Today a tragedy occured in our family. My sister-in-law's mother passed away.
I can't even call it "passed away." She was brutally murdered. Her name was Mrs. Mary Jeanette Duhon. We called her Mrs. Jeanette. I didn't know her very well, but everytime I saw her, a smile lit up her face. She was beautiful on the inside and out. She was in her late forties.
Today her estranged husband decided he wanted revenge. She decided a few weeks ago that she no longer wanted to endure his abuse. Like a bird wanting to spread her wings, she flew away from him. Apparently, he wanted her back in a cage. So today, around 7:30 a.m, he took his shotgun to her home and took her life.
She is the grandmother to my niece and nephew. She is the mother to my brother's wife, my very dear friend, Melonie. I wish I had words to comfort the family right now. I can't fathom such a tragedy.
Lately, I have grown close to Melonie.
During the course of the past few weeks, I have listened attentively to her story. She has an amazing story. It makes me sad how so many amazing stories are tinted with tragedy. So often they are more than "tinted" with tragedy. Sometimes they are covered in gore.
Sometimes, it seems as if the human spirit can't rise to its highest, unless it has been beaten and broken into almost nothing.
No words can express my sorrow for Mel and her family.
I want to share some things Mel and I talked about during the past week, because even though all seems lost right now, there is still that Light.
I can see it so clearly. I know that if I was directly involved, I don't think I could see it.
I think I would be be so wrought with grief, that the Light would seem hidden. But I know that it is still there.
I was talking to a coworker last night about some things Mel shared with me. Through her story, I can see the face of Jesus. Mel's dad passed away in 2007. He died in an offshore explosion.
Mel shared a dream she had two weeks before her dad died. She told me that, in the dream, she saw Mrs. Laura Lynn Wasson. Mrs. Laura Lynn had recently lost a daughter. In the dream, Mrs. Laura Lynn led Melonie into a room. Melonie said, the room was black. Pitch black...but she could hear voices of her loved ones. She couldn't see anything. She was very confused and afraid standing in the middle of total darkness, unable to see anything or anyone around.
Finally, She found her way outside. She stepped into a beautiful garden. When she looked at her chest, there was huge beetle covering her heart. It had long feelers that had pried deep into her skin.
Mrs. Laura Lynn came to her and said, "I am going to remove this beetle. It is going to hurt, but when I take this beetle off of you, there will be no scars."
That was the dream. Mel explained how she had no idea what the dream meant.
Two weeks later, Mel's dad died. She said shortly thereafter, Jesus showed her the meaning of the dream. The dark room was the very dark place that she would face. The tragedy. The voices were the loved ones who would comfort her in her despair.
Mel asked Him about the beetle around her heart. Jesus said that the beetle represented the deep pain that she would face, but that when it was all said and done, there would be no scars. He would heal her from her pain.
Mel told me that after her dad died she was so very angry. She prayed and prayed to hear his voice in her dreams. She said one night, she saw him in her dreams. He was carrying her baby, her unborn child that she had lost in a miscarriage, and he was smiling from ear to ear. He was so happy!
I cried along with Mel, as she told me these things.
She told me about the horrible, horrible time she had dealing with everything. She told me of the immense pain she faced. There were days when she couldn't get out of bed. She said she spoke to God one day. She was ready to give up. So many people that we loved had died that year.
She said, "Show me, God. Show me Something, Please!" She opened her Bible. She said that she heard a voice telling her, "Read from the beginning." She replied, "I have the read the beginning so many times, Why should I read from the beginning?"
"Read from the beginning".
So she did.
She told me that she read until she came across the story of Noah. She said, it was then that she knew why she had to read from the beginning.
She said Noah's family were "all together" in that boat. They were all there. Safe. The winds and rain came down, but yet there they were still '"all together."
Today, as I heard about Mrs. Jeannette's murder, I was sick to my stomach. I still am. But Mel, Russell, Tori,....if you are reading this....Mrs. Jeanette is in that boat. She is there.
Please don't give up hope.
One day, you will be in that boat, as well.... That boat is heaven. It's a real place. I've seen it in my dreams. It's more real to me than a person standing beside me. I've seen so many supernatural events and occurances, that Heaven is literally more real to me than anything else.
I wrote a post several months back, entitled "all together."
The only way we can ever be "All together" is through Him. Because life doesn't end when we die.
