Broken But Not Forsaken
Broken, shattered, we move through life in a misty fog
Praying, “Where are you God?”
In our minds we feel alone, afraid and disconnected from the human race…
He has not left us; his arms are around us, filling us with his love and grace…
We can’t feel him, we can’t feel anything only a numbness, like the walking dead
We go through the motions of living but we are not alive.
Not emotionally, mentally or physically…
People looking at us can’t tell
We may wear a smile, go to work, do the every day things that look like living
But we have shut down on the inside…
In the night hours when others are sleeping, we lie awake in the dark weeping…
Hear me broken one, you are not alone
I’ve come to comfort you and bring you home.
Lift up your head, you are not dead…yes, pain is real, but I’ve come to heal
Your broken, down-cast spirit.
Open your heart, open your eyes, open your ears
Can’t you hear it…
Sorrow is for the night but joy comes in the morning!
It’s morning Child…put on the garment of Praise for the spirit of heaviness
My love is measureless and I am pouring my Spirit into your life…
Come alive!!
And when you are restored do what I’ve chosen and called you to do!
You will be like the balm of Gilead
Restoring others to life in me!
~Marla Shaw O’Neill June 15, 2021
ISAIAH 61:1-3
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.
All You Need is Love
Lil story I have to share with you! My daughter-in-law(love) Mary, sends me little recorded text messages of the babies doing different, cute little things, she knows I will love.
Today as I was preparing for our ladies group meeting I prayed and I really wanted the Lord to fill our hearts with his love. This was our very first gathering for this season and I had not met all of the ladies attending but I knew in my heart God hand picked them for this specific gathering, time and place.
As I was preparing everything I was filled with joy and happiness as I was getting everything ready. It was like I was preparing for the royal family to arrive. And in fact we are a royal priesthood, a chosen generation, a Holy Nation…family of the King.
I heard a ding on my phone so I opened it and I was elated with such joy and delight. My 6 year old grandson Elias. His mom said she recorded him singing in the shower…I laughed and cried tears of joy as I heard him sing…”All you need is love…dah dah dah dah dah…all you need is love…dah dah dah dah dah…all you need is love, love…love is all you need…love is all you need…love is all you need, love is all you need…
All we need is Love!!!
After the royal gathering…I saw the Love in each lady that shared their story and truly all we need comes from the greatest of loves…our Papa God…Love is all we need!
Thank you Mary for sharing this with me…my cup is truly overflowing!
~Marla Shaw O’Neill June 8, 2021
1 Peter 2:9 New King James Version
9 But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;
Friend of the Angels
To be a friend of the Angels
Means you live by pleasing God…
Walking on higher ground,
Where the streets are made of golden sod…
Oh, you live in earth’s atmosphere
But there’s a place, where life is more real
Without doubt and without fear
In a realm where the Angels trod…
Bringing messages from Papa God.
Inhabiting your praises, the Angels draw near
To listen to your heart, so kind and sincere.
You feel the wind of their wings, as they flutter close by
And you began to sing joyful songs, not needing to know why.
You’re a friend to the Angels, they know you by name…
In the presence of your Savior, drawing near to him, they came…
To hear you worship, as he gives you your daily bread;
Loving Jesus and others too…brought the attention of the Angels, who,
Now, call you friend…
Being a friend of the Angels is an honor and a delight…
That comes only from staying in God’s glorious light…
To be a friend of the Angels…is a gift we can’t deny…
All because of Jesus, on a cross where he died…
The friendship of the Angel’s takes us to His precious side…
Faithful are the wounds of a friend…and in the end…
Love never dies!
~Marla Shaw O’Neill May 25, 2021
Hebrews 13:2 King James Version 2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
John 15:13 New International Version 13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.
Freedom’s Call
I received this poem from my Aunt Rose in honor of Memorial Day. Aunt Rose is 87, she loves the Lord and has inspires me all the time. I love her dearly. I hope you enjoy her writing and that you, too, will be encouraged and blessed as you read her poem.
Our women and men, so brave and true,
Fight for liberty for me and you.
Some gave much and some gave all~
Many answered to Freedom’s Call.
Now, they look up to the stars,
Memory brings back, freedom’s scars.
All of their buddies, left behind,
Who fought and died, for this country of mine.
With a tear in their eye and a
Hand on their chest…
They know in their heart; they did their best.
For America, the Home of the Brave, and
The Land of the Free…
That cost so much, for you and me.
Give a “Thank you,” when you have the chance,
To the ones who wore, a sharp crease
Pressed on their pants.
Tell them you appreciate, what they went through…
They make us proud of our colors, that never “run…”
The Grand Ole’ Flag, the Red, White and Blue.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
“May it Forever Wave”
Rosa L. Gandy, May 14, 2021
The Dream/Vision
Ok here we go…
This morning, May 20, 2021, I found myself in this dream only it was more like a vision. I was watching, pages and pages of names scrolling down faster and faster, like from a computer screen. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t make out any of the names. I knew the Holy Spirit was showing them to me and I tried to focus in on them but they were going by to fast…millions of names.
I squinted trying to read the names but they were too blurry and going by too fast. I watched as they just rolled on and on. Who are they Lord? Silence. Then scenes started flashing across the screen it was like a movie and then the narrator began to speak.
It will be difficult to relay all that transpired but I will try as best I can to write what I saw. I know this was a spiritual dream or vision because it was all about the Lord Jesus.
