Have you ever taken a day and never gotten out of the pajamas? Preferably it’s a day spent napping, or drinking a favorite beverage, reading a treasured book, but always with all electronics turned off, and the weather raging outside so as not to feel too guilty at not getting dressed? Well, I took a mental pajama break this week which may continue on for a space of time. I’ve not read any blogs nor watched any televised news nor read anything political, when possible. Just like the Prophet Elijah hiding in a cave, I ran away seeking refuge from the “storms” raging outside. I had to hide in the quiet, deep calm of God’s Holy Word. It has been most refreshing. I’m so very grateful that others can see the spiritual troubles our world is in. The LORD has mercifully whispered, even though you are special to ME there are others like yourself, you are not alone. And HE says that to you too. Sometimes one can feel set upon, castoff, abandoned, without hope. Such unfounded feelings, really. When we know Christ as our personal LORD and Saviour, we are never alone. All prayers are answered for His children according to His will. “HE defends the cause of the fatherless …” [Deut. 10:18] Thank you LORD for showing me that I am not invisible in my pain.
There may not be a post nor comment from me as often as before for awhile. I hope a simple “like” at a page may suffice. I’m not trying to be neglectful or flippant. There really needs to be a break in the electronic distractions. (Emails or texts are very welcome though, please don’t hesitate to write.) For a season I wish to continue to hide in that comforting “mental cave”, studying God’s Word and working on spiritual growth. The true root of this roller coaster ride of emotions comes from the burden of sin. Memories of abuse are such heavy memories to bare and I am a mere mortal. I do fight the feeling of despair tooth and nail (thankfully, the bouts are far and few between). But sometimes the memories rear their devilish head and that leaves me tired and parched, so, I must smite it with a time of refreshing at the well of the LORD’s Word. It’s my own sack of rocks in the shape of an uncaring, brutal, violent father’s voice. I wish I was alone in this pain and it grieves me that there are others who suffer too. Sadly, it’s from living in a fallen world from which there is no escape (yet) in which we must all endure our own sack of rocks. Amen to that, ‘eh?
May the LORD bless and keep you.
Yesterday after Church services, Hubby, me and some dear friends patronized the local DQ for some eats. Afterwards, we joined in with thousands of other Christians in the prayer chain concerning abolishing of abortion. With the Chain of Life, our goal was to save the lives of the unborn by changing people’s hearts. I pray we’ve made a positive change with this show of faith. I know hearts must be softened to even begin to care for those who can not care for themselves. We all pray that more children will survive the womb to enjoy what can be a lovely life too.
So, after one hour of standing by that busy highway, my feet hurt, my legs were cramping, the eyes were stinging from wind burn. I would close my eyes for relief. There’s road grime all over my clothes. And the pièces de résistance to the afternoon’s activities, I ticked off a friend just kidding around because sometimes I have to touch the fire. Thus the above graphic. (Happily, I made it all better by apologizing and then handing her a handful of wildflowers growing at our feet, roots and all. She laughed, so, I guess I’m not dead. lol) But even with all that inconvenience, discomfort, and ‘burnt fingers’, there’s joy in my heart after spending that one hour holding an unwieldy sign in high winds and praying with my brothers and sisters in Christ.
I’m glad I rode yesterday. To calm the troubled spirit, at least the ride home was refreshing. After the event, I cranked up the Vee and tore off alone, accelerating like a scalded cat down the 4 lane highway. Riding alone can be wonderful. I get to pick the pace and find my own route home. I could hear the soft purr of that V-Twin, the rumble of the tires on the asphalt and the wind whistling past my helmet. The air was so crisp and clean. There’s nothing else like it. After I turned onto our narrow, poorly maintained dirt road, I shifted to 3rd gear, stood up on the pegs, pulled back on the bars so the front tire won’t bog down and let ‘her rip. No rooster tails anymore, though. I’m too old for that. But, boy howdy, that’s a sweet handling bike. Suzuki has a real winner in their DL 650 V-Strom.
May the LORD bless and keep you.
I’m in need of prayer this morning please. Not trying to be mysterious but it’s an unspoken request and deals with something in my past that is trying to change me back into what I once was. I just don’t want to ‘go there’ anymore. It’s such a well-worn path that needs to be allowed to grow up in weeds so I’ll never go there again. I think I’ve ‘prayed it through’ but request the Saints that read this passage to please whisper a prayer for my spiritual strength? Thank you so much.
And Thursday devotional in the “Open Windows” by LifeWay pamphlet really spoke to me. Thought I’d share it. [Translation below]
The Pathway of Wisdom
Devotional Passage: Proverbs 3:13-26
Read the Bible Through: Exodus 12-13, Matthew 15:1-20
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. Proverbs 3:17
When you choose to travel down the pathway of wisdom instead of taking other routes, life just seems to go more smoothly and you save yourself a lot of headaches and heartaches. This way is described as pleasant and peaceful. It’s like walking along a smooth pathway winding through beautiful trees with a cool, quiet stream running next to it. We can stroll along its beauty with our mind totally at ease.
But it stands to reason that when we choose any route instead of the way of wisdom – whether it is the result of selfish desires or simply as the quickest way to get ourselves out of a fix – the path will be rocky and filled with potholes, with probably some uncomfortable detours as well. It will not be a pleasant journey.
The good thing is that we get to choose our own pathway. We can take the time to choose wisely, or we can base our decisions on greed, selfishness, and without forethought and prayer. But walking in wisdom will always be the best way to travel, no matter where we are going.
Father, help me to seek Your wisdom over my own desires.
I love and appreciate you all very much. Also, please know I try to always bring all my blogging buddies to the Throne of Grace daily too. May the LORD bless and keep you.
Has anyone else been watching the Victoria series on PBS? Each episode plays every Sunday evening at 9 PM (EST). I think it’s two seasons long. The synopsis from their website:
The early life of Queen Victoria, from her ascension to the throne at the tender age of 18 to her courtship and marriage to Prince Albert.
Actor’s Jenna Coleman, Rufus Sewell, and many others in the star studded cast are doing a good job of entertaining. I don’t know how factual these stories are about Victoria since my main area of interest is medieval England and French history, especially the Tudor dynasty (1485-1603). My bookshelves are laden with book after book on this subject. According to on-line sources, Queen Victoria ruled from 20 June 1837 to 22 January 1901 (over 63 years). That means that until the current day Queen Elizabeth II, Queen Victoria was the longest ruling monarch of the United Kingdom.
After watching just two episodes of Victoria, I’m ready to rectify my woeful lack of knowledge concerning this monarch and era in English history. So, last night I ordered two used paper backs from Amazon:
Queen Victoria: A Personal History by Christopher Hibbert,
and Victoria’s Daughters by Jerrold M. Packard. (This last book was only one penny plus shipping. Now that’s a bargain.) Not being familiar with any of these authors, I’m venturing into unrecognized territory. Should be interesting!