We have had our adopted dog Blue since January. And he is family and knows how things work and his place. He is house trained (thank God!) and leash trained and we do one or two long walks a day and about 4 very short walks. We go to the dog park every day or two also to let him run without a leash and just break loose. He eats well, drinks filtered water, is very healthy now with a shiny, soft coat, has a comfy dog bed, sleeps in my son’s room, etc. All this, and he still bolted for a squirrel, got loose from my grip and continued into the only woods on our walking route and had to be caught. Ran like a wild animal with no family that needed to eat that squirrel to live or something.
He is still a wild animal through it all. He is programmed to survive.
And I got to thinking about that. What separates tame from wild? Circumstances? Timing? Breeding?
What about people? What separates Godly from ungodly? Circumstances? Timing? Family upbringing?
For people, it is more. We have the power within our minds to reason and choose morality. We also can ask God for more wisdom and strength when times get tough. This is our God-given built-in, our brain.
And if we stay close to God and choose morality and reason, there is no problem we can not overcome. This is true personally, as a family, as a business, as a state, as a nation, as the kingdom of God.
This is hope, friends. Praise God!😄❤
Now, since my Daddy died two years ago, I have not.been able to help but cry if someone is crying- real life or on tv/movies. It is just a new thing now where I can empathize with people’s heartache. That is honestly new to me since these last two years. I felt the deepest pain of my life and I now feel other people’s pain. Even if I had felt it before I never cried. I can probably count on one hand how many times I cried growing up. Just not a crier before. So it is a new thing when I see other’s heartache.
Now, for me, I do not cry, not since I came out of the sobbing wet depression a year ago. After Daddy died, I cried for a year straight about and was depressed and really selfish. I know I had a family to look after and did so mechanically but wounded my children in the process and am still rebuilding that. But selfishly, I was stuck for a year in rich grief. Grief n is normal but letting it take over my life was selfish of me, in my case.
Since I snapped out of the depression with God’s help, I have worked hard on rebuilding (God’s specialty) and have only cried since then when I have seen someone cry, but not for me, just for them and their sake and pain, to help. I get it. I understand their pain. I lived it.
I believe sometimes for other people, you can help them more.by crying with them than any amount of advice or well wishes. But as far as we go, we focus on the wrong thing personally when crying. God comforts those who mourn but also rewards those who obey. Now hear me in love… Awfully hard to serve God and others when constantly thinking of what we lost. We do better at our eternal work when we are grateful for what we have left. Re-read that and you will be glad you did. Prayer and pleasing God in obedience is the option. 😄❤
I love a good story. So I figured I would tell one. This is a story about a bear. This bear was born in a beautiful forrest. She stayed with her mother and brother for a couple of years and then was on her own. She knew what to do to survive, what she had to do to make it in the forrest alone, what to eat, when to rest, what to avoid.
Once on her own, she had a great time for a while. But some new smells lured her greedy tummy to a campsite, where she found some food to eat that was different than her normal food. So thrilling! All new and exciting so much so that the little voice she heard telling her not to go there was easily silenced. She kept coming back night after night, enjoying herself immensely. However, her presence had not gone unnoticed.
One night, she was going for another food run in the campground and there was a gunshot that just skimmed her fur. She ran the best she could and washed a bit of blood off in the creek. She decided she would not go there again. She would be scarred but was still alive and a bit smarter.❤
Fashion does not matter to me, character matters. People wear horribly uncomfortable things like nonsensical high heels because it is “fashionable” or popular. Foolishness. It does not matter in the least except that I have rarely seen someone in high heels be able to serve the public or work, they can barely walk around and rarely comfortably. We are meant to develop our moral character and deepen our relationship with God and that translates to loving and serving other people. How can you do that when you can barely walk? Is what is deemed fashionable and thus self-serving more important that serving the Lord? High heels is just one example. I could say the same for being glued to your phone in place of serving the Lord. These shallow, selfish things are distractions and hindrances from spiritual growth and relationship with the Lord. Just saw it again and wanted to put my two cents in. God is and always should be more important to us than the world. And if we lived that, revival would happen. ❤