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Thursday, September 29, 2005
Children are a Blessing

The other day, my 10 year old decided to copy a drawing that her

older sister did
some years back. It made me think of how people

often learn by watching others.
Who is watching you? Can they see

Jesus in your life?
Do you share His love around? Remember,

sometimes the simplest things can bring the greatest reward.

One wise thing spoken in love, can bring the greatest joy.

One act of kindness can say far more than any words.

One soul saved, brings meaning to it all.

May the Lord bless you as you share His light around.
posted by Rulan at 3:24 PM | Permalink | 7 comments
Saturday, September 24, 2005
No sadder cry

There is no sadder cry

than a voice that no one hears

there is no sadder moment

than the time when no one cares

lift up your voice and call to God

for in the time of trial

He alone can share your pain

and walk with you the mile

all hurts He carries with you

all pain He gladly bares

He is the prince of peace

and He will always care.
posted by Rulan at 3:40 PM | Permalink | 15 comments
Friday, September 23, 2005
Amazing things
Did you know that slavery is still alive in these days?

My dear friend is doing a great work with spreading the word about

Arise. God is doing amazing things in that country. These last

few weeks, David
has been telling the true story of a slave boy who

was rescued and set free.

Please go and read about it at David’s blog
The Curmudgeon's Rant
posted by Rulan at 10:16 AM | Permalink | 2 comments
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Land that I love

A cool, clear stream filled with trout and winding its way through the bush. Such a peaceful place.

I took this photo over near Te Aroha from a farm where we once worked. I love clouds and these looked so soft and fluffy.

Don't really know why I posted this old painting of mine, except that I love the beach and this is once of my first attempts at using oils.
posted by Rulan at 10:59 AM | Permalink | 4 comments
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Hats? Who wears Hats?

This was me in my early twenties, riding a, um...err... horse?

This post is a spur of the moment thing.

Because I had written in my novel about my characters chasing

seagulls on horseback, a dear
friend chuckled and said that us kiwi’s

must wear hats as protection against dive-bombing birds.

Well, I had to smile about that. So, here I am a few years back,

at the beach wearing the above
mentioned hat.
posted by Rulan at 10:58 AM | Permalink | 4 comments
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
You ever felt lonely?
New Zealand native bush is so lovely to walk through.

No snakes or dangerous animals, only the
song of birds

and the gurgle of streams. The air is cool and refreshing,

dappled light filters
through the trees.

Incase you're wondering, I'm the one hiding behind the camera.

The trees in this photo are
young Kauri and have a long way to grow.

I bit like me I guess.
posted by Rulan at 1:04 PM | Permalink | 4 comments
Monday, September 12, 2005
Too far away

The sea separates friends and holds them at bay.

How can we cross it?

How can friends shake hands?

How can those who have never met, touch the life of another?

How can our Lord walk upon the sea?

All of these are mysteries to me.

Yet I know in my heart, such things can be done

when all things flow in the light of God’s Son.
posted by Rulan at 4:24 PM | Permalink | 7 comments
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Rose light of dawn

In awe, I stand on the decking, mug of hot tea in my hands.

These are moments I treasure.

These are the times I love.

Breath hangs in the still morning chill.

Purple black clouds grow lighter

The sun slowly ascends.

Ghost black trees silhouette

Clouds burn blood red

Mist of pink lifts higher then magically turns to gold.
posted by Rulan at 12:22 PM | Permalink | 7 comments
Friday, September 02, 2005
One night I had a dream


These words blazed in my heart as I awoke from my dream.

I will always remember that dream. It inspired my first novel.

In the dream, I saw a group of people walking in the early morning light. They had traveled a long way in order to catch the only boat that could take them to the new land.

A young man trailed behind them. Burdened with a heavy load, he stumbled many times.

They reached the top of the last hill, just as the sun began to rise. Sunlight danced on the oceans waters as they began their descent to the sea.

On an old wooden wharf, they were at last able to rest. While the others gathered together to wait, the young man sat on his own.

The boat took a long time in coming and the young man began to doze. As the day slipped by, deep sleep pulled him down and he never heard the boat arrive.

Great joy filled the group as they boarded the shiny white vessel and no one noticed that one was missing. The boat sailed across the sea as the sun began to set.

Alone on the wharf, the young man remained to face the horrors of darkness.

Matthew 25:1-13 tells the parable of the wise and foolish virgins.

Are you ready for that day when the Lord calls His people home? I pray that you are, for no man knows the hour or the day.
posted by Rulan at 2:04 PM | Permalink | 7 comments