There is more. There is so much more.
But we all have a choice. As living beings, we can choose to walk in darkness or we can choose to get on the boat. The boat is Light. On it are all things good and all things right. On that boat, is eternal life promised through Christ Jesus.
God Bless you, Mel. God Bless you, Luke, Rebecca, Micah, Tori, Russell, Diane, and all those affected by this horrible death.
My prayers are with you and I am here for you if you need me. Love you!
http://letmewashyourfeet.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-together.html
I just read Mrs. Janette's facebook posts. Lately, she had been so happy and so grateful to God.
In her posts, she frequently counted her blessings. She was so beautiful on the inside and out.
I learned from my brother that Mrs. Janette's last word was, "Jesus." Of all the thousands of words in the English language, she knew the One that could offer her hope. I can see Jesus in her final moments, answering her call,
I can see Him picking her up, putting her on His back, and saying, Come away with Me, my love. Come away....and then He placed her upon the boat and took her into heaven.
God Bless you, Mrs. Janette.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
The problem of evil
I read this from a website I found surfing the net some time ago... I thought it was beautiful...I didn't write it, but obtained permission ...
Does Evil Exist?(There is a rumor that Einstein was this student. He was not! Whoever it was.. Nicely done!)
The university professor challenged his students with this question.
"Did God create everything that exists?
A student bravely replied, "yes! He did!""
God created everything?” the professor asked.
"Yes sir", the student replied. The professor answered,
"If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then God is evil".
The student became quiet before such an answer.
The professor was quite pleased with himself and boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "Can I ask you a question, professor?""
Of course", replied the professor.
The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?""
What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?"The students snickered at the young man's question.
The young man replied, "In fact, sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Everybody or object is susceptible to study, when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (- 460 degrees F) is the total absence of heat; all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat.”
The student continued. "Professor, does darkness exist?"
The professor responded, "Of course it does".
The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."
Finally the young man asked the professor. "Sir, does evil exist?"
Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course, as I have already said. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."
To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself.
Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God.
God did not create evil. Evil is not like faith, or love that exist just as does light and heat. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart.
It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."
The professor sat down.
It is a rumor that Einstein was that student. HE WAS NOT!
The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it .- Albert Einstein*
I got this from http://www.john33.com/,
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Sweet, Sweet Boy
Yesterday I wrote about a boy named Riley Choate. He endured so much abuse and died as a result.
Today I walked into a gas station and I saw a little boy. He looked maybe 5 or 6 years old. He had a very sweet face. I looked at him and wondered, "How many little Riley Choate's are there walking around?" They don't hang signs around the necks of abused children. They don't carry around scarlet letters that say, "Hey, Help me, I'm being beaten every night or molested every other day by a family member." Yet, we know they are out there.
I approached this sweet, sweet boy in the gas station. I immediately felt the love of Jesus pouring through me, I wanted to simply reach out and hug this little boy. But we simply don't do that in our society. Someone might have me arrested. It's a sad fact that lines of right and wrong have been blurred.
So I patted him on the head, smiled, and said, "Hello." He smiled back. I engaged him a little banter. He was so precious.
I felt a love for his mother, as well. She was friendly. She was young, but I could see that her teeth were black. She was talking to someone and cursing. I don't know why but I felt a little sorry for the boy. I don't judge his mother. I want the best for them. I only hope that the boy is getting the love he needs and deserves. How many little Riley Choate's are out there? How many do we encounter on a daily basis but never know the truth about the horrors of their little lives?
How many? I told the little boy that Jesus loved him. He kindof followed me around the store. Or maybe I followed him..I don't remember.
He watched me the whole time I was there. His little eyes followed me around. I showed him attention. I told him how cute and sweet he was. I told him that Jesus loves him. Hopefully, he'll remember those small things if one day he ever feels that hope is lost.
I said a prayer for this sweet, sweet boy.
Today, reach out in love. Small acts of kindness can make a huge difference.
Today I walked into a gas station and I saw a little boy. He looked maybe 5 or 6 years old. He had a very sweet face. I looked at him and wondered, "How many little Riley Choate's are there walking around?" They don't hang signs around the necks of abused children. They don't carry around scarlet letters that say, "Hey, Help me, I'm being beaten every night or molested every other day by a family member." Yet, we know they are out there.
