To a significantly great extent, we are given the ability to choose to remember or forget. Now I realize that traumatic events take a great deal of time and forgiveness more than time to get to that place, but it is possible. I am proof of that. I remember what went down, but no longer remember smells or details or pain or sounds and yells. I chose to forgive long ago and more recently asked to forget and God granted me that to the extent a human mind can. We have to remember some or it may be repeated or help someone else somehow. Also, it becomes a beautifully remade scar filled with God’s diamond dust healing to give Him glory for healing us from it and making us prettier and humble.
But I really went down a rabbit hole there because I want us to all start practicing the remembrance of good things. In fact, I suggest we get a notebook or memo app and write down who and what kindness was done to us in our day. Thr smallest thing, the biggest thing. We can choose to remember. And then we can, at the end of the day, week, month, whatever, look at them and smile and thank God for those blessings. It may encourage you. You may see patterns. You may appreciate more. You may whine less. You may share the idea with someone else who seems down a lot. It may help them. Old fashioned people call that counting our blessings, but make that fresh and call it “choosing good” or “good things to remember” or something. Maybe post some good thing to lift someone’s face to God for a minute. Maybe change the world one good thing at a time.😄❤
So, Saturday, our gig day, is expecting rain. 90% chance. Even these weatherpeople have trouble getting that high of a chance wrong. So, we will know tomorrow afternoon if they decide to call it off and reschedule.
As for me, I am content. Outdoor Gigs used to be exhilerating for me but as I have matured, they have become rather obnoxious. More effort and hard on you and your voice for the same price. And we live in a rain forest until November. Instead of fun it is a pain in the neck.
But enough whining, sorry for all that pessimistic reality. I am quite content. Outside, inside, matters not. The entertainment is the thing… helping people remember good and happy things. This is what it is about. And I am thankful for every gig God provides and the strength to do them and our wonderful band family to do them with. It is fantastic to make beautiful and fun music together. God has blessed us and we all feel and acknowledge it.😄❤
Some people want bad things to happen. I used to think this was ridiculous but I see it. Always focused on the bad or in a constant hunt for it and focus on anything remotely unpleasant and blowing that into significance are all ways they prove this. Some people do not want n peace and prove it these ways. They want war and ugly and bad things because that is matches what is going on inside of them or they are used to it.
Instead of that, in direct opporition to it, if we embrace Christ, He gives peace and joy inside to all you to desire and work for good things. We have control of this and we do much greater even than that by yielding control to Jesus who is bivgerhan any bad habit or bad thing.
Focusing on God and accepting His love allows us to make good choices, which put any resulting bad thing into proper perspective, which is, eternally – speaking, insignificance. Choose today. You are stronger than you think (with God) and have the power to choose. 😄❤
So, having been a pianist for as long as I can remember, I have decided I don’t quite have enough to do and have decided to learn the bass guitar. I love the bass and have always wanted to play it. And I understand theory but do not want to learn that way because practically with working musicians, it helps very much to free float, be able to change keys in a heartbeat, walk around, just learn the instrument well. I took acoustic/classical guitar for 3 years as a kid so I have a start. So, for the glory of God and worship to Him, here we go… yippee!😄❤🎸🎶
I confess, I have wanted my neighbors to move away. I believe they were using and maybe selling from their house, so many ever-changing boarders and traffic and new men and husband every year or so and questionable – looking people, transients, etc. It always made me wary of having my kids out in the yard alone until we put up a 12 foot fence all the way around. That helped. I have been wary of them, wishing they move. I confess that readily.
Now that their house is being foreclosed on and her most recent husband left her and thr owner and her grown kids are busily and quickly moving their stuff out as I write this, my mind has changed and I feel very very sorry for her, for them. The choices she has made through the 10 years we have been neighbors has caused her so much pain that she appears to have aged 20 years in these 10 and is not much older than I am. And her choices caused her big house to fall apart and now be taken away from her. It is sad. I feel so bad fo her. Years of my talking to her and praying for and with her and making cookies and forgiving her for allowing her dog to attack and kill our cat in front of my son made no difference. She asked for prayer but then did not appear to change anything.
I feel badly for her. I will continue to pray for her. I hope whoever ends up there will be a good neighbor but time will tell. It will take a while to fix it’s brokenness, and who buys the biggest, most expensive house (once fixed up) in the neighborhood? We will see. But I will pray. I feel her heaviness of heart for having to leave her home for so long because of bad choices made. It is heavy an sobering. Bless her heart.❤
I have long known the bit about God using the broken beautifully. I have lived it. But in my case, it was my choice to be broken. How so? God wanted me because my Grandmas and Aunts were praying for Him to want me and I was proud and rebellious. I would not humble my heart to God with any of His many gentle nudges. So I had to be broken to have a chance to be humbled. God loved me enough and answered their prayers enough to break me to save my soul. I am excessively thankful and God can break me anytime I need it. I choose to stay humble, though, because I see it’s value. I realize you cannot have a relationship with God puffed up with pride. If broken gets you humble, be thankful for the broken. If broken does not lead to humble, it is wasted and may need to be repeated. Accept the lesson for it means you are loved enough to endure some temporary earthly pain to gain eternal glory. Someone is praying for God to draw close to you. Be thankful. Choose truly humble of heart to draw close to God who can make everything better inside- peace and joy and all.😄❤
Too many flippant or sarcastic words have come out of my mouth, infortunately. I realize it has been my greatest sin. I read again recently where we will have to give an account for every careless word we have said into eternity. That is sobering. So, I decided to repent and confess all those times to Christ for forgiveness and commit that verse to memory so I have that strong motivation to make me pause and guard my words before they come out. Words matter. And people need encouragement not sarcasm. They need truth instead of someone being right. God wants to hear praises too and not a constant wants list. Let’s guide our words and be a refreshing light to the dark world around us.❤