Mystics

It has been eluded to, that I have in my quest to actually think on my own and begin to know my God, have become a "mystic".
Here are a few definitions of what a "mystic" is.....

A) someone who believes in the existence of realities beyond human comprehension

B) Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God. Soren Kierkegaard

C) Someone who has divine intent and who can lift the lid of doubt to comprehend a reality beyond most human understanding. Mystic is from the Greek word - mysticos. Someone who is spiritually aware though not necessarily religious in a religious sense. A mystic is absolutely focused on a path to God. A mystic is heart centred and love is the driving force. A mystic is not aware of being a mystic. If he or she was then they are not mystics. Many may claim to be mystics and of those there are thousands but the true mystic is a discovery of heart.

D) Any Christian can have a mystical experience in the normal course of life, the Christian mystic on the other hand makes a conscious effort to draw near to God through deep prayer and the use of spiritual exercises aimed at opening the heart and mind to God. The mystic may feel overwhelmed by God’s love or power or wisdom and moved to tears, so mysticism is dismissed as overly emotional by some Christian academics.

If these are some of the definitions, then so be it....I confess.....but, like it says above, a "mystic is not aware of BEING a mystic". So, if people call that to a mystics attention, does that THEN disqualify them? Too many rules....can't go there....all I know is that "my determined purpose is to know Him".....if that makes me a mystic, then so be it. I much prefer the title Mystic to the title of Fundamental Evangelical Religious Right. And yet...it is not about labels...labels are for men....it is LOVE not LABELS that matter....and so....as a mystic...I will leave you with this quote ( though there are SO MANY to share!!!)

"We are all of us more mystics than we believe or choose to believe...We have seen more than we let on, even to ourselves. Through some moment of beauty or pain, some subtle turning of our lives, we catch glimmers at least, of what the saints are blinded by; only then, unlike the saints, we go on as though nothing has happened. To go on as though something has happened even though we are not sure what it is or just where we are supposed to go with it, is to enter the dimension of life that religion is a word for." Fredrick Buechner

Ashes

"to grant consolation and joy to those who mourn. To give them an ornament of beauty instead of ashes..." Today, reading, my Father gently reminded me of the pictures I took in Canada of the burnt Kootney Park Forrest. The huge felled trees that had the smallest life form growing right next to it...it intrigued me, but now I can see why more clearly. It is not just that you have "ashes", but that ashes are the REMAINS of something burnt. Something destroyed by intense heat, by a careless act, by an act of God.....still, the fire started, burned, destroyed, smoldered, and the once strong trees are consumed by it....until they have not the strength to stand and must fall to the ground charred, broken, unproductive.....and yet....it is the ashes of these burns that actually FEED the new Forrest....they provide the nutrients and environment for new growth. Something that was once a solid form has changed its state of being. It is now become food for the new and ever changing Forrest. And those new growths bring new life, not only to the Forrest, but to the creatures who live there as they can come feed on the new growth. And so it with my life...with our lives together....we were burnt a year ago, we have fallen, but we are being fed on the ashes and strengthened ...we grow green in the shadow of our once tall standing life. There is life after a burn....from the passersby view, it seems hopeless and devastating...it looks like it can NEVER be pretty again! But to those who know....who have seen these fires....who know the outcome either by experience, or training, or just paying attention, it is a bitter sweet picture. The loss of what was, is sad....but the hope of what that loss will bring is exciting! And so we are...."a burned out Forrest and no one could do anything for me. But You put food in my body, water in my dry bed and to my blackened branches You brought the springtime green and a new life...nothing is impossible for YOU.... You have redeemed my soul from the pit of emptiness, You have redeemed my soul from death."

I learned this verse a million years ago by heart....it seems it may take my lifetime to learn it by "soul"....to allow it to go so deep into the crevices of my being, that when my own thoughts, or others actions attempt to drive me to the depths of despair, I will immediately grab hold of this promise from my Father, remember it and live my life according to the promise rather than by the plea I seem to repeat, that is for the pain to be taken away...for the "cup" of sorrow to be passed over my life. What nonsense. Learning IS this life! Why do I expect any less than that?! Help me Father to remember....remember....remember.....
"Casting the WHOLE of your care, all your worries, all your anxieties, all your concern ONCE AND FOR ALL on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully. And after you have suffered a little while (and "little"is obviously seen by an Omnipotent GOD differently than I see it!), the God of all grace, who imparts all blessing and favor, who has called you to His own eternal glory in Christ Jesus, WILL HIMSELF COMPLETE AND MAKE YOU WHAT YOU OUGHT TO BE , establish and ground you securely and strengthen and settle you!"
Hello? Can I get an AMEN!!