I approached this sweet, sweet boy in the gas station. I immediately felt the love of Jesus pouring through me, I wanted to simply reach out and hug this little boy. But we simply don't do that in our society. Someone might have me arrested. It's a sad fact that lines of right and wrong have been blurred.
So I patted him on the head, smiled, and said, "Hello." He smiled back. I engaged him a little banter. He was so precious.
I felt a love for his mother, as well. She was friendly. She was young, but I could see that her teeth were black. She was talking to someone and cursing. I don't know why but I felt a little sorry for the boy. I don't judge his mother. I want the best for them. I only hope that the boy is getting the love he needs and deserves. How many little Riley Choate's are out there? How many do we encounter on a daily basis but never know the truth about the horrors of their little lives?
How many? I told the little boy that Jesus loved him. He kindof followed me around the store. Or maybe I followed him..I don't remember.
He watched me the whole time I was there. His little eyes followed me around. I showed him attention. I told him how cute and sweet he was. I told him that Jesus loves him. Hopefully, he'll remember those small things if one day he ever feels that hope is lost.
I said a prayer for this sweet, sweet boy.
Today, reach out in love. Small acts of kindness can make a huge difference.
Friday, June 3, 2011
I come bringing baby booties and bears
For the past few days, I found myself slipping into depression. Once again, I find myself looking at my situation with 'human eyes." When I look at my life, through human eyes, I get very depressed.
I listened to the lies that things will never change. People will never change.
I found myself slipping into the mindset of "hopelessness."
As I was beginning to become aware that I was slipping into negative thought mode, my aunt sent me a text:
The text read, "It takes the power of God to release us from negative, locked in thinking. It takes true guts to leave the ruts that you are living in" from PJ
It's strange how my aunt rarely sends me texts, but when she does, the message is "dead on."
Sometimes, it's hard to release the "negative thoughts, " but, like all things, I find that when I let them go, there is a true peace.
Someone spoke some hurtful words to me the other day, and I let it get me down. I let it define me. I even began to find myself feeling extra sensitive to the words of others, letting even the slightest thing or word, affect me negatively.
My mom spoke something and, even though she meant no harm, I took it with an attitude of extreme sensitivity. I responded inappropiately. I was kindof ashamed the next day because I realized how much my mom does. She relentlessly works in the garden to provide food for her family. She tirelessy works. She homeschools my oldest boy, Cade while I work to pay off student loans. She is a true hero. We haven't always seen eye to eye, but maybe I never tell her that I do appreciate the things that she does. Mom, if you are reading this, I do appreciate you...and love you.
I guess we all respond differently to things. The altercation with my husband from earlier in the day, caused me to put up a wall. I guess I thought I was protecting myself by defending myself from other's words. Words can do so much harm.
I am friends with a girl on facebook. Her husband recently left her for another woman. He carried on for quite a while, leading her through a maze of lies. I get so angry when I read her posts. Not at her, of course. I sympathize with her...I am angry at her husband. I am angry at lies. I am angry at selfishness and adultery. When I read her posts, my first instinct is to lash out at my husband. Lash out for the lost trust. Lash out for the lies. So much in this life doesn't seem right or fair sometimes. So so much.
So for the past few days, my heart had been a little heavy. Not overwhelming heavy, but I found that I had to continually lean on him and offer my tears in prayer. As I was in the midst of all of this "heaviness.."........
I delivered some of my specially ordered bears to the children at Harbour House. I had 12 bears in my car. I wasn't sure how many bears I would need to bring, but I found that they had 12 children at Harbor House that day....
When I was there, I knew that the children inside had faced some form of abuse and neglect. I knew that the children inside Harbour House had endured things that children shouldn't have to endure. Immediately, my own problems seemed pale in comparison. I knew that by deliving my little bears, I was making a difference. No matter how small, I was spreading some Light. I wrote the kids some letters telling them how much they are loved and cared for. I wanted them to have the same Hope that I have.
After I left Harbour House, I circled the city for a while looking for a place called, ABC Pregnancy Resource Center....in hopes of bringing some baby booties.
I finally found the place. I went inside armed with 20 pairs of baby booties, 20 letters from Fathersloveletter.com, and 20 letters that I wrote to mom's considering abortion.
