The Witness


Guardian Angel

It was late as she sat at the desk cluttered with notebooks, little bits of paper, and pens. She was tired and wondered why she didn’t just turn everything off, slide into bed, and drift away. Last night it was well past two before she unplugged her computer and turned out the lights.

Why does she do that? He mused. Why not go to bed when she feels tired? He watched her as he always did. He, her guardian angel, was never more that a couple of feet away from her at any given time. Sometimes he was even closer. But that was only when there was an imminent threat from the evil one. He stroked her hair and whispered, “You need your rest little one.”

She suddenly felt very weary. Reaching for the mouse she clicked on the red dot at the top left of her screen. The page she was on faded. She placed the arrow over the little black apple. The computer was still in the shutting-down process when she was startled to see a figure behind her mirrored on the screen. He was beautiful. A bright golden glow emanated from him and he seemed to be smiling one of those Mona Lisa type smiles.

She sat there in the silence; then said, “I’ve always known you were there, but I never thought I’d ever see you.”

He straightened his shoulders and tucked in his enormous wings.

“What’s it like looking after me?” She laughed. “I keep you on your toes don’t I? Honestly, you’ve no need to be here. I’m in no danger.” She watched him on the screen. He looked miffed. He raised his hands and arms and started floating upwards and backwards. As he moved she noticed many more creatures mirrored on the black screen. None of them beautiful. She watched menacing faces contort with a hatred unknown to those created in God’s image. Terrified she covered her face with her hands and prayed. Peace washed over her, she lowered her hands. He had returned.

He stood behind her and without saying a word told her, “You need your rest little one. Tomorrow the battle continues, and you will need your strength.”

She stood, pushed her chair back, gathered her papers together, placed them in a bright orange folder, wrapped the elastic around it and shoved it into her already overstuffed bag. “Goodnight, my friend. Thank you for watching over me.”

He followed her to the bedroom.

Her badge lay on the bedside table along with her gun and ID card. Lillian Elliott — Special Investigator — United Nations War Crimes Commission.


For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; Psalm 91:11



The Witch, The Warlock, And the Lukewarm Church (The Invisible War)


(Author’s note: This is a spiritual battle to which the church is oblivious. Ephe 6:12   For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.)

Red Coat Witch









“I’m going home,” said witch to warlock, picking up her broom.

“You said it’d be a blast,” she griped, soaring round the room.

Her hair in waves behind her, like blackened stormy swells

Swept dust and cobwebs clean away from windows, walls, and shelves


Round and round the little church the witch in anger flew

While the lukewarm and the sleepy sat comfy in their pews

The warlock whistled heartily for hornets, wasps, and bees

And bats of every ilk amassed on roof and trees 


Round and round the demons flew spewing savage vile

Their hatred ever-growing, their anger hellish wild

But then from near the altar came sound like fiery sword

A little widow woman was sending up the Word


“No weapon forged against us shall stand or bring us down!

For the Lord our God is with us, and He wears the Victor’s crown

Each knee shall bow before Him, confessing He is Lord!

You devils are defeated, thus says the Living Word!”


The ghoulish screams of agony increased as angels warred

Wielding swords of holy fire from well of God’s own Word

The pastor peeked his head out from behind his plush gold chair

To see if it was safe to leave, but demons were still there


As angels fought, and widow prayed, the folks in pews felt stirred

Then someone started singing, We Bless The Risen Lord!

And one by one the fiery flames fell as at pentecost

Then witch and warlock bent their knees and bowed before the cross 


“We’re sorry for our lives of sin and for our wicked ways.

Save us holy father, and we’ll serve you all our days!”

But God, the Holy Spirit, had heard their lies before

The warlock and his wicked witch fell prostrate on the floor


He showed them, via great big screen, their lives of sin and shame

And their wicked hearts still filled with hate for Name above all Names

They writhed as serpents in a fire, and squealed vile blasphemies

Then floor of church turned portal now they burn eternally 


The little church sits sleeping as pastor monotones

But the little widow fills the gap and quietly battles on.

Worth Less?


