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“WAS IT A GHOST”

 

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It was a cold dark,windy night, as I was walking home from a big day at school. The day started out cloudy with fog setting in, you could feel the morning mist, as it was time to rise and
head out for the day. Usually the weather is fairly nice this time of year, but today was just so gloomy and cold, for what ever reason only mother nature knows I guess.I never imagined I would encounter a “xtra terrestial type of event” so to speak, but it sure changed my mind on the supernatural world.

I had stayed late after school, had finished basketball practice and chatted with friends before heading out for home. the chill was starting to come in,clouds were getting grey, little wind picking up, but really no sighns of showers or lightning. My friend Ray had offered me a ride home but I told him, had things on my mind, needed to get my head clear, so he went on his way. I started out walking along appalloosa dr, with my backpack and headphones on, was listining to some classic rock, CCR was playing on the radio, my little classic walkman was handy for times like this.As I was coming near the intersection between alvin and appallosa dr., I heard a big crack in the sky, all of a sudden, like night and day, the sky turned black, light rain started to fall and my radio was fading in and out, but I did hear the weather man come in as he interupted the song and said that a mighty storm was heading near. ” Get out of the road,stay at home,or find some shelter because this ones a dandy folks”., he said, I was still about 10 miles from my house, so I decided to take a short cut, and head down alvin, instead of going straight on appolloosa dr, where I usually go to. it would save me about 2 miles. I never really went this way, I like the longer walk home because I am so used to the scenery and it gives me more time to finish my workout, I walk or sometimes jog home, at a fairly fast pace, so I started out on alvin, running fairly fast, but the wind was blowing harder and my breath was taking in too much air at the pace I was running,

 

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All of a sudden rain started falling and it turned into hail,”shit, what the hell,” I yelled, as small balls of ice started to hit cars and break windows, I darted down the street and really couldn’t see, the storm must have taken out the power to the city, it was pitched dark,rainy,and getting colder.
to make matters worse I didn’t really didn’t have anything but my tang top, covered with my sweatshirt, thank God I had a hooded one, so I put on my hood, hands in my pocket ,all soaked and prayed I make it home soon.

I must have taken a wrong turn,cause I did not reconize this street,with all that was going on,and the weather like it was, pitched dark, I never realized I went off course, The rain was harder now, but the hail had stopped, I was walking and running at times, but had my head down, cause the rain was hitting me in the face, due to the wind, so here I was, not really sure what street I was on, so as I looked around the pitched black neighborhood,trying to see something or building I reconized, there was this light!, I darted towards it,as I got closer the light was bigger, and there it was, this old style house, had steel gates on it, it was in a coda sack, I never knew this was there, hell I didn’t care, I needed to get out of this rain, it was creepy, the gate was swinging back and forth, so I entered it, the light for some reason was the only one in that house, it must have been in the upper rooms, cause it looked almost like a mid size castle, haunted house, the kind you see in the movies, well I headed up the stariways, wooden, and they creaked as I went up, I was scared, i will admit, hell I was only 12, and faced with this damn storm.,anyways the door was unlocked, so I entered in, taking a big gulp of my own saliva, as I entered.

 

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As soon as I was in..the door SLAMMED, shut, scared me to death, I tried to open it, but no luck, it must have jammed or something, so I was looking around, shivering from being wet from the storm, had to get some heat somehow, and started to look around for a fire place, I didn’t even realize if someone was here, it looked abonded. everything was covered with white sheets in one big room, and there were old paintings on the wall, spider webs were all up in the ceilings, this was definitly a real life haunted house, now I was really scared, I yelled with my tweaky little voice that sounded like a mouse, ” hhello, anybody here?”, hoping at least someone else was here besides me, no one answered, ” Hello, I yelled a little louder,as I cleard my throat,anybody home?” still no answer, so I started to walk around the house, As you walk in the front door, it had a long hallway, and there was a room about 10 ft, on the left, it had a arch, and must have been the living or family room, it was fairly big, but no fireplace..so I headed down more, and at the end of the hallway,was another room , must have been the kitchen, again, no doors,just arches, I took a peak and seen the long dining room table sourrounded by big wooden chairs.before you reached the kitchen there was another room on the right, on the left was the stairway that almost looked liked it reached the sky, it was curvy and kept going up, as i walked into the room, I seen the fireplace, “THANK GOD”, I said to myself as I walked up to it, no wood, so decided to look around for some.

