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Feeling, thinking, thanking God–and not writing…

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Weeks have passed and my head is full of so many thoughts. It’s like mail–some of it is junk, too–that piles up unopened, unsorted, unanswered, left on a compost heap piling higher and beginning to smolder…

I look at the “head mail” and, just like looking at the stack of postal mail which collects and torments from my desk, I flinch and in my inertia, I whimper at it unable to lay hold of the faculty to sort the thoughts to be of any use to me or anyone else… My brain cells are stuck on feeling and thinking, but my brain-to-expression ability is unplugged for the moment…

Have I prayed? Yes. Indeed, I have, and I continue my conversations with the Lord. Praying is the air I breathe; my Lifeline…

Am I listening for God’s answer on this issue? Yes. Indeed, I am. And in the quietness I am comforted with the assurance that it’s okay to have a season of thought and feeling, inexpressible to anyone but God… After all, I am not at the center of this blog; it’s not all about me, me, me. It’s about Jesus in this life given to me. Apparently, this is going to be one of those aspects of the life God has given me to discover how great He is–how great His EXPRESSION is, when words fail me…So, dear blogging friends, keep writing what God gives you to share. I’m reading. I’m finding words to comment and encourage you while I wait on God to grant me utterance to finish some writing which has been interrupted by life and circumstances and my own limitations…I will keep on reading and encouraging you as God permits each day…

In the meantime, I am giving thanks for all things–including the weaknesses–knowing that His grace is sufficient, and His strength is made perfect in my weakness… and I keep walking with Christ in this wilderness, trusting Him for the words of encouragement, praise, and testimony in due time.

Clearing the deck…

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What’s messier right now — your bedroom or you computer’s desktop (or your favorite device’s home screen)? Tell us how and why it got to that state.

Funny you should ask. Very timely…

My blogging efforts for the past week or so have abandoned the laundry basket and the little heaps of papers and resources I have kept digging about to consult. The piles on my work space at my computer have kept growing, spilling over to other places in my blogging/crafting studio and beginning to form other towers of neglected matter. All the while in the back of this mind which prefers order, I have made mental notes of warning to prioritize managing them. Even as I write there is a load of laundry in the washer waiting to be moved to the dryer to make way for the next load to wash…

Don’t think I am blaming this wonderful activity of writing for my derelict behavior to put things where they belong and take a maintenance break. It’s all my procrastinating fault. Somehow, stopping in the middle of a cogent thought worthy of blogging to sort through my little messes is too unsettling; it’s disturbing, in fact. I regard the demand to keep everything neat as a pin as an unwelcome and rude intrusion on my thoughts at a time in my life when I feel it is far more important to communicate and engage others than to excel at neatness…

Pat-officeBut there is a limit. At some point the mess becomes an impediment to my ability to think and to work; it’s like loud, cacophonous noise. My little grey cells are allergic to confusion and chaos and their “flight or fight” response to these adversaries of thought  is always “flight.”

Almost instinctively, considering I might be accountable to others this morning for my neglect, I put my hands to work to sort through the accumulation to file and discard; to sort the laundry and order it for the day between my errands and blogs entries…

Now it’s time for breakfast. My little grey cells are going to go get fed–in an orderly kitchen… 🙂

May all my reading friends out there in the big wide world find a bit of order in all the messiness of this world. Blessings all around.

A verbal interlude… (or write, already!)

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It has been a day or two since I last posted. I was not feeling well that day and posted my experience of strengthening by trusting the Lord for His strength. In the interlude between that day and this one, I have been studying my writings on the Feast of Tabernacles. I have been wanting to post the edited and refined content that would fit well with the Word Press formatting. That has occupied a good measure of my writing time the past two days. I am glad to say that, as I am reviewing what I had recorded so many years ago on the subject, is touching me again in new ways. I look at things I have written from so long ago and wonder who wrote it? I cannot believe these things came out of this person’s being. After all, I am only a housewife, although a fairly well-read housewife, and one having had an extraordinary measure of time to deeply delve into Scriptural history. I used it all for many years in the education of children and their families in my Messianic congregation and also in my non-denominational Christian church settings…

(I am not looking at my feet or twirling my hair and staring out the window on this exercise…)

So I thought it would be nice to merge some of the facets of the lesson materials I wrote for the classroom and some other commentaries which I wrote for a discipleship manual to help new Jewish Christians understand that they are still Jewish believing in Jesus…

As I sit here, trying to meet the quota of 400 words for this exercise, I am reminded how easily my words flowed to the paper when I was writing these lessons on the Feasts. There is a certain excitement and joy at the realization of how marvelous it is to enjoy a feast which honors and magnifies the beauty, grace, authority and majesty of God, especially through His provision of feasts which fit perfectly into the seasons of the year–at least in the Northern Hemisphere. Add to that the shadows of the Messiah so richly planted in each of the feasts, and the historical fulfillment of them–save one–in Messiah Jesus, and you have the fuel which drives a heart in love with God to type as fast as she can on the blank page for hours and hours. (Believe me, my husband knows.)

