Bring Down The Walls

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My oh my, do you feel the battle? Yeah baby it’s on for sure! Got your gear on and your feet steadied? Time to bring down the walls! Every wall we have ever constructed for our sense of false security in money, houses, jobs, ourselves and independence needs to come down.

We need to rebuild upon the foundation meant to last forever.

1 Cor 3:11 For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ.

Put My Arms Around You

A song caught my ear yesterday because of its sound. I have always been drawn to the minor keys since they seem to cry out to something deeper in me than I can understand or even express. I had played it several times in a row while driving home and this morning when I left for work, again I was drawn to play it a few more times. It wasn’t until I was miles from home before a single sentence of what words were being sung hit me. “I can’t change the way you feel, but I can put my arms around you.”
These words hit my heart deeply. I think about the sea of people that surround us daily and how some of them are suffering such anguish. I may not have the instant answers to a problem but I certainly have compassion to understand what causes us great pain. In those moments I desire great wisdom to just hug someone when words just won’t do.

Wanting To Be A Better Person

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My husband and I just shared our 12th anniversary together and wow has it just zipped by. It amazes me at how much I like being married. I am giggling out loud because had you heard me a few years before I met my perspective husband, marriage was the last thing on my mind. I was a true believer of “independence” since no one could let me down but me, myself and I.

I didn’t really have a close walk with my heavenly Father either. I merely believed Him to exist and lived in fear I’d miss out on a fun life if I had to follow those rules I’d heard about here and there called the “10 commandments”.

My husband never preached at me nor did he really speak much about his deep faith in our early years together. No, he was much more subtle. He loved me “no matter” and unconditionally. I used to tell people, “he makes me want to be a better person.” I had no idea why.

Now as I look back at our years together I am so intrigued by the wise way my heavenly Father drew me to Him. It was to send a man without a bible in his hand but complete and total love in his heart. My husband’s non-hypocritical walk with the Lord has always been simple. Treat everyone with respect, love people even when you don’t want to and help those in need even if they don’t deserve it. These actions were what finally made me realize it wasn’t the man who made me want to be a better person, it was Jesus in the man.

Ecc 4:19 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work

Maturity And Stitches To Weave Love

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Maturity comes with time and our eagerness to get there does nothing to help us. Maturity comes at its own pace and often times only experience can bring it about. I am awed by the persons who just seem to be born with maturity. Mine was born of experiences, some good, some bad. I think about this when I try and process my relationships. My family was so splintered by the negative impact of an enemy we couldn’t really see with our natural eyes. This enemy would try to destroy us all and was quite creative but also repetitious in how it came at us.

I have had some wonderful conversations recently with friends and family. It’s funny how these relationships ebb and flow with seasons. I liken them to waves of the ocean. When we are near, the spray and sound is wonderful and fulfilling. When we are away we can still hear the sounds in the distance and our memories keep the heart stirred up, longing to be together again soon.

I look at my once splintered family and now with eyes opened beyond the natural sight, I begin to see the strands of love weaving us back together. With each stitch there is a tightening in our fabric of love, making us stronger. I love these stitches…..the phone call, the taking someone where they need to go, the sharing of funds, sharing our time, sharing our homes.

Weave us Father into the tapestry of each other’s lives, together as we were meant to be. Keep us in the place of absolute Love.

Spiders & Snakes

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As a child I can recall watching some entertainment show where a singer had a catchy tune with the phrase “I don’t like spiders and snakes and that ain’t what it takes to love me like I want to be loved by you.” Yeah, I’m shaking my own head at why such a lyric stayed with me all these years. Good advertising for why we should be so careful about what we ourselves allow to be poured into our own “impressionable” sponge brained children. Imagine all those adults later in life who will be belting out to their grandchildren and beyond, “who let the dogs out!”

My husband found a rather intimidating (to us anyway) spider at our doorway today and decided to replant it elsewhere. I won’t say how the replant went as it’s much more rewarding to any reader to let his own mind go where it may. Something made me wonder however about why some creatures cause us anxiety. Now the snake I get since it’s been written into our own history but why spiders? Why do most of us naturally react with unease at arachnids?

I don’t often have answers but I am full of questions. What if our reaction is a natural response to something deeper than our own understanding? Just curious!

Light Swallowing Darkness

We are pushing forward aren’t we folks? No hanging back in that place called fear? Good. I ache inside every time I am on the receiving end of a conversation where someone is giving their words over to confirm fears rather than hopes. I try with all that I am to steer the conversation in positive directions but there are times when all I can do is pray silently against the darkness trying to swallow the other person.

I once read something I have never been able to forget and yet it was such a simple teaching. If one has a window of light open into the night, the darkness does not come in but rather the light goes out to swallow the darkness.

Luke 11:35   See to it, then, that the light within you is not darkness

Birds Of A Feather

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“Birds of a feather stick together.” I have heard that phrase many times throughout my life and yet I have never stopped to give it much thought. In these changing times with so many people under duress I have come to understand how important it is for me to be under the right feathered wing.

Psalm 91:4  He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler

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