Well, you can see why this blog is called HUPOMENO....because "hanging in there" is what my life, on most days, consists of. Which is not a bad thing....it is just my thing. Been an emotional week....dark clouds hang over my heart even as the sun has decided to come out and play. I refuse to go back on antidepressants though...I have gone through the worst year of my life with out those meds, and I will not go back. Hopefully. Lord willing. And so today, in His faithfulness to my ever wounded heart, God puts this reading in my path...
"God is a 1000 times more meticulous with us than even an artist is with his canvas. Using many brush strokes of sorrow and circumstances of various colors, He paints us into the highest and best image He visualizes, if we will only receive His bitter gifts of myrrh in the right spirit. Yet when our cup of sorrows is taken away and the lessons in it are suppressed or go unheeded, we do more damage to our soul than could ever be repaired. No human heart can imagine the incomparable love God expresses in His gift of myrrh. However, this great gift that our soul should receive is allowed to pass by us because of our sleepy indifference and ultimately nothing comes of it. Then, in our barrenness we come and complain, saying,'O, Lord, I feel so dry and there is so much darkness with in me!' My advice to you, dear child, is to open your heart to the pain and suffering and it will accomplish more good than being full of emotion and sincerity."
"The cry of man's anguish went up to God,
"Lord, take away pain:
The shadow that darkens the world You have made,
The close, choking chain
That strangles the heart, the burden that weighs
On the wings that would soar,
Lord, take away pain from the world You have made,
That it love You the more."
Then answered the Lord to the cry of His world:
"Shall I take away pain,
And with it the power of the soul to endure,
Made strong by the strain?
Shall I take away pity that knits heart to heart
And sacrifice high?
Will you lose all your heroes that lift from the fire
Wisdom toward the sky?
Shall I take away love that redeems with a price
And smiles at the loss?
Can you spare from your lives that would climb unto Me
The Christ on His cross?"

STREAMS IN THE DESSERT

If the trees of the fields clap their hands, then the trees of the Canadian Rockies dance with the wind....and do an outstanding job of it I might add!

MAY DAY

You know how that saying goes.."this is the first day of the rest of your life"? Well, I always thought that was poppycock.....but I think I may change my mind... you see, today is a very important day in my life. A day that will forever redefine May day for me. Last year at this time, it WAS indeed a cry for help on that explosive May Day.....this year, it will be replaced by a beautiful, meaningful May day....so it could really be called the first day of the rest of my life. Beginnings. Ends. They seem to all run together sometimes. Like the song I was introduced to this week...the one about "where joy and sorrow meet". It seems to sum up the whole of this last year, culminating in today. It is the place at Jesus feet where this phenom occurs. It is a place in the spirit, the heart, the mind, the soul. It can not be touched by human hands. It can not be seen with human eyes. It lies in the mystery of those things that ,unless we are still enough inside, we can not understand. I have learned so much in this last year about myself, and the worth of those things will never be calculated on this side of heaven. So this early morning in May, on May Day, I sit and ponder the pain, the soul searching, the cries, the love, the agony and joy of life...my life....and am thankful that I have lived it....that I have lived through it....that I have lived it in victory, continuing on the journey of my hinds feet on high places....and I thank my God that He has loved me enough to not leave me in the places I have been, but ruffles my nest to move me outward, upward and onward....falling and rising for sure, but always with His wings at the ready to catch me before I hit bottom....And so, with Him at my side, I celebrate this day of new beginnings...it is after all, May Day....

Cycles and Songs

In my life there are cycles. In these cycles, God gives me songs to get me through. Some good cycles but mostly trying cycles. The songs that He gives me provide encouragement, peace, strength, assurance, direction and comfort. Music is to my soul what food is to my body. Sustenance. As I begin this "Easter" week in my life cycle, when my marriage died and He began to resurrect it, God has given me a song. It sustains me. It lifts me out from the dead even while still in the body. It soothes my soul and strengthens my heart. The words are wonderful, but to hear the music that goes with it adds a dimension that words cannot produce. Yet, here are the words that will remain this next week while I endure a rough cycle in my life experience.

