When a chapter ends a story

This is a new poem I wrote. I hope you like it!

When a chapter ends a story

When a chapter ends a story,
a swimmer dives from a diving board,
into a deep ocean of gardenia petals,
until the sun sets at the horizon,
and the night falls in love with the dawn.

The love of a hundred puppies,
is so much more than life alone.
How overwhelming the Light is,
in the midnight sky.

When a chapter ends a story,
the writer provides another book.

Love is free of charge.
Joy is a gift of undeniable love,
but receiving is a choice,
left for the receiver.

A silver heart necklace around your neck,
is a reminder of eternal gratitude.
And the postcard view of destiny,
a solid proof of Paradise.

Jerusalem

A couple of years ago I sat down with Revelations 21 and turned it into a poem. The reason I did this is my love for God the Father, Jesus and Heaven. With all the visions that God showed me in my mind, the words of Revelation 21 are simply amazing. There is such hope and beauty in these words. One day God will establish a new Jerusalem where there will always be peace and love. Isn’t that something to look forward to?
That day we will all be living with Jesus and God the Father in this gorgeous paradise. Personally I can’t wait! This perspective inspired these words. And I hope that it will inspire you too.

Jerusalem

 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Dear city made of gold.
Your doors of pearl,
they shine so bright,
it’s more than can behold.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
descending from above,
dressed like a bride,
your mighty glow,
is bringing me God’s love.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
with gemstones you are dressed,
you give us peace,
We praise the Lord,
For He has made you blessed.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
No longer can we wait,
Let’s change our hearts,
and praise the Lord,
before it is too late.

Daughter of God

This blog is another piece of my story. It started in January, when I was 29 years old. That one particular afternoon I was contemplating life. After my whole story had played like a film through my mind, I said to God, “Why did all of this happen to me? Why did you give me this life?” I didn’t close my eyes or fold my hands, I didn’t sit in a specific praying position, none of that. All I did was look up, with my eyes wide open and from speak from the deepest bottom of my heart. Not expecting an answer, I was very surprised when I did receive one. I heard an audible voice, the same one I heard in the past, who said, “God’s daughter, daughter of God”. That’s it.

All over the new testament, it is written that through Jesus Christ, through His sacrifice, we are called Children of God. Since I am a christian, I believe all that. However, I felt as if God was taking one more step. As if He wanted to say, “Yes, you are my child through Jesus, but you are also really my child”. Myself, I did not want to go that far. I could believe that I was a sinner saved by grace, but not that I was God’s own child. So I dismissed God’s words to me. All I was willing to accept out of His words was, that my life went the way it did because I was a follower of Jesus, a child of God through the cross. Nothing more, nothing less.

In April however I got a vision. One that completely overwhelmed me. I saw a green place. Green grass, green trees with green bushes in front of it. It was a secluded place with a long white (French garden style) table, with at the head tree chairs. I saw myself sitting on one side, on a chair. I looked different. My face seemed to glow, as if it was giving light, my eyes were brown, instead of blue/grey. My hair was dark brown, instead of grey/blond, and I had a fringe (which I haven’t had since I was a child!) and curlier hair than my straight hair now. My lips seemed a little thinner. My body frame was more petite. I cannot explain it really. It looked like me but at the same time I looked completely different. However I did recognize myself. I thought, I looked stunning. I was smiling and looked so happy. In fact, I looked so perfect that I didn’t know what to do with it. I felt to much of a sinner to be that girl. I guess in a way, I felt ashamed of myself. So I shook my head and pushed the vision, that God gave me, away. God showed me the way that He sees me, but somehow I wasn’t ready to accept that.

Throughout the following months I would get more visions and poems from God. Visions that felt like memories that were stored in my mind long before I was born. I had a vision about God creating the planets. I saw exactly what materials He used to create them. I saw a waterfall that is located somewhere in Heaven. The waterfall streams down from a giant rock into a small lake. I saw the city (The New Jerusalem) that has a small stream on either side with willows beside the streams. I saw a particular animal that doesn’t exist here on earth, a dear but than it was full-grown as big as a baby-deer. I saw a secluded garden with stone walls around it, which felt like a centre of peace, with rose trees. You know those little rose bushes but these rose trees were as tall as a apple tree. And it had a small fountain at the centre, with a bench (old roman style), where you could sit down and enjoy the serenity of the moment. and I saw many more. I never talked about it with anyone, not even my parents. Some I wrote down in poetry, some I didn’t write down at all and some were stored in my heart where it felt safe.

In November I was on the internet searching for names and their meaning. For some reason I have always been curious about that. For example, the name Gineke means Queen. Haha, who new! My parents certainly did not when they chose my name!
This time I was searching Hebrew names. I had found a list and started with the letter A. When I came to the names beginning with the letter B, the name Batyah jumped out right away. The meaning of the name Batyah is, God’s daughter, daughter of God. At that moment it didn’t hit me, but a few months later, in January, it did. It was exactly a year (12 months) ago when God had spoken to me. That day I suddenly put all the pieces together. Batyah was exactly what God had told me a year before. Batyah is me.

