Ready for Jesus

My goal as a Christian is to please our loving God be ready to bow before Jesus. I believe that will happen sooner than most people are counting on. They think that because He hasn’t taken His church yet that He won’t. That is poor logic, because it only happens once and God said in His Word that He is being very patient so more can be saved.

My goal and focus is to please our loving God and be ready to bow before Jesus. How do I do that? By being saved by Jesus, pleasing God and bowing before Him now, always keeping the eternal perspective and focus. It is a willful conscious effort of thinking. It requires determined thought which requires far less energy than one may think because aligning with our Creator yields peace and assurance and joy. This is the goal.❤

Random Thoughts on Perspective

Perspective is the key. And thus focus. This dictates how life goes and how you feel while doing life.

For instance, there is a rock in Brazil where people pose a lot, looking like they are boldly and bravely hanging off the end of a cliff. In reality, this rock is a few feet off the ground and the vantage point of the camera is the illusion of depth and height.

Example 2, skating at the skating rink with my son last Thursday night. Many people were there. My blades were recently cleaned and wheels rotated so skating was more difficult. These difficulties could have been overlooked or focused n on, determining a positive or negative view of the night.

Example 3, being wronged consistently can make me worse by focusing on it and becoming bitter with unforgiveness. Or. I could be thankful for the opportunity to remain humble and practice forgiveness daily and draw closer to the Lord.

So, I recommend the perspective of our lives be to focus on eternity with Jesus. When we paint our lives with that right brush, the life is vibrant and bound for eternity in heaven with God. If we allow every hang nail or major or minor illness or fault against us distract us and depress us, we risk closeness with our Savior. If I keep baggage instead of releasing baggage to God’s care and control, I lesson my trust and faith in practice and can cause a divide between myself and God. May it never be so. I must let it go, forgive, rest in Him. Then I draw close to God and He matters so much more than anything else. ❤

Washing Windows

Fewer things I enjoy less than washing windows. Especially the outside of the house with ladders and cleaner to juggle. It is monotonous, boring, tedious, like counting rocks in a ten acre rock garden. So, I decided to make it a game, in true Mary Poppins style. Relying on my aggressive competitive nature, I am going to see how fast I can finish the windows and still get them spotless. I will make it fun. It will be fun. Muah ha ha. These windows will not defeat me. I will show them. ❤

Cleaning the Glasses

One of the joys (insert sarcasm) for me in turning 43 was a new, lovely (more sarcasm) fuzziness of things/words close to me. So now I have the luxury (yep, here too) of wearing reading glasses when I read or quilt, etc. Woo hoo! And one day, I put my glasses on to quilt and things were still fuzzy. I read and the words were fuzzy. So, assuming my eyesight was worsening, I started to be annoyed until I realized that my glasses had been smudged by fingerprints or some other obnoxious thing. I cleaned them and all was right again (or as right as possible having to wear reading glasses-Oy!). And I realized that we do that in life too. We see things flawed or skewed when in reality, we have some issues to clean up in the lenses of our minds. You see, how we view the world has everything to do with (directly proportional to) how much we clean up our hearts and minds. Truth is the great cleaning tool for this, found in the Bible, with a healthy heaping of love and prayer with God. When purified/cleaned, we see things differently, and our goal is to be so pure we see with the eyes of Jesus Christ. Then we understand what we need to do to help and why and how. This is a truly fantastic thing! ❤❤❤

Battle Relativity

I have found myself of late within a series of difficult events, fighting new battles within my mind. Throughout, I have navigated the rockiest of shores with a wide range of careful triumphant precision and something akin to trying to wrestle a live goose into a large pot of broth while blindfolded while crying like a chef who has just chopped no less than 100 raw onions. So, somewhere in the top!er coaster that has been me, I blew by my giftedness and focussed on, well, me. Disturbed by narcissists worldwide, I realized I was in very real danger of becoming one. So, what I can only call a revelation from God, just entered my mind. I have two things to use as tools in not becoming someone I hate or worse God cannot use. One is the biggest most powerful tool in the universe… the power and wisdom of the Holy Spirit, God Himself. Amazing! Grasping my problem with a firm grip and shaking it loose from me with a ferocity that rivals a lioness protecting her cubs is God protecting me when I ask. He is my powerful Heavenly Father after all. I am His and He is mine. Second tool is the gift of perspective of a sound mind naturally seeing the big picture. My innate zoom out camera in my mind. I had borrowed a friend’s attention to detail and fixated on the little nuggets that I generally, when true to self, would never have given the time of day. I had let go of who I was, the crazy, zany, wise one I was cut out to be who rises above the now and easily breathes in the big picture. I saw how tiny my own problems were compared to thousands being martyred and worse now, politicians as corrupt mob bosses of old, morality being plunged to negligible levels in the country I love the most, and so many other problems worldwide. My little issues are tiny specks compared to these things. Yes, they still matter to me. Of course, I love very very big and am passionately tender hearted so feel the recent losses in my life vehemently, but I cannot live there for there is much to be done. There are many hurting. If I live in my own hurt and get stuck there, who will be there to help others who are hurting? And who can help them best than someone who intimately understands and can empathize with their experiences? Oh how I would tie my own hands and God’s work through them if I gave in to sorrow and depression? What good would I be? Who would love these other hurting people? Whose hands would God use to heal them if not mine? And it hit me, I had given in to the temptation of selfishness and distraction and I refuse to give up my freedom to such petty things. So, here we are, arriving together at this momentous crossroad in my life. No doubt prayers uttered on my behalf brought it to fruition so I thank you dearly for them. And off we go, me with jobs to do, taking care of my family and home, serving others with my kids, visiting shutins and bringing them joy, being a part of the world again. No more protect and preserve mode. I have better things to do. I will save my tears for the onions.