All the way my Saviour leads me
Who have I to ask beside?
How could I doubt His tender mercy
Who through life has been my Guide?
All the way my Saviour leads me
And cheers each winding path I tread
Gives me grace for every trial
Feeds me with the Living Bread.
You lead me and keep me from falling
You carry me close to Your heart
And surely Your goodness and mercy will follow me...
All the way my Saviour leads me
And oh the fullness of His love!
Oh the sureness of His promise
In the triumph of His blood!
And when my spirit clothed immortal
Wings it's flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages
Jesus led me all the way!
You lead me and keep me from falling
You carry me close to Your heart
And surely Your goodness and mercy will follow me.....

Today in reading, I am struck how, like Abraham, I have doubted that God could take this old marriage, this tattered relationship, these broken people, and make it prosper...but He has. And I, like Abraham, must hold on to the promises that He gave me during the dark night of my soul, and grasp them for dear life as I blindly grapple my way back to the light of day. "Hope being GONE, he hoped in faith and did not weaken when he saw the circumstances before him impossible...but he grew strong and was empowered by faith AS he gave praise and glory to God. Above all, he, Abraham, was fully assured and satisfied that God was ABLE and MIGHTY to keep His word and to DO what He had promised." And so it is with me...all my life, I have had nothing to have faith in except my God. That, I have held on to...and will continue to hold on to, until that day when my faith becomes my eyes....He has never left me, or forsaken me...He has loved me with an everlasting unchanging strong grasping love....that, no one can ever take away from me...though my heart and flesh may fail, He will not.

Job....what a good ol boy...

"Who among all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In His hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind. " And who are the "these" he speaks of? Beast, birds, bushes and fish...."these" know more, believe more, see more than apparently the eyes of man do....they KNOW HIM....they KNOW HIS hand! Do we? Do I? Do we even WANT to?! Or is it too hard, or is it not what WE want to happen, or imagine it to be in our dreams.....have we been so brainwashed by the "have it your way" mentality of this century, that we think we are owed to have it our way?! Obviously so. But His way.....is indeed better. Not perhaps easier, or more lucrative, or glamorous but better...for us and those around us watching. His hand is gentler than the worlds, steadier than mine and much more accurate than those of any leader. Think of it....these creatures and inanimate objects KNOW the hand of the Creator God....look to them...pattern after them...they trust, use instinct, don't worry, do what they were made to do, be what they were made to be....they don't have to figure it out or have endless hours of counseling....they just are what they are and do what they do in keeping with who God made them to be and they function within what they were made to be....and we spend agonizing amounts of time trying to figure all the minute details of that out instead of letting God just lead for us.....go figure.

Strengths vs. Weakness

Yes, we all have them, those lurky pesky little things. Even my strengths sometimes I consider a hindrance. And yet, to fully comprehend that my God MADE me with each particular indentation of His fingerprint....I am discovering that what I once considered a fault, is truly a jewel. What, perhaps, the enemy meant for evil, my God made for good. Both His and mine. As I go through the process of learning this, I see that it is like jewels hidden like Easter eggs, in the corners and shadowed places in my life...how delightful to find all the things HE has placed there behind the rocks and crevasses of my soul....the Son shines on them, little by little and one by one and I see the glint of a sparkle reflected off them...reflected by His light bouncing off the gift and back to my eyes....and I marvel at what HE has made and given to me. For example, these emotions!!! He has given to me. He planned for ME to be entrusted with them..the strength of them, the depth of them, the roller coaster of them, He gave. I am a steward. And this morning I was praying about this and I was reminded how that if I, being human and limited, can have this deeply running river of emotions in ME, then HOW MUCH MORE my Father has in Himself, these deep emotions!!! It is so overwhelming to see how deeply HE LOVES ME!! Hebrews says that Abraham "WENT although he did not know or TROUBLE HIS MIND about WHERE he was to go." To live each day in eager anticipation of Your unfolding of it for me....IN me.....THROUGH me..... Thanks for my gifts Abba...

Answer.....

