It was a deep wound,
Intended to bring death,
Inflicted by the spear,
Of a Roman Soldier.
Gaping open,
It released blood and water.
The blood of the new covenant,
The water of the Holy Spirit,
Yet to come.
The precious liquids,
Oozing to the surface,
Were the precious nutrients,
To give food and strength,
To the nation to come.
Inside that wound,
Deep in the side of my Savior,
The wound Satan meant for evil,
God planted a seed,
A bud,
A grafted nation,
A place for me.
That wound,
And the seed inside,
Were anointed with myrrh,
With aloes, and with spices.
Wrapped so carefully,
With the finest linen,
Preparing a cleft,
Of most Holy foundation,
For the Gentile to join,
God’s chosen.
Then came the moment,
When the linens were left,
In the shape of a man,
But hollow and unaltered,
As a message of release.
The moment when Christ,
With the grafted children,
Tucked safely beneath his arm,
Faced Satan and conquered death.
Now this nation,
Birthed in the side of Christ,
As Eve was birthed,
In the side of Adam,
Sat in communion,
At the right hand of God.
Guided forth,
Performing greater miracles,
Exhibiting greater power,
Flowing in the Holy Spirit,
The seed branched forward.
Inside that graft,
With its roots entwined,
Deep into the Master,
There is a leaf,
Turning to the Son,
Preparing to break forth,
And follow the way,
Set forth by Him.
It’s just one leaf,
Of the many branches,
Just one small part,
Of a mighty tree.
But on that leaf,
Is a name,
And that name belongs,
To ME.
Linda J. Humes 
Thank you for sending a link to your blog again. Life gets hectic and its rush here and there that to spend time on the computer when I have so much to do seems sad… But I have this computer and I do check my emails while I have my cup of coffee in the morning.. I wake up extra early so I can enjoy the mornings before the day takes over and I’m again running here and there. I can relate to a lot of your stories. I don’t think I could drive in a big city again. We have 2 stop lights also.. 1 main road and 25+ miles between towns of course here there is only land on 3 sides of us so if we are going to head west we would get wet and if we were to head east we would have to travel on logging roads that are all dirt and dangerous so we go north and south all the time.. 🙂 no freeways. only during tourist time do we have a traffic problem the rest of the time its nice and peaceful.
I enjoy reading your stories. Some I have read before. I know you will enjoy blogging. I loved it when I was with a certain site. It was part of the self improvement process and I found it very satisfying to get my thoughts out and to read others thoughts and ideas…
Please take care… enjoy your self.. Love Ronie
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Thank you Sis – I sure miss you. I’m sure you can relate to many of the writings – we spent the first part of our lives together. 🙂 I think you were 16 when I married and you and the family moved back to CA from AZ. Not only do we share childhood memories, but our mannerisms and culture are basically the same. You relate to things much the way I do. That’s one of the awesome things God does for family – special bonding.
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