January of 2012 Martha flew in to John Wayne Airport, California. Mark and I met her there to say our goodbyes to Mark and headed out to cross the country for Tennessee. I had a stone in the center of my chest. It is tough to say goodbye. I’m a caretaker. It’s genetic, inherited from my mother. I’m a mother hen who chases after my adult chicks long after they leave the nest.
The first four of my stressors are all related in some odd way. Another odd thing is that I handle all my stressors the same way. I have a Higher Power that acts in a super-natural way to help me cope and to recover. I call Him God the Father, Jesus Christ the Son and the Holy Spirit, the Trinity. I rely on the Bible as my basic instruction before leaving earth. Here’s one verse of many that is a promise:
I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul.Psalm 31:7
Death comes to each of us, no escape. I don’t fear my death; it doesn’t stress me. I feel the loss of my loved ones. As many of you know my oldest son passed in August 2001. It is a sadness that is always there; the intensity has lessened. He is a follower of Christ. His assurance is eternity with God. I would not wish him back, but I look forward to seeing him again.
Everyone has some trouble in their life. “In that way, you will be acting as true children of your Father in heaven. For he gives his sunlight to both the evil and the good, and he sends rain on the just and the unjust alike.” Matthew 5:45 (NLT) I’ve found that my Heavenly Father is reliable and trust worthy. He knows my anguish and hears my prayers. He loves me and comes to my help.
Joel Houston wrote Hillsong. His family is founding members of Hillside Church in Australia.
The song is about how we fail God many times, but His grace is enough. We are allowed to exercise our free will to make the decision to accept His grace and plan. Our praise begins inside until we cry out loud with praise for God. Only he is worthy.
“When we think about God’s plan for our lives, we often end up wondering about a different question entirely: What about our own plans for our lives? We fantasize about who we’re supposed to marry, what job we’re supposed to take, where we’re supposed to live, or what other elements of life we should pursue for our happiness.”
I love my morning email devotions from Bible Gateway. This is one of my favorites, The NIV/385 Day Devotionals, short and backed up with scripture that I can get to by clicking the hot link.
I do believe God has a plan for our lives. I do believe He gave us all free will. I do believe that there have been times when fantasy over-took clear thinking, and I sidestepped God’s plan.
When I was younger I wondered, or perhaps wished, God would have a screen on which we could see a movie of how our lives would have looked if we had followed His plan. Then I recall that we don’t have a clear picture of what after-life will be. We only know bits and parts. One of the bits I remember it that there will be no more pain, tears or sorrow. Revelation21:4. It stands to reason that we won’t need movies of what might have been to mourn and cry over.
Therefore, I don’t worry about the past or the future. I concentrate on the present and focus His plan for me now.
Can you imagine a body without blood? Kind of a strange question, isn’t it?
This week I was reading the lyrics to an old hymn, “Nothing but the blood of Jesus”. I’m not a big fan of old hymns, but in the past few months, this hymn has struck a chord with me. Mainly because I was questioning certain aspects of my faith.
I decided to do some research in google on the ‘whys’ of blood and it’s function. Did you know that blood is absolutely essential for life? It carries water, nutrients, proteins and hormones to the parts of our body that need them. It also carries carbon dioxide, toxins and waste along so they can be disposed of. Without blood we can’t keep warm, nor cool off. Blood helps fight infection, bacteria and viruses too.
If you are not of the same worldview as me, you may not be…
I didn’t write the sonnet assignment, the last one for Blogging University 201 Poetry. I dreamed about it. I had the perfect subject. The words resonated from somewhere into my ear. Believe me, what I spoke into my ear was splendid!
So where is it today? Please give me a few seconds, minutes, hours to contemplate and trowel through my memory center to see if I can at least uncover the perfect subject.
Here I am on Monday and no dream has recurred with the sonnet ready to write. But my muse did rise to the occasion. This is about our feeble attempts to see into the future.