There was a little donkey, left starving by the way

He couldn’t even walk no more, he couldn’t even bray

The man who used to beat him, tripped and bumped his head

The man who used to kick him, had gone and dropped down dead


That man arose to heaven, where he saw the holy host

Angels, Serphs, and Cherubs, and God, the Holy Ghost

Then fear like darkness baring death, descended on his soul

And that man who kicked his donkey, fell down a fiery hole


There was a little donkey, left dying by the road

He lay there barely breathing, beneath his heavy load

When Light appeared up in the sky, and warmed him through and through

And summer rain like mama’s love,  fell soft as morning dew


He raised his eyes to see a man, now kneeling by his side

And felt ashamed at his poor lot, he wanted so to  hide

A gentle hand caressed his back, and life coursed through his veins

The next he knew he was on his feet, and free from choking reins


“I need you little donkey, to fulfill a prophecy.

Are you willing little donkey, to bare and carry me? “

The donkey brayed and nodded, and with heart so full of  love

He bowed before the gentle man, and praised the Lord above


Now, you know this little donkey, this humble little ass

He’s the one who carried Jesus, through the city’s cheering mass

And just like him you may be one, all beat and left for dead 

And thoughts of total worthlessness, are all that’s in your head


Take another look at donkey, he wasn’t what he seemed

Man and world tossed him aside, but Christ himself redeemed

Ne’er think my friend that you’re a waste, you’re not a throw-away

He made you in His image, He made you for today


And none can know your actual worth, not you, nor any man

Though, your name is writ in bright red blood, in palm of His own hand.


Spirits and Angels – The Spirit of Truth


It’s amazing the things that we cannot see or know that we readily, nay, heartily accept. Many in this world have problems accepting that there is a Holy Spirit. Namely, The Spirit of Truth, and yet they have no problem accepting that there are ‘spirit’ guides and helpful ‘angels.’

These spirit guides and helpful angels are wooed and sought after with regularity in hopes of prosperity, elevation, and light. Of course we all want to hear from the other side! They have access to everything, and see all, and know all. But, do they know all? Can they really see all?  And do they care for our well-being and peace? Are they good-guys?

What about the Spirit of Truth? Most folk ridicule the very notion of a Holy Spirit. I find that fascinating. There seems to be something instinctive in man pushing against the knowledge of the Holy Spirit as naturally as it pushes against the notion that pigs fly, and yet, delights completely in the belief of spirit guides and angels. Hmm? What’s the difference between those spirits and angels and the Spirit of Truth? Well, I’m glad you asked.

Those lovely spirit guides and angels will tell us what we want to hear. Yes, you are going to meet the love of your life! Yes, you are going to come into great wealth!, Yes, your old Pappa/Mama/Gran is happily watching you from heaven! And be careful not to get on the number 26 on a Friday! I could go on but you get my drift. The fact they can describe the character and actions of those gone before us or tell us what we did last Thursday only confirms their authenticity and power. But should that cause us to trust these entities are friends interested in our well-being and peace? 

And what about this Holy Spirit, this Spirit of Truth; what does He do? “And He, when He is come, will convict the world in respect of sin, and of righteousness, and of Judgement.” John 16:8.  Now, who wants to be reminded of all the bad things they’ve done or are doing? No one! So, we turn away from the Spirit of Truth, and run to those spirits who are more understanding and who give us exactly what we pay for. They make us feel good. Where’s the harm in that?

Well, I could quote you chapter and verse, but I won’t. I’ll just say, that not only is the Spirit of Truth the Convictive He is also the Guide, Comforter, Counselor, Helper, and Friend who loves us and stays with us always. See John chapter 14.

Finally let’s not forget  that Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. 2 Cor 2-14.  So, that wonderful spirit or angel guiding us into a rosy future might, just possibly, be old Lucifer himself. Buahahahahaha!


Angels, Visions, and Warnings


My wee (younger) cousin Mary shared this photo on social media this morning and it got me to thinking about angels.  I’ve seen angels with my own eyes in broad-day-light so I know they exist but, when I see angels portrayed like these, with wings, it makes me question the validity of the photographs.

I do not believe angels have wings, they don’t need them. They are spirit. Spirits do not need wings to travel. I believe the masters of old depicted the angels in their paintings and drawings with wings because it was one of the few ways to show the difference between man and angels.

And now you are wondering about my seeing angels.  :-) For those who are wondering I’m going to share the story.

At the time I was friends with a woman who was going through a very tough time in her life. She was in much pain and heartache. I, as a friend and a Christian, was doing my best to help her get through her day. I would listen to her, try to give her advice, and just generally be there for her. I never thought about whether what I was saying or doing was right or wrong.

