� 2001-2006 by Shiloh
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all rightYes, another new layout. My 19th one, at least, that I've done myself for this journal. What can I say? *spreads hands* I like variety, or a certain amount of change in my "scenery." *a bit of a smile* My next layout was to be centered on Bast, the Egyptian cat goddess and my two cats, but I haven't been able to get my hands on a digital cam to take the desired pics--so that layout is on hold.
However, the current theme is one I've been wanting to do for awhile; it's just been half-forgotten on the back burner. It just kinda piece-mealed itself together (with no firm direction, really) bit by bit till today, when I spent most of the day tweaking it here...tweaking it there.
But, like you wanted to know that.
I did, however, find the perfect something to launch this new layout off. I can't remember where I found this, but it's been sitting in my Yahoo!'s Misc. folder almost as long as I've had the account with Yahoo! (six years).
I have never forgotten this from the first time I read it. Sometimes it has played back through my mind, at various times, and I have easily seen in my mind's eye a dark-haired angel watching me from on high, with a big leatherbound book braced open in one strong arm, writing with a quill in the other hand. I know somewhere up there an angel is recording my deeds, my thoughts, my compassion, my selfishness, my arrogance, my boldness, my pride, my humility. And I haveta tell you, I haven't been doing so hot in the last lil while. A lot of pages have remained blank.Eternal Ink I dreamed I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God's book.
He was writing so intently
I just had to take a look.It was not, at first, his writing
That made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle
That was marked Eternal Ink.This ink was most amazing,
Dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment
It became as clear as water.The angel kept on writing,
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange eternal ink.The angel took no notice,
But kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it
Till all its space was gone.I thought he wrote to no avail,
His efforts were so vain,
For he wrote a thousand pages
That he'd never read again.And as I watched and wondered that
This awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black
As it dried upon the line.The angel wrote and I thought I saw
A look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show
For all his earnest action.A line or two dried dark and stayed
As black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph
Became invisible to see.The book was getting fuller,
The angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with
Just a few words coming through.I knew there was some reason,
But as hard as I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance
Of that eternal ink.The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of his amazing task.And what I heard was frightful
As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me,
And this is what he said..."I know you stand and wonder
At what my writing's worth
But God has told me to record
The lives of those on earth."The book that I am filling
Is an accurate account
Of every word and action
And to what they do amount."And since you have been watching
I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal
Are the strict accounts of YOU."The Lord asked me to watch you
As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to church,
I saw you as you prayed."But I was told to document
Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold,
I wrote when you were meek."I recorded all your attitudes
Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write
The things that make God sad."So now I'll tell the wonder
Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery
Should make you stop and think."This ink that God created
To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of
Things that are eternal."So much of life is wasted
On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing,
Smudging ink and ugly blot,"I just keep writing faithfully and
Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide
What's useless and what's best."And God ordained that as I write
Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing
Will just disappear away."When books are opened someday,
As sure as heaven is true;
The Lord's eternal ink will tell
What mattered most to you."If you just lived to please yourself
The pages will be bare,
And God will issue no reward
For you when you get there."In fact, you'll be embarrassed,
You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself
In love to Jesus' Name."Yet maybe there will be a few
Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared,
Sincerely loved and prayed."But you will always wonder
As you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been
If only you'd done more."For I record as God sees,
I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written
With God's eternal ink."When I heard the angel's story
I fell down and wept and cried,
For as yet I still was dreaming.
I hadn't really died.And I said: "O angel, tell the Lord
That soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Jesus--
I'll do all for His dear sake."I'll give in full surrender;
I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin
And whatever isn't true."And though the way seems long and rough
I promise to endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things
That are holy, clean and pure."With Jesus as my helper,
I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Christ
For all eternity."And that's what really matters
When my life on earth is gone,
That I will stand before the Lord
And hear Him say, "Well done."For is it really worth it
As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize that God keeps books
With His eternal ink.Should all my life be focused
On things that turn to dust?
From this point on, I'll serve the Lord;
I can, I will, I must!I will NOT send blank pages
Up to God's majestic throne;
For where that record's going now
Is my eternal home.I'm giving all to Jesus
I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life
With God's eternal ink.~Author Unknown~
As Heather said just tonight, "Life is a lot of work..." And as the poem says: And though the way seems long and rough/I promise to endure. Last night, after talking to Abe--whom I rarely talk to anymore--I realized, all over again, I really want what the church teaches, what it offers. And what that really is is the gospel of Christ. I want the eternity and the happiness that come with it.
I better start filling my angel's book with things that matter, hadn't I?
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