Least Likely Helping Hand

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In our own places of comfort or discomfort, are we looking out for just us or is there something deeper in ourselves willing to reach out and help another? A better question to be addressed by our heart….. are we only willing to help those who seem worth helping or are we willing to help someone “least likely”?

Humility A Life Lesson

The conversation was rich with details and I loved hearing them all, even those moments of irritation and offense. Without facing these type of issues we become irrelevant to those around us. I can never help others if I can’t understand being offended or getting angry.

Our emotions are strong in these areas and I wonder sometimes if I am as quick with feeling love as I am to feel anger? Ah, the constant walk of learning. With maturity comes a realization we are forever to be students or else we become stagnant as human beings. The minute I say, “I finally know it all” is the moment I need to be smote right there on the spot simply on principle alone that I have not learned the most important lesson of all, “humility”.

Something In Profound

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Anger throbs in their veins

Beating out a rhythm of death

The hunger for flesh is all consuming

More, more, more


Satisfaction can’t be found

They look for something in profound

The mystery

Already answered


It can’t be that easy

They turn a blind eye

Deaf ears

Drowning, noises, lies

Protect Me In The Growing Storm

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“Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings” Psalm 17:8

All of us want to be special and kept from harm. In these days growing darker, all I can sense is a constant need to stay near my heavenly Father. He will protect me in the growing storm.

Bench In The Sun

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Moments come and they go so fast, before we realize there was an opportunity to spend our time wisely it can often pass us by. I admit my life is an amazing wonder, especially to myself. I am not rich in a way the world would acknowledge, but in the heavenly realms I have riches too many to count. Recognizing this I must understand the importance of giving. I need to give more, even in understanding wisdom.

I work for an accounting department so I am being given lessons in how money moves the world. Often my phone conversations get quite challenging simply because somebody’s money didn’t go where it was supposed to. I continue to learn from this. Money makes some people so crazy and mean they forget you are just an employee and middle person. One of the most hurtful remarks I hear on my job is “you took my money”. These persons have never met me nor do they understand the nature of a corporate banking system. All they know is my voice is answering a phone so I must be the enemy.

My confession? Well I don’t take offense easily since it rubs against the grain of my integrity. Both of us are losers. I keep trying to grow with every rough call I get taking me down for the count and it’s a humbling job. Therefore I can only thank my heavenly Father for each lesson. I also give myself to understanding the better wisdom with each situation.

In my mind I wonder how easily each of us who simply talk on a phone line anonymously would react if we met, say on a bench in the sun, relaxing together? Knowing who I really work for, I’m pretty sure it’d be a great conversation. The wisdom in this moment is understanding that no matter where I am it should always end up in a great conversation….for my part at least.

Angels, Friends, Aquaintances, Family

Angels came to help me. They didn’t look like anything I had imagined. There were no wings and the faces didn’t bear any resemblance to the cherub paintings I had been exposed to throughout my life. The angels came in the guise if friends and acquaintances, occasionally, family.

Greed Or Need

‘Tis the season to be caring and giving to others who have less or nothing. I have noticed several comments from others revealing a skeptism that their help is being used by those with a real greed versus those who come with real need. What is that great verse….”the thief comes to steal….”

Open Window

The open window

Everyone can peek in

No discretion, no control

I should close it

That would be hiding

Protection

No more fear

No more lies

Freedom

I will fly

Through the open window

Raising A Generation Of Spoiled Brats Is On Us

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Crazy shoppers are among us and you never know who they are until you are in the middle of a “sale” aisle. Suddenly the gentle grandmas become commando like in their desire to get the best deal. Those sweet talking soccer moms start throwing elbows and hunkering down to get through the people traffic.

Shopping has never been my favorite thing to do but it is quite interesting for the writer in me just to observe behavior. I find myself wondering where they come from and what their home life is like? Do their kids have it all and this is just more spoilage or is there real desire to get something they can afford, perhaps that sole present a child is to get?

The frantic news on every night is full of panic but I have to keep asking what is the panic about especially during the holidays? Okay so maybe little Johnny won’t get as many presents this year but is he being fed? Does he have heat? A warm bed? Clean Clothes? My heart breaks for those kids who don’t know about having too much. They are oblivious to the fact that $150 for a pair of jeans or shoes is excessive. Imagine our fault for not teaching them what it means to give to those who have no shoes at all. Raising a generation of spoiled brats is not on the kids, it’s on us. When did we stop teaching values to be more than the stuff we have?

Culture Relevant?

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Is every culture relevant? I would have to say yes but then I enjoy learning from history. Unfortunately we are a “collective” culture and most of us choose to live in ignorance. Harsh but true. My natural mentality is to encourage those around me, but I also have a need to call out in the truth we are all living. If we are an “evolving” people why are we so messed up?

Evolution? Creation? Which of these answers the real questions we all have? I lack a scientific degree and for that matter a mind of science. I do not lack curiosity nor do I lack hope. Let’s be honest, if evolution is the real deal than we, meaning my culture, are so unsophisticated that we are de-evolving by our very own tools of technology. My theory about this is based upon communication alone. Communication with other species, other tangible input and each other; without this we have no reason to evolve, right? If our sole input for all of our growth comes from computer games, texting, chat rooms and anything other than actually interacting as human beings, where are we going from here? Are we to live in a Sci-Fi movie and actually believe the computers we use will evolve until we can actually have “halo decks” and make up our own fantasy worlds?

To me that smacks of “creation” doesn’t it?