The scenes were like those of the movie Ben Hur, or like in times of a biblical historical movie. The Holy Spirit was the narrator.
There were flashes of Roman soldiers dragging Jesus through the streets. Holy Spirit began to speak.
He is no longer a babe in a manger, or the healer on the streets of Jerusalem and the surrounding areas. He isn’t the teacher on a mountain-side or in a boat, talking about hope and love. He is not feeding the five thousand with loaves and fishes. He’s not the compassionate savior talking about His heavenly father and how the Kingdom of God is at hand. He’s not the humble, lowly servant, being bound in a garden, beaten and mocked, striped of all dignity and slandered by his own people. He’s not the sacrificial lamb where, they tie him to a pole and rip his body with each stripe as the bones of a whip tear and cut through his back. He’s no longer nailed to a cursed tree, where he struggles to breathe. Knowing that one breath of life will soon be his last. It was a slow and painful, humiliating death. But this Jesus/Yeshua, (Hebrew name) gave his life freely, so that relationship could once more be restored between God and mankind. All the scenes of his life and the crucifixion flashed before my eyes. It was horrible and frightening.
Then…
Another scene began to unfold more frightening than anything I’ve ever seen.
I saw Jesus/Yeshua, with fury in his eyes and determination on his face…I heard these words… “There will be no more forgiveness. No more mercy.” This Yeshua, came with a vengeance. He came with his sword drawn. He, the Lion of Judah, was fierce and mighty and an army was with him. People began to scream and run. They were frantic and full of fear. There was no where they could hide. All those names on the screen I had seen flashing by were now the ones being destroyed.
You see God has given people years and years to accept His son. He’s sent his messengers to spread the Gospel message but many would not believe. They were still crucifying his son and letting evil rule in their hearts.
I didn’t want to write this message but I was compelled to write.
Because, right now, while we are living and breathing there is time. Time to come to the compassionate loving Christ. Jesus/Yeshua, the one who is drawing you by His Holy Spirit to come to him, and ask him to be the Lord and Savior of your life, only He, can give you eternal life. Right now, there is mercy and grace. But I’m telling you there is a time coming when it will be too late. When your last breath will come, your heart will stop and your time on the earth will be over.
If this scares you, I hope it does. I hope it scares the Hell out of you…because, maybe then, just maybe, you will cry out to Jesus/Yeshua, “Save me!”
You may say, “WOW, Marla that was incredible or you may say, you’re crazy.” That doesn’t matter to me. What does matter, is that I wrote it in obedience to God. I’m not saying when He’s coming, I’m only saying…He will come! Either way you will make a decision.
I pray that the Holy Spirit will draw you to Jesus/Yeshua, and you will say Yes to Him! Amen.
~Marla Shaw O’Neill May 20, 2021
There are Angels All Around Us
Angels came to visit today
Words of wisdom spoken in their way…
A message of hope so that you may know…
Life gets difficult but you will grow…
Tears, soften the heart…
Laughter, brings joy
Hope, keeps you going
Keep watch and even though
You may not understand God’s plan
Don’t grow weary, don’t give in…
Souls are watching, don’t fall, stand!
Your legacy will be as the stars in the heavens and the sand upon the seashore
You are called and chosen to live for the Lord!
Your story is unfolding open your mouth and speak
Jesus’ message is for the longing heart who seeks…
Not for glory or riches, not for material gain…
He’s looking for those who will stand strong and remain…
Steadfast, immovable,
Spirit and truth-worshipers, who never give up
Drinking from His Holy cup…
A cloud by day and a fire by night, the presence of the Living God
For all who are faithful, to the end of the age…
Angels came to visit today…
Behold! I bring you tidings of great joy!
Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid…
Be courageous, be humble, be brave!
~Marla Shaw O’Neill May 18, 2021
John 14:26-28 King James Version 26 But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.
27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
28 Ye have heard how I said unto you, I go away, and come again unto you. If ye loved me, ye would rejoice, because I said, I go unto the Father: for my Father is greater than I.
Luke 2:10-11 King James Version 10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
The Gift
The little boy was shoeless, with holes in his pants and shirt
And on each cheek, there were smears of sweat and dirt.
His eyes were full of sadness, he knew what it was to hurt!
Holding out a tiny cup, begging was all he knew,
Hungry and thirsty, what else could he do?
Alms, alms for the poor, words heard as he begged for more…
Shoved, ridiculed and ignored…
Until this day, when he heard someone say, “Look! It’s the Lord!”
Jesus came and took his hand, “Come walk with me a while.”
And for the first time in his life, the little boy began to smile.
He looked into the eyes of love, so gentle and without guile…
He walked and talked with Jesus, on the road for about a mile
They talked about how life was hard but he was not afraid.
The little boy was happy, joyful, courageous and brave.
Jesus said, “Child you’re a gift, sent from heaven,
Made by my Father’s own design
You’re made whole, you’re priceless, you’re one of a kind.”
Jesus washed the little boys face, put new sandals on his feet.
Dressed him with a brand-new robe, gave him fish and bread to eat.
Took him to the throne room; his Father God to meet.
The gift of life was given, to a son met on the street.
No longer hungry or thirsty, no disease or hurt or pain
This gift was given and the little boy gained…
New life in heaven with a brand-new name.
Gift, his name is Gift!
~Marla Shaw O’Neill, May 7, 2021
Matthew 19:14 King James Version
14 But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
Be Childlike