To last blog......"Why are you cast down Oh my inner self? And why should you moan over me and be disqueted within me? Hope in God and WAIT EXPECTANTLY for Him, for I shall yet praise Him, my help and my God. O my God, my life is cast down upon me and I find the burden more than I can bear!! Therefore will I EARNESTLY REMEMBER YOU from the land of the Jordan River and the summits of Mout Hermon, ....Roaring deep calls to roaring deep at the thunder of Your waterspouts; all Your breakers and Your rolling waves have gone over me. Yet the Lord will command His loving kindness in the daytime and in the night His song shall be with me, a prayer to the God of my life! Why are you cast down O my soul? And why should you moan over me and be disquieted within me? HOPE IN GOD AND WAIT EXPECTANTLY FOR HIM, FOR I SHALL YET PRAISE HIM WHO IS THE HELP OF MY COUNTENANCE AND MY GOD!!" He is risen indeed.

Mood Swings

Why do I have them all the time?!!! AGRHGHHHHH!!! I can have such a positive outlook one day and the next be down so far in the opposite direction!! Stabilization seems to elude me at times. Yet, I try. I won't give up. This has been a very hard year, and I wish I could blame it on that, but this has been a lifelong curse that seems to never go away. I know God has good plans for me, but like Job, I sometimes wonder what the reason is or what the outcome could possibly be! NEVERTHELESS... I press on....just harder to press on during days like this. Sometimes I feel like I am doing good to tread the waters of this life and at others, I feel like I am just floating on my back in serenity looking up at the sky and the clouds that float by carefree. Is this just LIFE? Are there other people like this?!! Surely it is universal and I will take some comfort in that fact. And yet.....I guess it keeps me close to my Source and that....is a good thing. Just wish there were an easier way...an easy button would help. Feelings are fickle. I know the facts. I try to keep them harnessed and in place...at times that is hard on the old strength of fortitude....need a break....from what though? Reality? No. I have tried that and it NEVER works!! From treading I think....yes, that will do....treading....

So...onward and upward and another day goes by...seemingly wasted. ......and yet, is it? If I am learning the lesson I guess it is not.

Bermuda

It's not just a triangle in the Caribbean!!! It is a tool of satan in my garden!! I swear that it comes up straight from the depths of hell....you can NOT get it out!!! EVER!!! It is in every fiber and grain of my garden this year. I was, of course, in a hurry to get my veggies out and could not, NO, have taken the time to kill the grass and put on weed blocker sheets, and then put top soil on it. No. That would be too easy. But I have never pulled so much and left so much and cared so little in my life. That stuff seriously is IN THE GROUND TO THE MAGMA! I know there is something the Lord is trying to teach me through this little garden...He always does through working in it....Perhaps the fact that the stinking Bermuda is like the sin or the humanness of my life. Perhaps to show me how good and worthy things take time and energy and patience. Perhaps it is just to show me how little I have of that P word. I worked in my garden for at least 4 hours today. There was no t.v.....no Internet.....no music (except for the serenade of the birds)....there were no other humans to talk over my thoughts with .....just me....talkin to myself and my God. It is a lost art to just be alone....in a garden....working with out sounds and interruptions. I have just finished watching the John Adams movie and was impressed how a man so greatly thought of was laying bricks with his son towards the end of his life.....how he worked with his hands on the land. It got me to thinking today about how the Settlers DID it! How the Indians did it....How my grandparents did it!!! Wondering what their secrets would have been for this cursed Bermuda! Wondering how they did it with out Lowes to go to or tillers to till or miracle grow!!! The best part of hard work like that is getting dirty. So dirty and sweaty and exhausted.....then.....comes the best of the best....the nice soothing warm....clean to the bone shower. Not a better feeling to be had for an outside laborer......

Plantings

I love the spring. I feel this morning as though I was planted almost a year ago - into the dark hard earth by God - like the little roots of the hostas I have planted....I covered them with dirt, I waited and waited and waited for their signs of life - the rains beat them, the freezing north wind blew them, the 6 inches of snow buried them, the hard freeze came and froze them and any hope of their making it - through these stages I saw one tiny leaf begin to push upward, and through it all, begin to rise. I looked at it the other day, and it is rather a small and ill- shaped leaf... a little brown and deformed....and yet, somewhere beneath it's paltry showing, grow roots - going deep, holding on, gathering sustenance - unseen to my eyes but doing so none the less. I am like that ....this past year - I am holding on and growing. I am not yet what God has intended me to be, but I WILL be....I have been....I am becoming.....I will continue....I will not lay dormant and die or give up!!! But I will indeed press on...press upward...grow outward...for the world to see and for my God to be blessed by the life He intended me to lead and live.