Think of it whatever you want. For me, it took me another 7 months before I was willing to accept that name. And even though God gave me a new name that year, I stick with my old one. Batyah is a name for Heaven, that’s what it feels like to me. On earth I am Gineke, and I am more than okay with that. I think what is more important, is that God loves me and sees me as His child. And all in the end, through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ we are just that. If God wants to call me Batyah then I am okay with that. If God wants to call me Gineke, that’s okay too. As long as He loves me, I am pretty much fine with whatever He chooses. Because His love is the fuel to my existence. It is what keeps me going when life gets tough. His love is more important to me. To me, it is everything!

The reason why I am sharing this story, is because God has the same message for you. Whatever way you see yourself, in God’s eyes you are perfect. You are God’s child and you are so loved. The love God has for you, trust me, you cannot even begin to fathom it. It is overwhelming!  When you look in the mirror today, please tell yourself that you are beautiful, loved and God’s child! Because that is the truth!

Guardian Angel

Every human being has at least one. A guardian angel. A guardian angel is a personal angel that God gave you to protect you and help you. Psalm 91 tells us, “For He will command His angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways”. With He, the writer is referring to God. God tells His angels to guard us everywhere we go. Isn’t that comforting? Wherever we go, whatever we do, God commands His angels to watch over us. 

One of my favorite bible verses about angels is written in Matthew 18. In Matthew 18, Jesus is teaching about the Kingdom of Heaven by presenting a child as an example. Only if we become like children, we can enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Jesus goes on to explain this, and right before He starts the parable of the wandering sheep, He says, “See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in Heaven always see the face of my Father in Heaven”. To me that is just precious. As angels guard God’s children, they are always in connection with the Father! To me this is one of my favorite verses. God is always with us and knows our every thought. He sends His angels to watch over us and He keeps contact with the angels continuously. God is literally in full control. God loves us so much that He is everywhere around us to make sure that we are okay. Isn’t that beautiful? But most of all, isn’t that hopeful! If there was once a moment where you thought that maybe God doesn’t hear your prayers. A thought that God doesn’t see you pain, then I hope that this verse takes that concern away. God knows you and sees you. He is there for you. Please believe that! Talk to Him and ask Him what you need. God hears you and He wants to help you!

There are numerous bible verses about God’s angels. There are many different stories of people being guided, protected and given a message by angels. All to give us hope.

Allow me to tell you two encounters I had with angels! The first took place about three years ago during a holiday. Me and my parents were going to a cafe to have a drink. There I saw a woman, I instantly recognized as an angel of God. It was just something I instantly knew. I could not stop looking at her because I found it so strange to see her. I kept thinking, what are you doing here? Besides, I remembered seeing her over ten years ago in another country. The funny thing was that she looked exactly the same, not a year older. With ten to fifteen years between two sightings,  I thought that was rather odd. It took me months to figure out her name but eventually God helped me to remember her. She was Muriel, archangel of God. She is the archangel of nature. As I was sitting outside the cafe, a few tables away from her, she suddenly looked me straight in the eyes. Normally when I am staring at people for too long, I get either a death-glare or a glare that asks me what is wrong with me. But Muriel didn’t. She gave me a smile that blew me away. Never before had I seen such kindness in someone. I could literally read the kindness in her eyes. I was blown away by it because she didn’t treat me like everybody else did. Her kindness was not of this world, it brought Heaven straight to my seat. After my parents and me finished our drinks, we left. Coincidently we came and left right at the same time. She disappeared after that. I could tell you a lot more things I noticed about Muriel but my blog would be endless if I would. That encounter however brought a certain peace in my heart that I didn’t know I needed! A peace that told me, “Everything is going to be ok”.

The second encounter was a little while later. It was night and I was basically asleep. Suddenly I woke up. Well I wasn’t fully awake. My body was asleep but my eyes were open. It felt like sleeping but with my eyes wide open. An angel of fire was right in front of me. She was made entirely out of fire. The fire was yellow and orange colored and it didn’t burn. There was no heat coming off of her. I could have easily touched her without burning myself. It is quite difficult to explain really, but I felt in my heart that she was an angel of God. She was also small. Not longer than half a meter long.
She kep telling me to wake up. She said, “Gineke wake up! Wake up Gineke, you have to wake up”! It took me a little while to realize what she was saying but quickly I woke up. As I blinked my eyes to wake up, she was gone. Why God wanted me to wake up is not fully clear to me, but I believe God protected me that night. This angel also radiated kindness and friendliness.