When I was talking to the women who ran the clinic, I knew that I was supposed to be there. I was touched by the stories that they shared. They were so thankful for the baby booties. They know, how even the smallest act of love, can have a huge impact on a single life. They told me that baby booties can have a huge impact. I know they do, from experience. Ten years earlier, I sat in ABC Pregnacy Resource Center. I took a free pregnancy test. A lady came in a little room and handed me a pair of baby booties and told me that I was going to have a baby. I remembered how hard I cried when she handed me those baby booties. I was so afraid at that time. I wondered how I was going to tell my family. I had so much fear, but somehow those little baby booties helped me...
The ladies at the clinic said they often can change a mother's mind about abortion. Baby booties remind them that their babies have feet.
They showed me a picture on the wall. A beautiful, tiny baby girl smiled back with perfect innocence. They shared that the picture was of a girl whose mother was planning on aborting, but changed her mind. I nearly cried as I looked into the eyes of this baby girl. I was so thankful that her mother chose life.
We talked statistics. I learned that so many women in my area opt for abortion. Many do not even consider adoption because they have a negative perception of adoption. They simply don't want to hand thier child over to a "stranger." I guess abortion seems like an easy route.
They showed me a little room with baby clothes. Expecting parents and new moms can go to recieve parenting classes and, in turn, get to pick out some new clothes.
I nearly cried when I saw the dedication and commitmment of the women who worked there. They tirelessly work to give hope to expecting moms. They tirelessly work to change the minds and hearts of those considering abortion. They share the hope that have. They share Jesus with the women that come into thier clinic. They said that they led 3 women to Jesus the previous day alone. How amazing!
They showed me some little dolls. Each doll is modeled to look like an exact replica of a baby in the various stages of development. They say that so many women change thier minds about abortion when looking at and holding these little dolls.
After I conversed with the women who worked at the center, I ran back to car and grabbed 20 more pairs of booties, 21 more letters from Fathersloveletter.com, and 20 more personal letters.
There is such a great need! Over 800 women have gone through the doors of the clinic since January. Of the 800 women, 150 women have opted for abortion.
If my baby booties, or letters could affect one life, then my mission would have been worth it...One child. Just one saved child is worth so much.
I know that my efforts are futile. All that I do is for Him. He can change hearts. He can change minds. He can change lives. Only He and He alone. My prayer is that when women read my letter, they will see Him there. They will find a Hope in Him.
As I carried out these acts of love, something rose up within me...
This beautiful purpose and calling
His love pales everything else in comparison
by doing these small and simple things, I remembered that,
This life is not about me. This walk is not about me. It's about Him. It's about acting on the word and building the house upon the rock,
the house that is essentially "rooted" in good things.
When my heart is rooted to His very own,
my spirit is then free to soar....
Tonight, pray for a woman considering abortion. Pray for the unborn children that will never walk in the sunlight, or feel the wind across thier backs...
but will inevitably walk with their Creator and Master...
I listened to the lies that things will never change. People will never change.
I found myself slipping into the mindset of "hopelessness."
As I was beginning to become aware that I was slipping into negative thought mode, my aunt sent me a text:
The text read, "It takes the power of God to release us from negative, locked in thinking. It takes true guts to leave the ruts that you are living in" from PJ
It's strange how my aunt rarely sends me texts, but when she does, the message is "dead on."
Sometimes, it's hard to release the "negative thoughts, " but, like all things, I find that when I let them go, there is a true peace.
Someone spoke some hurtful words to me the other day, and I let it get me down. I let it define me. I even began to find myself feeling extra sensitive to the words of others, letting even the slightest thing or word, affect me negatively.
My mom spoke something and, even though she meant no harm, I took it with an attitude of extreme sensitivity. I responded inappropiately. I was kindof ashamed the next day because I realized how much my mom does. She relentlessly works in the garden to provide food for her family. She tirelessy works. She homeschools my oldest boy, Cade while I work to pay off student loans. She is a true hero. We haven't always seen eye to eye, but maybe I never tell her that I do appreciate the things that she does. Mom, if you are reading this, I do appreciate you...and love you.
I guess we all respond differently to things. The altercation with my husband from earlier in the day, caused me to put up a wall. I guess I thought I was protecting myself by defending myself from other's words. Words can do so much harm.
