“Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth.”
Mark 9:23
Now this one may take most of a lifetime to grasp.
We each have our own beliefs. They are based on life experiences, from the very beginning of awareness. When matters turn in our favor, we feel confirmation for the thing that guided us to act in a certain way. When we are not favored, that can lead to feelings of powerlessness. And we try again and again to prove that we are right. And we defend our position with every bit of our will. We may surrender friends and family members who don’t support our beliefs. We may even die with our inability to consider the possibility that we may be wrong. Yes, being right is that important to some people, because otherwise, there must be something else that has control then, right? Well this is the truly frightening concept for us. We fear the unknown, most terribly. So we stay vigilant, stalwart in our beliefs that we tirelessly defend. We may isolate ourselves from any challenging opposition to what we have come to “know” is true.
And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
1 Kings 19:12
How absolutely profound, “a still small voice“.
He is there…always.
This world of distractions keeps us from hearing Him. We are used to thinking about and responding to noise, as though significance must come with a bang. We miss the beauty of stillness, the knowledge that is there, the love.
Everything that happens is to bring you closer to the Creator…every, single, thing.
Realizing and accepting this truth…then everything makes sense and falls into place.
All is understood for how it was meant to be in your life. All is in harmony, with The Divine.
Change fears to prayers!
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
2 Timothy 1:7
...And I will do whatever you ask in My name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. / If you askMe for anything in My name, I will do it.
Because everything that happens is to bring one closer to God, The Heavenly Father and Creator of the universe.
Here’s the thing.
No matter, it seems that when people are faced with imminent danger, even if they haven’t prayed and perhaps don’t believe in prayer, let’s get real…with their backs against the wall, with no one to help, with no way out, don’t they always end up asking for the help of God? “Oh God, please help me!” “Help me, Jesus!” Innately, we know to seek Him.
We are of God. He resides within each of us.
At those times, on those days when life is good, you may not feel the need to ask for His guidance. All seems well. But know that going alone on your way, you overlook the power that partnering with Him will have in your life.
Some make a conscious effort to remain connected and are rewarded with His grace. Others deny His Presence and choose to believe in themselves and whatever their mind brings to them.
The mind…it is always at work, busy, busy, busy, in competition with the heart. Or, it’s simply languishing with you as you remain absent in your life. This is a favorite mindset of the evil one. Make the least possible effort in your life, in your day. Create even less.
We are made in the image of God, The Heavenly Father.
Invite HIM along as you create your beautiful days.
This is an old post, from one of our worst years in recent memory, 2020.
While editing something else here, I was inspired to read this post again. How nice to be able to say that I have experienced the humanity in people more and more everyday. I hope that you are able to say the same.
Love prevails and heals, especially so when all else fails.
Char
What If?
Friends forever!
Hard to tell what the truth is. We’re in the midst of something that we cannot navigate if we are to listen to what is being said. There is just so much: half-truths, fabrications, even lies; information withheld because there is no complete certainty of what is actually within our midst. Everyone has an opinion; yet no one knows for sure.
And we do like being sure.
We need to know for sure.
Well, too bad because this one has got us by the “you-know-whats”. While no one wants to leave their well-being to a crap shoot, we do our due diligence health wise and hope it suffices.
As there is no definitive, there is no clearly effective shield from this scourge. No one finds themselves more able to insulate themselves than the person in back of the line.
Anger and divisiveness does not make us safer.
Sanitize everything, keep your distance…
So what now?
I must say that I’ve been made aware of a change. As unnerving as it is, I think the uncertainty makes people more considerate of each other, somehow. I notice kindness, more tolerance, even a tepid sense of humor in instances where people might previously have chosen to avoid each other. It is a little startling, pleasantly so. And I’ll take it!
Is this virus the thing that provokes us to be more of a human being toward next person?
It is a tough lesson but this microscopic bit of hope within the extenuating circumstances of the corona virus could have a more profound and unexpected impact toward improving the situation in which we all find ourselves; to change our way with each other like nothing else, if, you believe in the power of such sentiments as consideration, or kindness, compassion, love? I do. Is that a stretch?
But let’s face it. Fear makes friends like nothing else can. Or as Shakespeare said, “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.”
Now the trick is to get to this place without such terrible provocation.
The effort is so very well worth making. And it requires so little of us.
Sending loving kindness and good health to everyone, everywhere!
Years had gone by without a single thought of the time in 1957 when I spent the summer with my grandparents on their farm in Virginia. Then, in the midst of a prolonged illness, among all of the things my mind was sorting through, this forgotten experience drifted in. Totally unprovoked and effortlessly revealing, I felt the need to write everything that I could remember, just as it presented itself to me.
And as I wrote, I became more and more immersed within the warmth and comfort of that time with my grandparents, so precious and dear to me now, as I realize after all, how much meaning it brought to my life.
This glimpse into their world was written with love and a deep and ever-growing appreciation for my family, for my heritage. It might well have been entitled , “The Gift”.
* A little of how it goes:
Chapter 1
As far as I was concerned, summer began with the day my father installed the screens in the windows. Early that morning, Mother would have taken the summer sheers from storage to the clothesline in our backyard. By the afternoon, she swooped up the freshened bundle and brought them back indoors to hang on the rods at the tops of the windows. When the transformation was complete, I’d run from room to room to see the curtains flying on the breeze that raced in through the windows of our big old house. Like a magical invitation to adventures possible only with summer, when one day melted into the next and no one asked about the time, I felt that I could fly too and that anything could happen.
There were 5 children in my family. My brother Lionel was the oldest; my sister Cecilia was next, followed by my sister Rose, then my brother Isaac, and me. We spent summertime totally absorbed in keeping pace with our friends as was our Mother in keeping up with us. She mended our scraped knees, our bruised egos, and the holes in my brothers’ dungarees. I remember lemonade and tuna sandwiches, cotton sun dresses and hair ribbons; the pennies I collected for the corner candy store, and my ankle socks that never stayed up. Summers seemed much longer then when hopscotch and jump rope, hide-and-seek and tag, dress-up and make-believe, with my bicycle, my dolls and friends filled the days until supper time. When August finally came around, among the five of us someone would be chosen to vacation with our grandparents in the country. It was in the year 1957 that I was to spend my first summer there.
I’d thought so often about my first trip to the farm. But like the landing of a cascading boulder, my mother’s cheerful delivery of this summer’s plan completely shattered my vision of it. Leaving little room for the way that reality alters things but similar to most events concerning “the children”, I was quite certain of my unvarying reverie. It was always the same. My brothers and sisters are running through a country field with me, very happily and as usual, following close behind. But everything had been arranged and I alone would spend two weeks on the farm that year.
My family had gathered in the living room when Mother made the announcement. But my frustrating lack of enthusiasm was like a call to dinner in emptying the room of everyone and I found myself alone, save for the dog. While I struggled with the concept of being on my own, Spiky jumped onto the couch next to me. Placing his head upon my foot he kept a concerned and watchful eye over my disposition until we both fell asleep.
Later that day, I listened to Dad’s recollections of farm life adventures while Mother prepared supper. As she filled in with the finer points and particulars she’d taken note of my mixed feelings with her knowing smile that always took the sharp edges off of things. “Don’t forget that your cousin Joanna is just about your age and lives close to Grandpa‘s”, she nearly whispered. Then I thought of the pocket inside the little green suitcase as the place where my Jacks would find a perfect fit.
charondiane 
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