Spurgeon says....."Watch for God in the events of your life. Unless you put the water jars out when it rains, you will never collect the water." And so I do. I collect the water of Life in my soul....I drink it down....I grow less deformed, deeper rooted and a joy to those who see and can enjoy what God has made of this once ugly decrepit thing that was the beginning of a beautiful plant. Let the spring with its torrents of storms, produce in me the strong and wonderful product it was chosen to be, with roots that grow ever deeper and stronger in the soil of this life.....with grace and beauty.

Religion

I have been in religion all of my life. I have been religious, judgmental, ecumenical, theological, hypocritical, and been legalistic as well, most all of my life. And yet, I knew there was something more....something I wasn't getting. I have read Catholics, Buddhist, atheists, fanatic fundamentalists, left and rightists, middle of the roadists, faith healers and faith stealers. I, in the late middle of my expected life, have now come to the conclusion that it is much simpler than this. To live it, to believe it, it takes a very SIMPLE style....Jesus, of course, said it best....it is to "love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul and mind and your neighbor as yourself." Simple. To the point. And yet, so seemingly elusive to most every form or shape of "religion" I have come across. Because it is NOT a religion....it is a belief and way of life....one you practice or not, every day in every way, or NOT. Rules written on the tablet of your heart to hold in high esteem not scorched into your burdened mind to carry and to keep upon penalty.

I was privileged to be able to keep my oldest grandson this past week. I was able to share some simple Bible stories with him. Not because I had a Bible thumping him over the head but because the things we were observing in nature itself, gave way to stories that related. I want so much for all my children to know, all the world to know, the God that has brought me out from among the dead while still in the body. The God that has delivered my soul from the depths of hell and suffering. The God that keeps my heart, my tears, my life in His hands. And yet, I want them to know Him because they see it in me, not because it is a preached religion with rules that only parch the heart and leave you dry and thirsty for the true water of life. I want them all to know the freedom we have in Him. Not just freedom to DO whatever comes across your mind, but freedom to BE what it is that came across HIS mind when we were created by Him. It has taken me 50 plus years to get to this point in my life...this point where I can hear Him above the others, where I see Him in all things, where I feel His love and presence, and even hear His voice clearly at times. I am at a point where I am not following rules put down and watered down by men, but am in a relationship put forth and grown carefully by God and His love for me.

All this to say, that I have grown in wisdom the past 10 years of my life....in many different ways, the sluffing off of my religious past is only one of them....one that I so desire to pass on to the next generation....but how? When they all live so far away, and all of us lead such busy lives? And when we see each other, there is so much to say and catch up on that to plumb the deep waters of our souls together is never accomplished. What are the options to share with your children then? As opportunity arises and as He speaks through me....for I, like Moses, do not know how to speak what is in my ever overflowing heart! But I desire to be faithful to open my mouth let Him speak who never wants for words.

Life is Limbo....

Life is organic....it is evolutionary....ever changing ....unsettled and unsettling....Just when you seem to "get it", "it" changes! Just when you think you know where you are "going", the road does a 180 on you. Just when you get the song memorized, they throw in a new verse! Ever and always changing....and why? To keep us on our toes? To torture us? No...to teach us/ME things I would be too comfortable to learn otherwise. The verse God gave to me for this phenomenon is this; "As an eagle that STIRS UP HER NEST, THAT FLUTTERS OVER HER YOUNG, He spread abroad His wings and He took them, He bore them on His pinions. So the Lord alone led him.."

There you have it. Simple. Straight. He takes me out of my "nest" of comfort and stirs up my life, so that I can learn His lessons...His truths....His reality....Only by experience do we actually put into practice what we THINK we know! Thank God He cares enough for me to stir my nest!! It has gotten rigid at times, stinky at times and stagnant.....Kind of like spring cleaning of the soul.....

Sad....

Sad day yesterday...too many reasons to list....felt like my feet weighed a ton and my heart even heavier....kept my head above water though and that, for me is a great accomplishment in itself! God gave me a song that I have never even heard by an artist I thought that I had listened to every song he ever made. Here are the lyrics.....