 

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Then I head it, sounded like chains dragging on the floor, the sound was coming from upstairs, I heard it above me, I headout of the room and looked up the stairway, againts my better judment I head up them.as I reached the top, there was that light I seen from the street, in one of the rooms, man, this could be a motel, had rooms on the left and right of me, and a long wooden hallway, the light was shining in a room at the end of the hallway, When I reached the room, turned the knob, shaking, from fright, not cold, it made a creaky sound as I opened it,but the room was pitched dark, no light no sighns of nothing, Now I was really scared, I darted down the stairs,towards the door I came in.”.hell with this crap,!” I said as I pulled on the door knob, cold or not Im outta here, the door would not budge..”SHIT, HOLLY CRAP, GET ME OUT OF HERE” I was yelling, as I was pulling viciously on the door knob now,pounding at the door, My breath was was hard,heartbeat racing frantically and my hand hurt..I stopped and just stayed there for a minute, resting on the floor as as I slid down onto my butt, knees bent and my head covered with my hands..thinking to myself, ” WAS IT A GHOST?”.

Just as I caught my breath, I heard the chains again, dragging, only this time it was coming from the family room!..I could see the light getting brighter, as I got up and strarted to run away from it, down the hallway, but as I ended up in front of the stairway, I heard a door slam it was coming from the kitchen, Againts my better judgment I ran towards it, As I entered the kitchen, and went around the dining table there was the door. it was locked, There on the floor next to the door, on the left was a picture, I picked it up and there was a soldier on a horse in a knights armor, looked really cool, this picture was old,and looked very expensive, The frame was made of thick wood with carvings on it. the funny thing is the man on the horse had a ball and chain in one hand,The handle was iron,or metal,couldn’t really tell, it was connected to a thick chain that was long enough to reach the floor from his hand, At the end of the chain was a big steel ball with spikes on them,, The horse was also covered with silver light armor,

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I was admiring the the picture, I heard the sound again, this time, it was coming from one of the rooms upstairs,I must have fogotten how scared I was, cause I was not scared anymore, I walked up the stairs slowly, the sound was from the same room as before, as I reached the doorway, trying to sneak up quietly, I slowly turned the knob, when I felt the door was opened , the light was still shining and I heard the chain dragging, I THRUSTED THE DOOR OPEN AS FAST AS I COULD, hoping to catch him by surprise, but again as the door was opened, nothing, no sound,no light, no chains,,NOTHING!, I heard someone at the front door, it was being pryed open, as I darted down the stairway, I seen a flashlight shining at me,,”Ralph, is your name Ralph”, the voice yelled, it was a police officer, “Yea, my name is Ralph,”, “:We found him” he yelled behind him, My mom came running in,crying, and just wrapped her arms around me..thanking God I was ok,,by then the house was sourrounded by people, I didn’t realize it, but I must have been there all night, cause it was sunny outside,and there was no rain anymore, As I was walking out of the house with my mom, I seen the picture again, this time it was in front of the door on the right, I picked it up and there it was,..the same man staring at me, on the horse,

Wow, what a night They let me take the picure home with me, and I asked my mom how they knew where I was, she told me that they were looking around the neiborhood and when they came to the corner of apppallosa and alvin,,they found my walkman, so they just started looking around there and heard doors slamming as they approached the house, or mansion..

Driving away in the police car, I looked back and there was kept thinking to myself, ” WAS IT A GHOST?”.

NEVER SATISFIED

imagesHave you ever wondered why some of us are never satisfied with what we have. When it rains, we ask for summer. When summer heat is here, we pray for rain, or fall. I bet God scratches his head at times when we do this, and probalbly thinks how ungrateful we really are.
Last week I came down to visit some family whom I don’t live far from,about hour away, but still is hard at times to get down and see them when I want, and love to spend time with them, but
after few days pass by, I just am so ready to go back home, and get back to my life there. It’s not
that I am tired or annoyed with them, It’s just we are all set in our own ways, at home we have our
way of doing things,relaxing,cooking,cleaning,etc, and when we visit or stay with family or friends
as much as we enjoy the time with them, there comes that certain feeling in us and we say, ” just can’t wait to get back home,” and be able to relaxe on my own bed,watch my t.v, cook in my own
kitchen. It’s human nature, we are natually built that way, I guess.
The funny thing with that, is when we do get back home, in our groove, doing our thing, after
while, we are back doing that thing again, ” just can’t wait to get away for awhile, I need another
vacation.” and the cycle starts all over again…like I say We are funny people.
I have learned to be very appreciative of the times that I do spend with my family,especially,
my mother,I know of friends that no longer have their mother or father with them anymore,and they
let me know how much they miss them so, I am very blessed and fortunate to have both my parents..My blood father, is gone,but my stepfather is still with my mother, and when I see them we
share such great moments such , laugh,drink,cry,and other emotions that came to us daily as we
visited. and thru all that I am truly grateful for the memories,and wouldn’t trade those times for anything.
so next time you are visiting family, just remember there will come a time when those
times will be no more, we all are here for little while then we die, that is the cycle of life,but while
we are here, and for those of us who have our parents still, charish them, and enjoy each and
every moment, because they will never come again. Even though we are ready to go home after
such a great visit,it is so hard to say goodby to them and at that moment wish we could’ve stayed
just a little longer.

