Monday, May 26, 2014

Occassionally, the injustices of this life - both personal and impersonal - are so overwhelming one is afraid to even hope anymore. Questions abound, answers on the other hand, are few and far between.

It is easy to be overcome by cynicism, jadedness, hatred, pain. But that's exactly what the enemy wants. To make us dwell on the darkness. To perpetuate hurt by getting us to dwell on the hurt, after all hurt people hurt people.

As children of the light, we know better. We know not to look at an earthly situation and take it for what it is. It NEVER is what it is, not while kingdom has not yet come. The challenge is in the practice, in training ourselves to act like what we know, and to do what we believe. The battlefield of the mind indeed. However we all at one point or another have been Hosea's Wife - squandering this life whether we realize it or not, running from the purpose and losing focus from the things that matter, inadvertently or otherwise. And sometimes, the distraction is gradual. It is seeping. At other times, it comes in a crashing boom. It comes in the form of loss, of pain, of disappointment, of loneliness, of robbery, of emptiness. Of a raw emotion - the easiest way you are taken advantage of. Emotion.

What is our response? Where do we keep our focus? Do we know? Are we prepared so that we can stand strong and courageous and purposeful and unwavering when it comes?

What are we doing? They know not what they do, but we do.

What are we doing?

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Most people think they understand love.

She had to rethink amidst the flood.

History and culture, socialization and education, fears and failures, hopes and dreams, the past and the present, the deep and the wide, all culminate and collide in a big cauldron, the contents of which has merely been skimmed. To each his own - cauldron and choices.

She had to be reminded that all that was available to give was all there was available to give, and it was freely given.

Running was an easy option. Immobility was equally easy. Neither was the solution.

The same yesterday, today and forever, He had always had a vested interest in purifying fires. Pure gold. Water into wine. Beauty for ashes.

Unlearning, learning and relearning; letting go, taking in and giving out.

Forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness.

Love that is unfailing, unconditional and infinitely more than the mind can ever comprehend.

She had to grasp.

Beauty for ashes.