It is about this last encounter that I wrote a poem. With this poem I would like you to know that angels watch over you as well. God loves you and He gave you a guardian angel from the day you were born. This angel is always with you to protect you. I hope this will give you peace in your life. And the hope that love is always around you wherever you go. God never let’s you go. His angels are, on His command, always watching over you! Never forget that!

Here is the poem:

Guardian angel

A woman who floats on the wind.
Her fire doesn’t burn me,
instead it gently soothes my soul.
Our eyes are connected,
and for one single moment,
the world stands still.

My deep slumber is interrupted,
by the fire of her worried heart.
“Awaken,
God child, wake up”!

In earnestness her fire lights up.
In loving worry her heart burns.
Darkness is lurking in the distance,
but the Light keeps my safe.

So in the stationary time,
where Heavenly spirits meet the earth,
vigilance is a shared reality.
And in one breath,
it sets in.

The dawn breathes,
the fresh air of life,
where nightmares can’t touch me.
But the morning hasn’t arrived,
and the moon still shows the night.

There under the stars,
the Lion guards with the Lam,
and me…with my guardian angel.

Remembering Heaven!

In the summer of 2015 I was on holiday in Austria, in a small town close to Innsbruck. This one day we were visiting Innsbruck and as we were walking through the main shopping street, we saw the famous swarovski shop. Knowing that the prices would be far out of our budget, we did not enter the shop but remained outside gazing at the window. Here in this window,  I noticed this huge swarovski diamond. A large round diamond, as large as a soccer ball. As I was looking at this diamond, I froze and said to myself, “Hey this is what Abba’s house looks like! Exactly this”! I didn’t say God’s house but I consciously called God; Abba! A word I hadn’t used before. Before that moment I usually called God; Father.
In an instant I saw God’s palace, in Heaven, in front of my eyes. It felt like a combination between a vision and a memory. I strongly felt as if I had been there before and I could vividly remember what it was like. As I was remembering Heaven, words came flushing through my heart and soul. I remembered every hall, stair and step. Every window I ever looked through. And the throne room of God. The Father’s throne in the middle, Jesus on His right and another throne on His left. On the left hand of God further away were 12 thrones that seated the twelve tribes of Israel. On the right hand of God also further away were 12 thrones that seated the twelve disciples of Jesus. I remembered the gold but also glass like material. I remembered light, love, joy and wisdom shining like a scented aroma throne the palace.
As soon as I came back to the campsite where we were staying, in a state of pure joy and excitement, I grabbed pen and paper and wrote a poem, in order to remember my memory.
Now I have to tell you that I never had a near death experience or anything like that. Yes God had talked to me before but never in His own house! There is no way I can remember Heaven unless I was actually there once. In the past I had a surgery when I was four years old, on my eyes, which I still vividly remember. But I didn’t have a near-death experience then. Things just went black and it was like falling asleep and waking up later. Before the age of three I cannot remember anything at all. And after the age of four I haven’t been in the hospital again. At least not for a surgery.
Even though I never had a near death experience, this was not a typical vision either, since I had those as well. I know the difference. Furthermore I was awake, standing on both my feet, with my eyes wide open, so it was not a dream either. I somehow just remembered!
In my heart I believe God was allowing me to remember this, so I could write this poem and share a little piece of Heaven with you. I can tell you that Heaven is the most beautiful place you could ever imagine. Every image you ever created in your own mind fades away by how beautiful Heaven really is. Sometimes I deeply long to go back there just to breath in the fresh air of love, kindness, joy and music! All I want to say is, that it is a place you want to be. And all you have to do to get there, is believe in Jesus Christ as the Son of God, who died on the cross and rose from the dead after three days. And I guarantee you that it is worth it!
Unfortunately I didn’t take a picture of the diamond. I was so stunned to see a piece of Heaven, or at least a reminder of Heaven, here on on earth that I completely forgot. But this poem is a memory of Heaven that allows me to go back every time I want to. When I read these words I find myself back in those hallways, walking around in God’s own house that I lovingly called; the Crystal Palace. And I hope it will do the same for you. I hope this poem will allow you to visit Heaven, dream about it, but most of long for it! And one day I hope to see you there!

Here is the poem I wrote;

The Crystal Palace

All the diamonds in the World,
cannot describe,
the house of my Father.
But when I look,
deep into the core,
of a large and crystal diamond,
I am suddenly reminded of Home.

The glass reflects the pure soul,
in a million different colors.
The many different angles,
show what’s deep within the heart,
reflecting the Light,
to all the corners of eternity.

Perfect unstained walls,
echo the joyous sounds,
to relive every moment,
filled with the love of the Light.
And every hall, stair and step,
lead to the throne of my Father,
who fills the house,
with joy, love, light and wisdom.

The house is in the diamond,
but even the diamond is too small,
unworthy to reveal it all.
But if my home is in my heart,
then my heart is in the home,
of the Crystal Palace.