Stand on the corner I watch my breath freeze in the air

See how it lifts and then vanishes

But I know You're still there

I've got nowhere else to go

Cause the only life that I know comes from You

And I can't walk away

Though the truth is that it can be so hard to wait

When a million voices whisper and they tell me I should leave

Into the shadows that the moon casts

On these alleys and these streets

But I know that chasing shadows won't get me anywhere

Cause I've been there

So I stand on the promise

Cause I know that the promise is sure

That it comes from beyond us and tells us again

That there's a whole 'nother world

Well the one I'm in keeps spinning 'round

But I want to stay right here cause I found You

So I'm waiting for you Jesus

Cause I know that those who wait

They will mount with wings like eagles

They will run and not grow faint

They will walk and not grow weary

And their strength shall be renewed

So I'm waiting on You

Come back soon

Cause I'm waiting on You.

rich mullins

Henri....

"All human beings are alone. No other person will completely feel like we do, think like we do, act like we do. Each of us is unique and our aloneness is the other side of our uniqueness. The question is whether we let our aloneness become loneliness or whether we allow it to lead us into solitude. Loneliness is painful: solitude is peaceful . Loneliness makes us cling to others in desperation; solitude allows us to respect others in their uniqueness and create community.

Letting our aloneness grow into solitude and not into loneliness is a lifelong struggle. It requires conscious choices about whom to be with, what to study, how to pray, and when to ask for counsel. But wise choices will help us to find the solitude where our hearts can grow in love."

Henri Nouwen is more than an author....he is a mentor, even from the grave. He listens to his own heart and in turn touches mine....others.....millions. As I have read his books, it is like reading the pages of my soul....my mind.....my heart.....It is like he has been there with me through all my struggles and has written them on every page. Like looking into a crystal ball and seeing who you are.

Loneliness has been so much a part of my life from early on. It has, until lately, been my adversary. Now, it is becoming my advisor. It has been a process of turning loneliness into solitude, but a journey well worth the taking....well worth the exquisite pain....well worth the great effort it takes to look deep within your self and discover the motives and the madness of what has made up your life. And Henri is right! Solitude is ever so much more peaceful than being lonely......Solitude spurs you forward, loneliness leaves you lagging behind in sorrow ....solitude brings hope...loneliness brings hurt. It is a skill that takes large blocks of time and loads of thought processing, but reaps a benefit that cannot be calculated. Peace. In every area. I am thankful for this new found skill I have been learning. It's never too late, or too early to start on the road less traveled toward solitude.

SURELY!!!

Psalm 23:6 "Surely goodness and mercy will follow me..." Follow. What does that MEAN? Do goodness and mercy actually follow us around....picking up the pieces as the Lord leads? Does it mean to follow, making sure we do the right things, looking over our shoulders? Does it mean to follow as to keep in line or in step as we should? Checking up on us? Well, that is what I woke up with on my mind this morning....so I did a little searching for some kind of clarity for myself. Not much time to pursue it this morning, but will keep my eyes open and ears to the Spirit who speaks truth and love to me.....

"Will follow" - YADA - yawdah - a primitive root to know (properly, to ascertain by seeing), used in a great variety of senses, figuratively, literally, euphemistically and inferentially (including observation, care, recognition; and causatively, instruction, designation, punishment, etc.) - to acknowledge, acquaintance, advise, answer, appoint, be aware, comprehend, consider, declare, be diligent, cause to discern, discover, familiar friend, feel, instruct, kinsman, cause to know, come to give knowledge, understand........"

And those are just a few of the definitions I found from Strong's. I like them. They comfort me on a different level than just the seemingly mysterious words "will follow". I like them, I feel them....but especially the one that says "familiar friend".... that kind of friend knows HOW to follow....to give you what is good for you at any particular time and in all particular circumstances...and in VERY particular ways. Ways that only you know come from the heart of that friend. Mercy and Goodness. What friends!!! To follow me... to do for ME, ALL of the above stated definitions! Mercy......Goodness......who better to have my back walking through this life?!!!

Trees

The "trees of the fields" clap their hands the hardest when the wind blows.....

Power of Stillness

Taken from STREAMS IN THE DESERT...."There is a place of stillness that allows God the opportunity to work for us and give us peace. It is a stillness that ceases our scheming , self-vindication and the search for a temporary means to an end through our own wisdom and judgement. Instead, it lets God provide an answer through His unfailing and faithful love, to the cruel blow we have suffered. Oh how often we thwart Gods intervention on our behalf by taking up our own cause or striking a blow in our defense. May God grant us this silent power."