CHARISHED MEMORIES

Today as I was down, visiting family and friends,
My mind took me back, of things of yesteryear,
Remembering the good times, and bad times,again.
Laughing and crying, and thinking, so glad I am here.

I thank you so much Lord, to you I make a toast,
Giving me this opportunity, for those I charish most,
I have to count my blessings, each and every day,
Every time I close my eyes, As I start to pray.

Dads, are the ones, who fix things when they break,
Moms, are very special, they are our heart and soul,
Sisters are the ones, who help mom cook and bake,
While brothers are the ones, who says ” for goodness sakes.”

We Laugh and cry, as we remember family we have lost,
Making new memories with the family we have now,
Helping each other, in times of need, no matter the cost,
Never giving up on them, or throwing in the towel.

Smelling mama’s cooking, as we walk into the kitchen,
Slapping our hands, as we dip our fingers for a licken,
Dad outside, cleaning the yard around the house,
Our kids running all over, who love to scream and shout.

Taking pictures and videos of all our family and friends,
Cherishing the memories, hoping they would never end.
The sad part is when we kiss and say our goodby’s,
Holding mom the most, as she blesses us and cry’s.

These are the best times, we should truly cherish most,
Hoping that God would allow us to see each other again,
To God, family and friends to you I make a toast
These memories forever in my heart, until the very end.

how close are you to God?

 

  The other day I was thinking, about a man who I seen years back, walking the streets
with a cross on his back, and I don’t know why that thought came to me at that time.
But as I kept thinking, this thought came to me., when jesus said, pick up your cross And follow me, in this mans mind, he must have truly believed that God meant to literally make a wooden cross and do as he did when he died for our sins.

    Now I don’t believe that’s what that interpretation meant, if so..the apostles wouldl have been the first to do it, after all, jesus reavealed the truth and interpretations to them first right?. Now, We all have our own interpretations to scriptures in the bible,and many have argued and still debate over some of them today. I believe, that there is truly only one interpretation to every verse written in the bible.. but also that got me thinking, How close am I to God..I think I am so far from God myself, that I am like one of those people that heard Jesus sermons and gathered around, but was way in the back trying to make his way to the front row, just to get a glimpse of him and not like the woman that held the hem of his garment, to me, that is pretty close, and why was she the only one to have had such a great experience like that, imagine, here is the man, who heald the sick, raised the dead, walked on water, preached his word, with true interpretations before it was ever written on scrolls or paper.

  What I do believe, is that when we as born again believers in Crist, first felt the spirit of God in our hearts..We at that time,,were right there as the woman was..at the hem of his garment. And when Jesus said “ pick up your cross and follow me”, he wanted us to know we are going to do what he commands,and follow his word, and live for him, because he introduced himself to us, in spirit.

    Many things get in the way with our walk with God,and we slip away from the front row and start to fall back in the crowd. And before we know it, we are way in the back. This is my interpretation of “ Backsliding”, we let the love we had at that moment get swallowed up by the weary darts of the devil himself,. I do know that I feel his spirit all the time and sometimes when I get down on my knees and humble myself, I am right there at the hem of his garment..and he assures me that everthing is going to be allright,. I get up. And feel so liberated and free and all my pain, heartache, depression, and every other feeling I felt before I came to him..was taken.

   Thank You Jesus,,for that..so this is my way..to let u know that no matter what u go thru just humble yourself, get down on your knees..because when we kneel before God, that is showing respect, and humbleness, I am not saying u can’t pray standing up, or in the car, or wherever your at..what I am saying is if u pray this way..by yourself ..and talk with him this way..U will get up from that encounter and be a ready for the day..and if u have bad knees.do it in a wheelchair whatever it takes..just get in tune with him..and u will be glad u did,…THIS IS HOW WE PRAY..PEOPLE..have a great day..

 

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