Sometimes the Lord lets you experience a place where the great spirits of old must have offered up sacrifices of praise. Nestled in the Hills of Nine Miles Bull Bay is the Cane River Falls. It’s a place which herald’s the glory of God is visible…it’s a creative mind’s dream.
The ‘good’ stretch of road from the main up the hill ends sooner than you think so a four wheel drive vehicle is recommended…..even the 200 or so steps down to the river side is worth it when oxygen flows back to your thighs and legs. The hardest of hearts could not deny itself the opportunity to be lulled by the cascading water gushing ferociously through the rocks to the pool.
The first touch of water to a born Kingstonian’s skin is cold but soon the body adapts and all the senses are filled with the sheer power of this force of nature….one can’t help but fall completely in love.
As the current laps water against the surrounding boulders, a being acknowledges the hand of God and is stimulated to pray…. basking in the stream of sunlight through the trees. In your mind you realize that Man is but a small part of His Creation….on the lowest rung even…for how can We be more than the majestic tree growing 15 ft or so above the ground..but anchored by 60ft roots which wrap the rocks….immovable. Roots like the mane of a real, real Rastaman, thick; strong; exuding know-ledge and the wisdom chastened by age. A creature of unreserved obedience to God’s will.….Can man ever really be as much of a blessing as the old tree?
After 2hrs of intermittent massage by the torrents, the journey to the top commences… and while you exercise your mind on the deeper contemplations of this existence, the burn in your lungs and limps becomes more evident and your are constrained to focus on the task at hand..the 150 steps left to go. When the worst is over and you catch your breath leaning against the car, thanks flows from your lips to God’s ear… thanks for the privilege to experience, commune and rest with Him…thanks for days off to replenish your faith.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Believing
I believe that when life changing moments occur, its God’s way of getting our attention.
I believe that if you are unconnected with God and Christ you interpret life’s happenings as triumphant moments where You fell down and You overcame and You motivated yourself to strive for better…I believe however, that all these are the works of the Lord and through Him are we strengthened to fight that great fight and indeed win the war.
I believe and thank God daily for knowing my heart and blessing me with enough grace to lean not on my less than sure footed understanding and steps in the ‘right’ direction….I believe, no , know, that my heart will forever hold on to His promise and that my wish , desire, longing is to finally get it right and rest in His embrace for the rest of my life…I believe he’ll give me even just for trying.
I believe in the work of the Church to fulfill God’s plan and I give thanks I was born in a Christian Country…cause if it’s this hard for one who was always surrounded by the Word, then failure would surely be my destiny if I had to convert from one religion to another. I believe the bretheren should edify themselves to be able to answer tough questions when posed by those just beyond the pearly gates…for we are all have come up short.
I believe that humans have an endless capacity to judge one another and themselves too harshly...regardless of our position on the ‘righteousness’ continuum. I thank God for being better than myself.
I believe in the power of prayer and whispering a blessing on the life of everyone you meet, I believe God hears, listens and will show His magnificence to not prove me wrong. I firmly believe it is by His Grace that I shall look back at the beginning thirty years later and say thank you Lord for bringing me to it and through it all…I will be at peace.
I believe that if you are unconnected with God and Christ you interpret life’s happenings as triumphant moments where You fell down and You overcame and You motivated yourself to strive for better…I believe however, that all these are the works of the Lord and through Him are we strengthened to fight that great fight and indeed win the war.
I believe and thank God daily for knowing my heart and blessing me with enough grace to lean not on my less than sure footed understanding and steps in the ‘right’ direction….I believe, no , know, that my heart will forever hold on to His promise and that my wish , desire, longing is to finally get it right and rest in His embrace for the rest of my life…I believe he’ll give me even just for trying.
I believe in the work of the Church to fulfill God’s plan and I give thanks I was born in a Christian Country…cause if it’s this hard for one who was always surrounded by the Word, then failure would surely be my destiny if I had to convert from one religion to another. I believe the bretheren should edify themselves to be able to answer tough questions when posed by those just beyond the pearly gates…for we are all have come up short.
I believe that humans have an endless capacity to judge one another and themselves too harshly...regardless of our position on the ‘righteousness’ continuum. I thank God for being better than myself.
I believe in the power of prayer and whispering a blessing on the life of everyone you meet, I believe God hears, listens and will show His magnificence to not prove me wrong. I firmly believe it is by His Grace that I shall look back at the beginning thirty years later and say thank you Lord for bringing me to it and through it all…I will be at peace.
Focus failing
For a delicate being who can barely stand one day of rain let alone 5, it’s no wonder thoughts degenerate into contemplations of the baser, and certainly more exciting parts of life. I’ll blame these ramblings on the rain and only that cause in the midst of the storm, in times past, the opportunity was used to focus energy on a ready, willing and very able him.
A vivid picture of him stripped of all cotton confines is fixed in my mind. His execution of simple tasks like lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder prompts a choreographed piece - of muscle with flesh, each sinew a visible tease…his sweet smile when he notices not only the weather is wet.
Yes, in the cold of a rainy night, a melody tap, tapping on the windows, its the perfect time to treat a body to good love….to really whisper vulgar nothings in his ear, watch his toes curl from a taste or two…explore all of him…listen to his release….a woman should always find time to remind her man that love springs forth from her breasts, her hips and finger tips…her heart and the recesses of her perverted mind:0)
A vivid picture of him stripped of all cotton confines is fixed in my mind. His execution of simple tasks like lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder prompts a choreographed piece - of muscle with flesh, each sinew a visible tease…his sweet smile when he notices not only the weather is wet.
Yes, in the cold of a rainy night, a melody tap, tapping on the windows, its the perfect time to treat a body to good love….to really whisper vulgar nothings in his ear, watch his toes curl from a taste or two…explore all of him…listen to his release….a woman should always find time to remind her man that love springs forth from her breasts, her hips and finger tips…her heart and the recesses of her perverted mind:0)
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