So, fellow journalists, whatever is prompting and provoking you to share your thoughts, remember that there are people out here who are hungry for encouragement in a world that cannot get enough of it. Hopefully, my words here–random as they are–will encourage somebody among you. Stay tuned for more “Treasures both new and old” and another installment covering the Autumn Holydays. The next one will give an overview of the Feast of Tabernacles (Sukkot).

 

In the strength of the Lord…

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I woke this morning not feeling well–not feeling well at all. My entire night was a series of brief sleep periods interrupted by pain which I began experiencing earlier in the evening. I cannot put my finger on any one thing which might have triggered the pain which was accompanied by a persistent, but low-grade queasiness and a general feeling of un-wellness. I suspected that my thorn in the flesh, aka chronic fatigue syndrome, has reared its ugly head after a relatively long period of remission. Diagnosed with this, my own private adversary, nearly 30 years ago, I am no stranger to its devious tactics, attacking at the most unsuspecting times. It’s fickle; it retreats for awhile, lulling a “type A” into shifting recklessly into high gear. It blindsides when it re-emerges, wreaking havoc on all the momentum gained during its retreat, and somehow manages to confuse its victim about its visitation when the collection of its tools of torture begins its work of eroding both body and soul. It wrenches all the motivation and strength out of its victims, leaving them caught on a wicked tightrope between illness and wellness–it can go either way at any time…

Facing the day caught in a body tormented by the weakness and uncertainty about whether I was going to function at any level or simply cling to my bed was not my idea of a good morning. Had I not spent time praying in the night during those intermittent wakeful times between sleep, I would have missed God’s answer to my prayers when I felt His prodding to take courage and make a start this morning. Just enough of His strength to move my reluctant body out of the bed, planting my feet squarely on the floor and take the first step…

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Hot tea! That was my first thought upon discovering I could move without pain, although the queasiness was still stalking me. Thanks to my husband’s own eagerness for morning tea, I heard the comforting, merciful whistle of the kettle beckoning me to come and find therapy in the steamy, mellow blend brewing in my mug. I couldn’t help thanking God for so simple and basic mercy as the hot tea… And as I sipped and savored it, feeling the warmth flow through my aching being, I realized that I could take the next step, as God wooed me to trust His strength. I found I could stomach some toast with the tea; it did not turn to pain as I feared it might… Then I discovered I could consider putting on my jeans and working quietly for just a little while in my garden. God blessed me with the help of my husband, who, suffering with his own chronic pain and weakness, set a goal which we both could manage in the strength of the Lord…

Onward we went together, the Lord and I, a step at a time, throughout the day–a little bit of work and time to rest; no thoughts of retreat into my bed. My heart was encouraged by the triumphs of God’s presence, help and strength in my weakness; He won the victory for me over my inclination to hide, waiting and hoping for a painless day before I would walk with Him…

This evening, my thoughts don’t come so easily as I exercise my brain to put words to this day’s tender mercies. Nevertheless, I sense the presence and strength of the Lord to simply add a description of this moment in my life to the journals of the many lives in this community of writers. Someone out there is feeling weak in a world that has no patience with weakness. May my weakness entrusted to the strength of the Lord encourage someone among my readers who needs The Strength that the world cannot supply nor can the inner self summon.

I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD…

–Psalm 71.16a

To blog or e-mail? Do it all from the heart…

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I admit it to the whole world: I’m slow and cannot keep up with the cultural pace in these parts of the world. I’m slowing down, people. It is a fact of growing older in the body, but my mind and my heart are not willing to become “seized up.” Many of my friends are younger than I. They still have places to go, people to see, and things to do. Who has time to sit at tea and simply chat about whatever is happening in their life–or to share some encouragement from the Scriptures or pray or share music with each other–or want to know the story of an older woman? I grew up in an era when the simplicity of these blessings was still accessible, and have watched as the times and progress have taken away this vital part of life, while yet opening an entirely new avenue for the “global village” to lay hold of it if they will… Although, in our times and culture, friends and family have to synchronize their “dayrunners” with another dear one for any hope of a luxury like this, it can be done; but often we use our e-mails or chat boxes to even accomplish this… Many even text on their phones instead of dialing and waiting for their contact to answer and carry on a voice conversation for a moment or two… Do I sound like I’m complaining here? Not really; I’m just observing the avenues we enjoy for connecting at the heart and how we use them, for better or for less… And I’m also sharing for the sake of this generation who never knew the simplicity the generations before them enjoyed–when it was enough… They cannot imagine a world without the convenience of electronic messaging. (Hope it never comes to that, but that’s not for this blog.)