I am friends with a girl on facebook. Her husband recently left her for another woman. He carried on for quite a while, leading her through a maze of lies. I get so angry when I read her posts. Not at her, of course. I sympathize with her...I am angry at her husband. I am angry at lies. I am angry at selfishness and adultery. When I read her posts, my first instinct is to lash out at my husband. Lash out for the lost trust. Lash out for the lies. So much in this life doesn't seem right or fair sometimes. So so much.
So for the past few days, my heart had been a little heavy. Not overwhelming heavy, but I found that I had to continually lean on him and offer my tears in prayer. As I was in the midst of all of this "heaviness.."........
I delivered some of my specially ordered bears to the children at Harbour House. I had 12 bears in my car. I wasn't sure how many bears I would need to bring, but I found that they had 12 children at Harbor House that day....
When I was there, I knew that the children inside had faced some form of abuse and neglect. I knew that the children inside Harbour House had endured things that children shouldn't have to endure. Immediately, my own problems seemed pale in comparison. I knew that by deliving my little bears, I was making a difference. No matter how small, I was spreading some Light. I wrote the kids some letters telling them how much they are loved and cared for. I wanted them to have the same Hope that I have.
After I left Harbour House, I circled the city for a while looking for a place called, ABC Pregnancy Resource Center....in hopes of bringing some baby booties.
I finally found the place. I went inside armed with 20 pairs of baby booties, 20 letters from Fathersloveletter.com, and 20 letters that I wrote to mom's considering abortion.
When I was talking to the women who ran the clinic, I knew that I was supposed to be there. I was touched by the stories that they shared. They were so thankful for the baby booties. They know, how even the smallest act of love, can have a huge impact on a single life. They told me that baby booties can have a huge impact. I know they do, from experience. Ten years earlier, I sat in ABC Pregnacy Resource Center. I took a free pregnancy test. A lady came in a little room and handed me a pair of baby booties and told me that I was going to have a baby. I remembered how hard I cried when she handed me those baby booties. I was so afraid at that time. I wondered how I was going to tell my family. I had so much fear, but somehow those little baby booties helped me...
The ladies at the clinic said they often can change a mother's mind about abortion. Baby booties remind them that their babies have feet.
They showed me a picture on the wall. A beautiful, tiny baby girl smiled back with perfect innocence. They shared that the picture was of a girl whose mother was planning on aborting, but changed her mind. I nearly cried as I looked into the eyes of this baby girl. I was so thankful that her mother chose life.
We talked statistics. I learned that so many women in my area opt for abortion. Many do not even consider adoption because they have a negative perception of adoption. They simply don't want to hand thier child over to a "stranger." I guess abortion seems like an easy route.
They showed me a little room with baby clothes. Expecting parents and new moms can go to recieve parenting classes and, in turn, get to pick out some new clothes.
I nearly cried when I saw the dedication and commitmment of the women who worked there. They tirelessly work to give hope to expecting moms. They tirelessly work to change the minds and hearts of those considering abortion. They share the hope that have. They share Jesus with the women that come into thier clinic. They said that they led 3 women to Jesus the previous day alone. How amazing!
They showed me some little dolls. Each doll is modeled to look like an exact replica of a baby in the various stages of development. They say that so many women change thier minds about abortion when looking at and holding these little dolls.
After I conversed with the women who worked at the center, I ran back to car and grabbed 20 more pairs of booties, 21 more letters from Fathersloveletter.com, and 20 more personal letters.
There is such a great need! Over 800 women have gone through the doors of the clinic since January. Of the 800 women, 150 women have opted for abortion.
If my baby booties, or letters could affect one life, then my mission would have been worth it...One child. Just one saved child is worth so much.
I know that my efforts are futile. All that I do is for Him. He can change hearts. He can change minds. He can change lives. Only He and He alone. My prayer is that when women read my letter, they will see Him there. They will find a Hope in Him.
As I carried out these acts of love, something rose up within me...
This beautiful purpose and calling
His love pales everything else in comparison
by doing these small and simple things, I remembered that,
This life is not about me. This walk is not about me. It's about Him. It's about acting on the word and building the house upon the rock,
the house that is essentially "rooted" in good things.
When my heart is rooted to His very own,
my spirit is then free to soar....
Tonight, pray for a woman considering abortion. Pray for the unborn children that will never walk in the sunlight, or feel the wind across thier backs...
but will inevitably walk with their Creator and Master...
Riley Choate had a name
The other day I heard one of the most grusome stories that I have heard in a long time.