I usually went home for lunch every day and this one day I’d made myself a sandwich and some tea and I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my lunch and reading. At some point I realized I was not alone. To my right, exactly where the kitchen becomes the sitting-room, stood two angels. They were male, blond, wore white robes, and stood side by side. I was petrified beyond words.

The feeling that overcame me was like that of passing-out. I felt that I was falling backwards into an abyss. And then I was in a vision. In the vision I saw myself and my friend. We both had on blindfolds. In this vision I was leading my friend to a door and I was opening the door for her.

When I came out of the vision I felt even more terrified because I had no doubt that the scripture verse about the blind leading the blind was the message the angels were giving me. In my ignorance I was hindering and not helping another and it was so bad that God sent angels to stop me! I decided it would be better for me, and more especially for her, if I just listened rather than offer her any further advice.

Cartoon Gospels - Tripping Out?


The verse about the blind leading the blind comes from Matthew 15:14. In the 15th chapter of Matthew Jesus is speaking with his disciples about the Pharisees, the religious rulers at the time. The Pharisees were questioning the disciples holiness because they didn’t wash their hands before they ate. To which Jesus responded, it is not what goes in to his mouth but what comes out of it that makes the man clean or unclean because out of the heart comes all sorts of evil.

The disciple asked Jesus, do you know you offended them when you said it’s what comes out of their hearts that makes them unclean? Jesus replied… if a blind man leads a blind man, both will fall into a pit.

Even though my intentions were Christian and pure and of genuine concern for my friend I got it wrong. Sad to say I’m still impulsive and reactive rather than wise and cautious. I still get it wrong. How I wish God would just be done with it and go ahead and make me perfect. But then I suppose I’d miss this whole exciting journey called life.

Bread of Angels,
made the bread of men;
The Bread of heaven
puts an end to all symbols:
A thing wonderful!
The Lord becomes our food:
poor, a servant, and humble.
We beseech Thee,
Godhead One in Three
That Thou wilt visit us,
as we worship Thee,
lead us through Thy ways,
We who wish to reach the light
in which Thou dwellest.


Carol and Jane: The Sunny Side of Life

you are special

Carol and Jane are just two of the many wonderful Carers who help take care of our mother. There are: Nicola, Ruth, Carol, Carol, Angela, Ann, Rita, Katy, Cathy, and I know I’ve forgotten some names, but I wanted to concentrate on the two Nutters Carol and Jane today. 

Jane, the taller of the two, (and while still a youngster. Ha!   :-) ) has started taking hot flashes so at times looks downright purple. Carol, the not so taller of the two, likes to tell jokes, wear Wellies, go hiking-hills and walking. They are both a breath of joyous fresh air in a world of hurt and pain.

Every morning at eight-thirty my mother hears them calling, “Good Morning, Margaret!” as they come in the front door. Then with love and good-cheer they help her out of bed, (most times while singing her a song) help her in to the shower, bathe her, dress her, and give her breakfast. They share jokes, and songs, and as many cuddles as my mother wants. Nothing is ever too much for these two beautiful souls.

Why am I telling you about Jane and Carol? Because I love them. I love them for their unfailing kindness, for their patience, for their care and concern for my mother. I love them because even though it can be a very tough, and sometimes heartbreakingly painful job they have, they are always the same, loving, caring, cheerful, fun, and hard-working women. I love them because when they are on the job I/we can rest assured our mother is in good hearts. 

My mother adores these two Angels. Every morning they leave her beaming, and as fresh as a daisy, happily sitting in her chair. Then its cuddles all round ‘again’ and they are off to take care of their next client.

There are no words to express the depth of our thanks for these two, beautiful, wonderful, gracious, women. They are a blessing we know comes straight from the heart of God. Thank you God for Carol and Jane; for two truly amazing human beings, and deeply caring souls. They are dearly loved and cherished. xx



On an aside note I tried umpteen times to find a video where the folk singing, Keep on the Sunny Side were actually smiling as they sang, but their faces were all tripping them!  Ah tell you wit! I’ve laughed off at least a couple of those stubborn pounds this morning.    :-)

Random Thoughts

Heaven is real.

There are angels (sent to help us) constantly flitting between heaven and earth.

As ugly as we can be, and are, God still loves us.

Take heart it’s not over yet.

You can begin again.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new start, another chance.

Don’t despair.

You can throw off the old and put on the new.

Just ask for the help you need.

And never give up believing all things are possible!

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