I don’t believe clarity can come until distractions are put away. Clarity can come in noise or a crowd but rarely does so. Focus has to be reached and in practice in order for clarity to arrive. So what is clarity? Clarity is seeing the truth in its pure, clear meaning and purpose. There is a lack of distortion and confusion, a lack of bias and subjective reasoning. Clarity is the objective, unadulterated realization of pure truth. When we ask God to give us direction, what we are really asking Him is to give us clarity on what we should be doing. And God is the only One who can give this clarity because He is truth. He gives it gladly and lovingly to those humble seekers of Him who ask for it. Clarity is beautiful. It makes clear what was muddled. It makes certain what was speculation or confirms what you believed if you were on the right track. Clarity is a goal and time spent alone with God and in the Bible is generally the best way to receive this gift. ❤
One of my gifts is encouragement. Why? Because I do my best to tell the truth. Encouragement is not the same as flattery. Flattery tickles the pride. Encouragement speaks truth to empower truth to move forward. True encouragement can only come from truth. Again, not flattery. Flattery has a hidden motivation while encouragement is motivated by truth to further someone to act on truth. That is what it is. When do you give it? When someone you see needs it or is wavering or searching out truth. There is that truth word again. And what is encouragement not? Anything else. Encouragement is not trying to bend someone to your own agenda or truth. It is not molested by snippets of lies. It is not motivated by greed, desire, pride, covetousness, self-righteous indignation, personal opinions, etc. Then it ceases to be an encouragement and starts being a sin. Quite a different matter. Better to save your voice and leave it alone. But if truth from God’s Word is welling up within you and you see someone working on truth, sharing truth and a good truthful word with them to help the cause of truth/God, well that is a win for everyone and as refreshing as rain on a hot day. There is a purity in that, a feel good moment, a real quality that breathes in life into it, inspires, recharges, produces thankfulness to God. ❤
When we lose someone very close to us, someone dearly loved, for some of us who feel very deeply, it is a heavy weight for a very long time. And almost a year later, I am finally starting with God’s constant help and comfort, to move the missed loved one from the forefront of my mind into a section of beautiful memories that are available for recall. There is a fading that God blessed me with and generously granted me, a not-the-first-thing-I-think-about day, night and in the middle anymore. God is generously by grace filling those positions with Himself because like a little persistent child, I keep asking Him to. It is debilitating to keep someone alive in your mind when they are no longer alive in your world. You have to start the process with God’s help of putting them back into the mind and keep God in the place of worship, focus, immediate thought. I had to and God has gradually allowed it and I am so thankful. I still miss him like crazy but I am here now, ready to serve and be present for God and my family and people in my spaces. Praise God!
I have determined, with all the hullabaloo about “safe zones”, that instead of laughing at tender souls who can dish it out but not take it or for those genuinely tender ones who were born with a soft breakableness, or anyone anymore, that safety is invaluable. I never thought so because I had my fiercely strong and protective Daddy so never felt unsafe. For some kids, their father or mother nowadays is why they feel unsafe to begin with, being impossible to please, being abusive, being critical, neglecting, controlling, what not. And there is a world of people who just have been beat up by demons and other people choosing evil as their lifestyle that safety has become this need, like air. And I decided when all this was becoming apparent in such an increasingly dark and hostile world, that I will always be a safe zone. My body, you see, is a temple of the Holy Spirit. I have a simple temple but it is clean and well attended to. And the Holy Spirit in me is stronger than anything else in this universe. As long as I keep my pride out of the way and stay close to God, I am always safe. Does that make me bulletproof? It could because of my faith and God’s provision, but generally He does not choose to work that way. Those rare events are called miracles. But it means that if a bullet hits me, it may take my body but never my life, I reside in Heaven. I have a place there waiting for me and will Bute fully alive with God forever, for all eternity. This body is super temporary. I am my own safe zone. No amount of evil or hostility or ugliness by other people will ever diminish God’s perpetual and beautiful love for me. Nothing is stronger than His promises or love. Never will be. I rest safe and secure in the absolute truth that I am saved by Jesus and am living eternally with Him, whether I am here or in heaven makes no difference to me. Heaven sounds better because the evil will be destroyed, woo hoo, but I am at peace and in joy and safety wherever I am or whatever is going on. I am a safe zone. You can be too. Anyone can make that beautiful choice for themselves. Unfortunately we cannot make the choice for anyone but us, so please make it for yourself and you will never regret it. ❤
I just watched “Moana” with my kids because it is on Netflix now. Talk about a great movie! I highly recommend it. I liked the story and character development and the hope. I did not need all the reincarnation spirit stuff or mysticism but I think writers think they need to do that or keep the kids’ attention nowadays, it’s lazy but akin to mythology. Nonetheless, taking the story to its heart, it yearns to push through to find your gift and meaning. And for that it is beautiful. I loved the friendships also. And we all loved the chicken. Life is, my friends, whatever we allow ourselves to pursue as God gifts us. He gives us the drive to do what he gives us to do, our purpose. And when we pursue that, things eventually fall into place. ❤
When I was young, pre-10, I lived in a rough and ready, salt of the earth trailer park with my parents and sister. My sister was an indoor child, preferring Barbie dolls of which mom made homemade clothes for (gag!). I preferred action. I loved riding my bike a lot, plating on our gym set a lot, pretending to be a super hero (Incredible Hulk mostly, don’t laugh), play the piano or bounce for hours on the rebounder on too-rainy days, etc. But my favorite outdoor thing was the trailer park playground. I could usually round up some other action-oriented kids and play wild imaginary adventures on the jungle gym. It was an effort to reach my short chunky legs between the really wide bars to go up, took a lot of strategy. I would learn some secular songs the kids sang (we were only allowed to listen to Christian or a little country), we would fight, we made up with a friendly slug in the arm, we would play again. The sandbox was enormous and whole world’s were reenacted therr, best after a good rain when we could build up mountains. The swings were the real ones that squeaked and we’re about 30 feet tall. We tried our best to go all the way around the top. And a lot if life was lived on that pkayground. Mostly alone, sometimes there were other people, but even then I was never alone and prayed. I had real talks about God, asking Him if He would give me super strength. And I honestly believe He did. It just was a different, more usable form of strength. And I owe a lot to that playground. I take my kids a lot. Something about them sparks the imagination and critical thinking, and who knows maybe some talk time with God. 🙂
Dreaming, exploring possibilities in your mind, thinking out goals visually, is extremely powerful. There was a true story of a Prisoner of War veteran who mentally survived a war camp for 7 years, much of which was spent in solitary confinement. Upon rescue, he was asked how he survived and he replied that he kept visualizing getting better at golf, his favorite hobby. He pictured the swing, the putts, the greens, the sand traps, the air on his face, etc. And upon release, he started playing the best golf game of his life. This is the power of dreaming/visualization. And I had a dream growing up that I have kept mulling for decades over of a cabin in the woods with windows that allow the morning sun to stream in rays onto my bed, coffee in hand basking in the warmth of the light, like a morning kiss from heaven. I am dressed in a sheer white nightgown and the woods are teaming with life and the song of the birds. It is just me and God. That peaceful scene is how I picture heaven and its serenity has calmed my soul in very muddy, dark circumstances. The grimmer the environment, the lighter the soul lifts with the vision. It is powerful and a gift from God to help survive the rough. He is so good!