I read the story, and I wanted to cry. I've heard stories like this, but I wanted to cry for this young boy.
I read the story, and I wanted to cry. I've heard stories like this, but I wanted to cry for this young boy.
His name was Riley Choate. He was 13 years old. He lived with his dad and stepmother. He was abused. They kept him locked in a cage. They literally treated him like an abused dog. He was kept in diapers. He was kicked in the head until he died. His dad buried him with a Bible on his chest.
When I first heard Riley's story, I wanted to cry so badly. I couldn't cry at first. I think, as a nation, we hear so so many stories about abuse and torture that our hearts become hardened. It's sad how nothing seemingly surprises me anymore.
Later in the day, it hit me like a stack of bricks. I could see the helplessness and desperation. I could see such a darkness. Such despair. I broke down. I cried for quite a while. But I wanted to cry. I needed to cry for Riley. Riley deserves people to cry for him.
Riley Choate, I am so sorry for what happened to you.. I wish the nation and the world would shed a tear for you. Although you didn't make it in this life, I pray that Jesus takes you into His arms in the next.
Riley Choate, I am so sorry for what happened to you.. I wish the nation and the world would shed a tear for you. Although you didn't make it in this life, I pray that Jesus takes you into His arms in the next.
I wish I could give you a decent funeral, Riley Choate..I know that your family didn't care about you...but there are people out there that would have loved you and treated you with the dignity you deserved. I wish I could give you a thousand yellow roses. Or whatever flower was your favorite. I'll ask Jesus to give them to you in Heaven...
I am sad, Riley Choate. But I will pray for your family because, now that you are with Jesus, that is what you would want.
I love you, Riley...
http://www.suntimes.com/news/crime/5294165-418/dad-stepmom-charged-in-murder-of-boy-found-under-concrete-slab.html
Where are the abused children? What can we do for them? I know there are places like temporary homes and shelters in cities and communities across the globe.
It's time to reach out and spread the light. Do it for Jesus. Do it for kids like Riley.
I am sad, Riley Choate. But I will pray for your family because, now that you are with Jesus, that is what you would want.
I love you, Riley...
http://www.suntimes.com/news/crime/5294165-418/dad-stepmom-charged-in-murder-of-boy-found-under-concrete-slab.html
Where are the abused children? What can we do for them? I know there are places like temporary homes and shelters in cities and communities across the globe.
It's time to reach out and spread the light. Do it for Jesus. Do it for kids like Riley.
Riley Chaote has a name. His name means "valiant" or "courageous." I guess one would have to be courageous to endure such hardship and abuse. God Bless you, little Riley...
May you rest in the arms of your Maker
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The fox
Yesterday I saw a fox cross the road.
He looked like he had been through hard times. He was very thin. He had lost much of his hair. He looked frail..and yet, he trudged on..through the grass...
I looked at that frail fox yesterday, and I somehow identified with it's plight..
I have been broken and battered. I have lived through a hard time, and yet I trudge on...
I am a survivor, like the fox.
I refuse to let the memories of yesterday get me down. My heart still beats. And like the fox, I may appear brusied and broken, but I still feel the sun on my back and the wind in my hair.
Yesterday, I was the fox....
Yesterday, was a rather discouraging day. I gave into anger. Someone had said some words that offended me deeply. I should have walked away, but I had done many things for this person and I truly didn't deserve the treatment. I guess no one is failproof. We all make mistakes. But we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and learn from our mistakes.
The next time someone offends me, instead of lashing out, I will walk away. Jesus loves me still just the same.
He looked like he had been through hard times. He was very thin. He had lost much of his hair. He looked frail..and yet, he trudged on..through the grass...
I looked at that frail fox yesterday, and I somehow identified with it's plight..
I have been broken and battered. I have lived through a hard time, and yet I trudge on...
I am a survivor, like the fox.
I refuse to let the memories of yesterday get me down. My heart still beats. And like the fox, I may appear brusied and broken, but I still feel the sun on my back and the wind in my hair.
Yesterday, I was the fox....
Yesterday, was a rather discouraging day. I gave into anger. Someone had said some words that offended me deeply. I should have walked away, but I had done many things for this person and I truly didn't deserve the treatment. I guess no one is failproof. We all make mistakes. But we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and learn from our mistakes.
The next time someone offends me, instead of lashing out, I will walk away. Jesus loves me still just the same.
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