Read on, if you dare. After, all, this is a blog. And don’t tell me you haven’t thought about–maybe even written about–this on your own blog or other social medium…

My “little grey cells” are spinning and observing that with the age of technology and communication, keeping close with people we know and love, and deepening friendships with those we really want to know, would be easy–in fact, IRRESISTIBLE.  But it’s a bigger challenge than at any time in the history of mankind. When everyone on social media has over 100 friends and decades of pages they follow, how can they process it all? A day is still only 24 hours, right? When you factor in bathing, meals, laundry, errands, paperwork/school/job, physical maintenance, family and sleep, how much time remains to “connect at the heart level” with all the people to whom your heart has become closely linked? I wish this had all been around when my mother was still alive; I think she would have blazed a new trail in her life and learned to use this medium to connect with her children who are scattered all over the USA. I’m thinking, maybe it was better in the days when dear ones anticipated a post by pony express; their hearts were not expecting instant gratification and they knew the communication did not come often, easily or cheaply.

Perhaps I’m taking it all far too seriously; but since I am not able to keep up with the pace of activities my friends and family enjoy, I depend on this medium to keep a lifeline of sorts between us. It’s intoxicating in a sense, because I find the expectation of the “cyber express” everyday–a new connection at the heart with someone whom God has blessed and enriched my life, a cyber hug, a word of instruction or exhortation, a conversation about a shared post and how it relates to our lives in Christ in this world… And this includes e-mails. Many of my family and friends have shied away from social media and communicate with me via e-mail, which, for most people nowadays has become more personal than it was when first birthed nearly 20 years ago to the home user. Add video chats to that mix, and “voila!” another marvelous option for staying in touch! How blessed we are, people! We really do not need to feel lonely or abandoned when a friend moves 3,000 miles away; God has provided a lifeline. “God, protect my appetite for this from becoming a glutton for recognition and self fulfillment; let me not make it a god…But let me use it for the love of others and for Your glory…”

Some might be saying, “O, get a life, already!” I can only answer that I’ve got a LIFE and I want to share it before I die. That’s at the top of my bucket list…

I thank God for the blessing of e-mail, social media, blog pages, and video chats. And, thank you, Word Press, for giving me a place to tell the story God has written in my life… May I be found faithful.

Learning how to participate on Word Press…

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Well, here goes. The timer is on for 10 minutes, and I’m typing as fast as I can on a keyboard that is just a bit sticky. What, in the world does one share with everybody who is seasoned and articulate–who have the gift and the words right at the ready to be edifying and interesting? I am very much a thinker; I deliberate. I ruminate and process…sometimes that’s good and a lot of times, like in this instance, it’s a big disability. Yet, I realize that this exercise is a sharpening one. I like to write. My favorite class in high school was English and English Literature. That brings back memories. I wonder, if my 11th grade English teacher could see what the windmills of my mind produce, what she would say. She was the greatest… I’d like to think that if she were here now, and even looking over my shoulder as I write, she would be glad for all the ways I listened to her correction and encouragement. She was a stickler about run-on sentences. Oh! How I needed to be tamed! I could go on and on. When I would submit book reports, my early ones under her watchful tutelage always came back with marks, comments and suggestions for a better way to construct a sentence or present a thought. Now, I sometimes wish I still had her, because this exercise on Word Press–my first “on demand-let’s do it-don’t worry about it-just write for heaven’s sake!” is the litmus test for how much I remember and am willing to exercise. I am slowing down, now, because I think I’ve run out of thoughts about this challenge…I could change the subject completely, but I think that might be somewhat confusing, don’t you? We would all be wondering, “Where is this lunatic going with her thoughts now?” I won’t do that… There’s the timer. I can’t believe I did this… Too funny!!! I am going to  publish this just as it is–no varnishing, no editing, no veneers. Y’all try to be nice to me if you have any comments and suggestions. Blessings on your day. This was fun, even if it feels really weird to me… 🙂

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