(From my personal meditation journal)
I spent decades asking God why my mom had to die. I finally – let it go. There are circumstances we will not know until we meet Jesus in person.
I don’t know how to pray when “I” have pain; so I say The Lords Prayer and it comforts me I may still have the pain, so it’s another circumstance I won’t know or understand — maybe ever. And, I’m actually, finally – okay with it.
A lesson is sometimes part of a plan we didn’t see. And/or closure from a situation we couldn’t see. Trusting You is all the vision I need.
For the reverence and fear of God are basic to all wisdom. Knowing God results in every other kind of understanding.
He reveals profound mysteries beyond man’s understanding. He knows all hidden things, for he is light, and darkness is no obstacle to him.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have the option of a “do over”? Or to revise our day just every now and then? I’d sure like that. Especially to take back something stupid or hurtful I said. We are blessed to have a loving Father who forgives our stupidity so we can move on much faster, but the words we’ve said, the harm we’ve caused to others can not be so easily undone. This is where a revision would be handy!!
Speaking of which; “The Pieces” book has been revised and is ready on Amazon on either paperback or Kindle.
I appreciate everyone who reads the book and this blog, it’s all God. 24/7/365, His words, I am merely the messenger!
2 Samuel 22:31
As for God, his way is perfect; The word of the Lord is true. He shields all who hide behind him.
Dear friend who loves God: In my first letter I told you about Jesus’ life and teachings and how he returned to heaven after giving his chosen apostles further instructions from the Holy Spirit.
Moments create life. Some are harsh realities, others are joyful attributes, but all consume our living spaces, the air we breathe, our thoughts and feelings, actions and attempts, whether we succeed or fail – all depends on the foundation on which we stand. Is yours on sand or concrete?
We are not hopeless.
We deserve grace.
Pain; whether physical or emotional can be incredibly exhausting. Both take from us what we normally are able to handle. We can pray through most of our heartache, we can take medicine that heals our body or mind, we can even crawl into a cave (literally or figuratively) and hide for a few hours or days, but what we cannot do is hide from our Father.
In the depths of our despair, at the bottom of our pain tolerance, there He is. He is always there, no matter. Why do we turn away? Do we think we aren’t worthy when we are filled with the many feelings produced when we are down? It’s when we feel most unloved, that we are most loved.
Therefore he is able to save completely those who come to God through him, because he always
lives to intercede for them.
If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!
You matter. You always have.
We all experience highs and lows in our daily lives. Praying, meditating on God’s word, being in fellowship with like-minded people, all good for trying times.
I have found that the Serenity Prayer works wonders when I need an easy-to-remember reminder of dealing with only right now.
2 Corinthians 12:9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
Imitating Christ’s Humility
2 “Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, 2 then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. 3 Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves….”
I have been inspired by this book; since it sat on the nightstand table of my mother’s side of the bed since I was a little girl. I used to hold the book in my hand, flip through the pages, look at the various drawings of seashells and wonder why it was so important to my mother.
It was written in 1955 by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, and rewritten 20 years later. it could have been written today, in 2015. If you’ve ever walked on a sandy beach, for the sole purpose of picking shells, you’ve ‘lived’ this book.
I won’t spoil the book for you, now that your interest has been piqued, and I do encourage you to read it; request from your library! Let me just say that it is incredibly simply written, it will move you to understand the hand of God much clearer than maybe you do now.
Secondly, from my childhood, is the bible we gave mom on Mother’s Day 1975. I am so blessed to have this book in my possession now, in fact -it is the only bible I use now, each day I thumb through the pages as part of my bible study; perhaps in the same way mom did.
My mother died in 1978, I was 14 years old. The reason I wrote “The Pieces” and why I blog here is it was through her passing to 25-some-odd years later that I returned to our Heavenly Father, relieved to be the prodigal daughter – accepted and loved as if I never had left.
I encourage you to find pieces from your childhood that bring joy and look at them again, as an adult with adult eyes. You may be pleasantly surprised to feel some of that happiness again!
I understand now, why my mother enjoyed this book so much and why it was at the top of her book pile. It is on my bookshelf with only my favorite books. Full circle.