I love history. That was rarely the case before I had a history. Once mature, and thankfully wiser- glory to God for that- I see and understand the value of true history. History drives the present for better or worse unless or because God intervenes, as the case may be. History will be repeated without intervention. This has been proven experientially and historically.
My own history is only here because of mostly my own life choices, some good and some bad and a myriad of layers of cover up or bragging, as the case may be. But the more I live, the more I realize life is not about me. I am a speck in the universe, significant only because God said I am and His love. That is true for every person, every country, every church group, every leader, every poor person, every rich person, every serviceman, or every robber.
The great news is that God, our Maker, knows us intimately, those who allow Him to have an intimate relationship with the only One who truly matters. And this should keep us humble in history’s scope and focused on the present worship of all-mighty, holy, loving God. Praise Jesus!😄❤❤❤
Notre Dame in billowing smoke, set ablaze. So very sad. My heart goes out to those in France for this devastation to their history and art. The building itself was a priceless art piece.
And at the same time, Al-Aqsa Mosque in Jerusalem was also on fire. How interesting this is and horrible to boot. Any time so much rich history is damaged, it is sad and strange.
I find it odd these happened together. Catholic and Muslim holy buildings in flames together. Thank God no one has lost a life they know of. A building is replaceable (despite what they say) but a human soul is excessively more valuable. And it is very good to remember that history is valuable because of teaching people lessons from it and as the lesson and people remain, hope still thrives, even if the buildings suffer. The lessons are the thing. We must take from history the lessons God provides to draw us to Himself. Buildings are not the thing, the lessons and relationship with God is the thing that really matters. ❤
Been very contemplative lately. Perhaps it is all the spring cleaning and fun (pool, park, friends over, library, etc.) Or maybe it is helping my mom with a lot of things she needs help with all of a sudden. Or maybe it was some recent bad news but for whatever reason, I have been more contentedly contemplative about my history.
There used to be people I could not shake, one in particular, no matter what I did. And fighting it seemed to make it worse. This history I had with this individual changed my life. However the symbiosis ended expediently and painfully so goodbye was aggressively toilsome and closure was an evasive flower always around the bend but never arriving.
History of this sort was my nemesis. I wanted to be angry but I am not. I wanted to scream but could not from the numbness. For years this followed me, tortured me, distracted me.
I kept praying. I began fasting weekly in September of last year and continue to this day. Always praying and talking to God about eliminating this history’s hold on me.
I realized today driving home that history is indeed history, or as much as it ever should be or can be. It is still a part of you but not a distraction from the present, not an impedence.
And that, my friend, is freedom. I am free now. It is God who gives freedom, I am convinced within myself. God is the patient giver of loving grace to free us from ourselves and make us so much better resultantly. I have this peace and joy from God I have not had for so very long and deeper than I have ever had. There is a tightness with God that I think cannot be had in any way other than His getting you through some serious hardship(s). God is so very good!❤❤❤
Even if the past was fantastic beyond measure and the best time of your life and more meaningful than anything else ever, still, even then, leave the past in the pasture behind you or you’ll step in something unpleasant. You went through that time, for better or worse and it meant something significant for better or worse but it was foe a season. How do you know? You would still be there if it was meant for now. Simple. Oh, one thing I wish I could scream to the world is that life is really very simple and meant to be so. The simple things matter, what remains matters, the present matters. It is simple. If you left someone awful or magnificent in the past for any reason or if they left you, that was the answer. People never throw away or leave that which they truly love. There is your answer. Accept and embrace the pain of it and leave it there and walk on. There is more to life than memories and histories. That is part of us but we need to focus on the now. God has us where we are for a reason. It is beautiful and meaningful now. The past may have held more meaning or more happiness but just because that of now is different makes it no less important and meaningful, just different. Stay here. Own it. Be present fully. If every day were a party, there would be no party.❤
What we as Americans sink our teeth into is freedom. We have it on the backs of thousands and thousands of courageous men and women who went before us. We love our freedom. We breathe it. Our freedom has been threatened many times, sometimes from foreign threats and much more often by traitors with horrifying agendas. We have been saved, I firmly believe, directly by God in response to prayer and fasting of Christians who care about freedom. And God blessed us with a President, unlike the few we have had before that destroyed more than helped, who loves and protects freedom and knows the truth that God got us here. Freedom always has a past, a back story. It never stands alone. It is like a tall, beautiful, huge flower on a singular stem whose leaves have been plucked off. It cannot stand without support. History is that support. We must find the truth of it, teach our children and live in such a way that honors our forebears and keeps our freedom very much alive and protected and beautiful. D-day is a huge historic event that happened today at Normandy and along the French coast that helped freedom eventually win and proved the will and spirit of the good guys conquers more than the might and numbers of an evil force against it. This is worth every honor we give it and when we tell our children, we celebrate the warrior’s passion for freedom which put freedom before even their own life. They are incredible and I am so thankful for them. We must remember.❤