusual behavior seemed to hold on to an uplifting angel message... Get ready to bravely embrace something dynamically new and hang on for the ride of your life, knowing you, too, will return home driven by the power of angel love.
Have a blessed day with your angels. Remember the best is yet to be.
Love and peace,
Rae Karen