I have lived my life in anxiety and fear. I have therefore, tried to be in "control" of all that surrounded me, to protect me from being hurt or surprised....however, it turns out that in trying to be in control, I lost control...of who I was, who I was designed to be in this world. Trying to control the outer turmoil, I created and lived with an inner turmoil which had a far greater capacity to destroy me than any outer source could conceive. The inner turmoil seems also a much harder place to try and correct the damage done....but the place where I am going to, the road that I am choosing to travel each day, in each moment, with each breath and each thought, is peace.....by letting go of the past, whether moments ago or decades ago, and pressing on towards a higher calling of peace... with my self first and my neighbor next.

Letting Go...

Chatted with a new girl last night on the world wide web. She was getting ready to check out some schools for her preschoolers today and was very sad that she was going to have to "let them go" to school. Well, little does she know, that each and every day since the day they were born, is a day of "letting go". Seems like when they come out of that safe and secure place at birth, they are on the road to leave....leave the womb....leave the yard....leave for school....leave for their first date.....leave to get married.....leave the state in search of adventure....leave your house....forever. Yep....living this old life is just one big highway of going somewhere....and how else would you have it?! For them to stay home and be sheltered would make for a very retarded world! Of course, I think they had the right idea on the show "Dallas", where the whole family stayed together in one big honkin house on vast acreages of land....but alas....life is not a t.v. show. And so, given that fact, we must all let go constantly, of the things we think we could never let go of....our children, our house, our dogs, our friends and last, but not least, death is the final letting go.....

So my advice? Not that anyone is asking or even READING these posts, but ........to the world wide web I give it.......learn early how to let go gracefully.....then let me know how to do it would ya?

Speaking of letting go.....HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCAS!!!!!

Dish Washing

Dish washing, I am coming to see, is a lost art. The invention of the dishwasher by a woman in the 1860's, seems to have altered our lives and had a deeper impact than I am sure SHE even realized. The dishwasher didn't even take off until the 1950's though. The decade I was born in seems to have been a time of great change and prosperity. I will now sound like my grandmother who was born in 1900....".I remember when" dishes were washed by hand!

We have been remodeling our home, and decided we did not have room for a dishwasher. We are downsizing and really, it is a rather tiny kitchen! So, we decided to do without that appliance that takes up lots of room, uses lots of kilowatts and water, puts out heat when it dries, and most importantly, robs us of our time with each other or robs us of time in contemplation for ourselves.

What I remember about dish washing as child, was that it was an extension of the meal! The fellowship around the kitchen table, was not over when you finished eating! That fellowship continued around the dish washing ritual. It was a time when all the women got to talk about the things THEY wanted to talk about but not with the "men folk" around. Perhaps the latest gossip, or some important and very secret thing their husbands were working on at the job, or what so-and-so had on at church that day, or how their son was acting up. It was also a time for our family to be with each other individually. In our family, my mother worked, so my dad would pitch in and stand with his feet spread out (so he wouldn't have to bend over so much) in front of the sink washing the dishes that we all cleaned off the table. He would use scalding hot water as well, which I remember often making the mistake of putting my hand in his water. Wow! It burned like hell!! Then one of us would dry. Or, it would be my brother and I who did the washing and drying, always with a squabble about WHO would do WHAT! Always with the "dryer" handing back the "not-good-enough" plate or fork, to the "dishwasher" to be done over. And of course, there was always the ruckus that took place when the "dryer" was almost done, and with the thin white cotton towel at just the right consistency ....the dryer would do his/her "windup" behind the back of the "dishwasher" and then BAM!!!! The game was on!!! The proverbial flipping-of-the-dishwasher-game had begun!!! And oh the fun that ensued!!! That, in itself, is a lost art as well.....flipping towels. There is no more perfect towel than the one described above, for this game. Do they even MAKE those kind anymore?!! There were also conversations about your day, your thoughts, your dreams, your questions about life.....so MUCH enveloped this dish washing ritual back in the old days. We have gotten so instant in our living , in our loving , in our thinking and doing, that some of the good things about the old days have become lost arts. Like dish washing. Well, in my house, it is back, and we both love it! It is simple. It is free. It is freeing. You can actually get to know a little bit more about the person you live with, or the people you have over. It is a time for intimate conversation... for perhaps asking those questions that no one seems to have time for anymore. If you do the dishes alone, it is also a GREAT time of reflection on your day, or your life, to just be still or to simply dream. It is especially great, though if there just so happens to be someone around that you can flip with that beautiful white cotton towel!!!!!! Try it... you'll like it!!

