The closer you are to God, the more you consider Him in all things rather than the sources of disturbances. You remain objective and focused amidst persecution and mistreatment. Names are called and you consider the Source of Life and what He suffered for us and then objectively consider the source of cruelty. You forgive more freely, purposefully, faster. You forgive before the entire name is in the air like an arrow shot from a bow toward you. You decide to be God’s and not defend yourself, knowing He judges rightly and will handle it for you in some way in His timing, and you pray for those who don’t get the implications of that. God isn’t One to mess with. When His children are mistreated, you can bet that unless they repent, they will very much wish they hadn’t. They mistake God’s patience in wanting more people saved and giving so many chances for weakness or being far away or passive. Far from the case, God generously pours out grace, hoping He will love you into turning to Him. I digress, and return to my point. There is a vast satisfaction derived from becoming objective in the midst of incessant criticism and other spiritual attacks. We focus on God and He provides objective glasses and grace to push through it to an even stronger you. This is beautifully peaceful and joyful. Hard to explain how melodious.❤
Being an adventurous traveller most of my life since high school (and dabbling before that), travelling was the destination. Looking, searching for what different areas hold, what I was missing. I travelled through relationships that way too for a while but I digress. And I realized yesterday that I have arrived at my destination and all travel from now onward is done for vacations. I have found what I have searched for. It was not a physical location. It was not a person. It was a closeness to and healing from God. And I am complete and have arrived. I am content and incredibly happy. I am secure. In God first and then myself and my husband. There is now a fulfillment in the present, a new dawning of peace and calm and a bliss. I know this little girl is complete, no matter what happens to me. And I know my destination is heaven, far better than any place here, which must be incredible. God loves me with a sweet enduring unchanging love and fills and healed my brokenness. All the travel was searching for what He gave me as fast as He could without further damage. What an incredible God we have, so worthy of our everything. Now, I am absolutely brimming with Love and love is my home now.❤❤❤
I am still on a journey, still humbly teachable
I walk or run as need demands
I am still on this journey with those I love
Those who remain are purposeful.
I still journey on, no matter the weather
It all has a purpose.
On my journey, no matter the hostile environment
Faith reminds me God walks beside.
I am still on a journey of epic proportions
To heaven one day and here now.❤
A lot I do remember, some is still fuzzy, and I have lost the memories of many a tumultuous year. And I have forgotten many deep wounds and remember others still (although the pain has been replaced by scars dripping with forgiveness), lots I appreciate and many great little moments worked in. I remember many guys, which led me to the decision that either most guys are selfish or more likely that I have not exhibited great wisdom in the past choosing guys, which is far more likely (or maybe 50/50 with college guys of which I am referring). And somewhere along this 43 year trek of road along this journey, not even sure of exactly when, but I believe God has tamed me. Through suffering and moments of glory, God has melted this wild girl into some semblance of a tame but strong, Godly woman. That is certainly not to brag, I am not sure if I know of many more humble, but it is to say that God is a miracle worker because me being tame is a miracle and only God could do that. I have been a fighter rebel, proud and strong, defending the weak (and me too) most of my life, living free and wild by hook or crook, desperate for adventure and attention and a kind word from anyone, no matter what it took to get one. And God shaped that sad soul into the woman I am, His little girl grown up to be momma to many. And that is why God is my Champion, my Lord and Master, my Savior, my Father and my Friend. He made me, I blew it, and He remade me. What story is more beautiful? Any that go like that. God is everything, friends. Don’t neglect Him for He does not neglect us. He is for us.❤
Daddy and I used to watch football together growing up. It was my favorite team sport to watch with him. (Boxing was my favorite sport of to watch with him but that is for another blog.) And if you watch football for any length of time and in any depth of strategic plays, you will find that the best teams have a great offense. And even if their defense is rather eh?, they can still turn out well by having an exceptional offense. And truly in life as well, I won many battles by offense focus, whether a threat from a bully heading my way, a difficulty brewing, a weird statement from a collegue, a lying attack against your character, whatever it might be. And when I saw the threat, I ran to meet it head on. Most threats are made by bullies of some sort, which are all cowards, and facing them makes them run off crying or frustrated and they leave you alone. Demonic attacks are the same. However, we work our offense on our knees in humble prayer and active Bible study. In this way, the weaker we seem, the stronger we are for God can work. And He is definitely in charge and over everything and everyone. God is bigger than any hurricane, as we experienced firsthand. He just is. Praise God! ❤ ❤ ❤
Never give up. Run the race. Finish the course before you. And on your journey to heaven, don’t forget not only to focus on Jesus’ arms ahead but on the beauty of the journey itself. There is glory in everything God made… His fingerprint and breath, His design and inerrant beauty. Run the race with purposefully beautiful intentions.❤
No matter what else is going on, how great is the truth of the road! The journey may be in circles but movement begats healing and truth is what moves me. On the road, in step with my prayers to Almighty God who made everything I look at, there is a vivid truth reality which propels me toward the better. Peace and joy flood in through the steps from the road through my shoe into my soul. God reminds me again I am not alone in this world. He is with me on the journey. I walk on.❤