Kids

Kids....I have 3 boys, 3 girls, 2 grandsons and 3 granddaughters! I love them all so very much. Each is so different, each so wonderful and so much to offer. I am very proud of them all. They are all good people in good ways. I didn't do too bad raising them and they didn't do too bad finding mates....and they all did a GREAT job of giving me the most beautiful and intelligent and creative grandchildren one could ever want. Only one tiny problem. They all live a full 10-18 hours away from me!! I always dreamed that I would get to have the kind of relationship to my grands as I had with my own grandma. I miss that so much it hurts. This morning I got up and read a friends blog. It was a wonderful blog! So exciting about the triplets that they are having! And I am THRILLED for them! They both deserve these children so very much and will make fantastic parents! But....for some reason, it made me ask God again why my Isabella couldn't have stayed here..... then, the agony continues on into the self flagellating stance of why I can't live close to my grandchildren. Instant tears. Instant pain. The knife that seems to always stand ready for stabbing my heart, hits with a vengeance. I cry. It goes away now as I let it out here.... it is only a passing thing...trouble is, it passes by again and again. Don't get me wrong! I think I have a fairly good relationship with all my grandchildren considering how far away they are! I love them. They love me. We have a GREAT time when we are together. They even call me on occasion which makes this grandma heart blossom like jonquils in winter. But it is not the same. In reality, it can NOT be the same because of the distance. Its like a woman who wants to have a baby SO badly, but can't. Her heart bleeds for it, her mind thinks of it, her body aches for it...and so it is with this grandma. My closest friend gets to baby sit her 2 beautiful grandchildren every day. She has another on the way that she will get to keep also. I work with her husband a couple days a week and she calls every day so that he can talk to his grandchild on the phone about whatever it is that he is doing.... I listen....I ache....I long.....then when I am with her, even without the kids with us, she will talk about all the accomplishments they made or funny things they said and did.....and the pain returns.....I must always push it away, the pain, push it back into the recesses of my heart and save it for later....for times like this morning when I can let it go and let the tears fall freely. Not that it helps. Not that it feels good or accomplishes anything, but I have found out that if I don't deal with feelings the correct way, they will pile up, or turn around and bite me in the ass. I have been bitten one too many times to allow those emotions to run my life anymore. I can control them and will, but when my heart weeps for my lack, it is a job to keep them rounded up. It can be done. I am doing it with my Gods help. There is a time and a season for everything under the sun...and it is true....and it works. Maybe there will even be a time for me to be close to my grandkids.

Here Goes...

These are my ramblings. To no one in particular. To everyone in general. To my self most of all. The groanings of my heart...the cries of my soul....the thoughts of my ever full and changing mind. My questions. Maybe even some answers. But always my inner self...struggles....the hidden part of me. Be careful to enter. Most of us only let others see what we want them to see...this is me....unmasked...unashamed...the unseen part of me that enters into my holy place each morning to find so many surprises there that I overflow....so here, in this place, in the nothing and the everything of my life....in the no one and everyone of the world wide web...I bear my thoughts....Cheers!

So here, at 5:30 in the bloody a.m., I read...." when the fires of affliction draw songs of praise from us, we are indeed purified and our God is glorified."

Exodus 20:12 "...the thick darkness where God was".....

And then 1 Peter 4.....especially verse 12...about "sharing Christs sufferings". What exactly IS that anyway? Yes, I know that it proceeds to tell us about suffering because we are "believers", but does it, can it also mean the suffering brought on us by those we love the most? By our own pain ridden soul? Our own struggling mind? If God was "in the thick darkness" for Moses, perhaps He is also in the "thick darkness" of my own mind. And also to remember that we "see through a glass darkly" at this point in our journey. Seems like a lot of NOT SEEING going on here! The only way I can go forward is to hold the hand of the only One who CAN see ahead.....and reading along in that 1 Peter place, I see that One whose hand I hold, is the One who "created my soul" and the One who, " will never fail it". So there is my only answer at this point in my life. But alas, what other one do I need?

Each day I learn something about myself, and about my God. Each day I live, I grow closer to Him, to others, to my real home. Each day, I have the opportunity to be and do and live this life the way in which it was intended to be lived! I will not be bogged down by the thick darkness of the clouds, of my soul, of my mind, of others but will press on....and hupomeno through what little of this life I have left to live. I have squandered enough of it and I intend to actually LIVE the rest the way it was meant to be lived!