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Freedom

The 4th of July.

A nationwide celebration.

With thankful hearts we gather.

Family, fun, cook outs, parades, fireworks.

So many gave so much so we could be free.

Free from tyranny.

Free from oppression.

Free to exercise our religion.

Free to speak our minds.

Free to even disagree.

Free to celebrate or not.

With each other.

Or alone.

Inside or out.

On land or on water.

We can even choose the city or

little burg in which we do our celebrating.

Freedom.

The heat here in the mid-west was to say the least oppressive on our day of celebration.

None the less, we gathered.

Hundreds, even thousands, for our annual celebration.

Here are a few of my observations.

I am free to make them.

*       America is STILL the greatest country on earth.

*       NO PLACE enjoys the freedoms that we do.

*       Although there was traffic, we were still free to move about where and when we pleased.

*       No one requested to see our papers, or barred our entry, and we were

not beaten for being where we had chosen to be.

*       America ~ We are free to be as we ourselves choose.

*       We are free to dress as we choose.

*       We are free to eat what we choose.

*       We are free to go where we choose.

*       For good or bad, we are free to act as we choose.

*       Low cost family opportunities will draw families out even if the weather is dreadful.

*       Tall spraying fountains spraying 58° ground water into the air don’t hurt!

*       Nothing sends hot, tired families with little ones to their air-conditioned vehicles like at the end of a grand finale of fireworks.

*       It IS possible to celebrate without air conditioning.

*       Gratefulness and thankfulness are choices.

*       With all our freedoms, sometimes we forget.

Choosing to remember that even hot masses of people, polite or otherwise, are still …

 Fearfully and wonderfully made.

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Constant Battle. Regarding Restfulness.

It is a constant battle to be quiet.

A constant battle to be restful.

To hear the “Still small voice” of the Holy Spirit.

Each nerve, each cell, each synapse firing.

For more information, more knowledge,  more of anything but peace.

They twitch and scream for attention.

They demand more, more, more.

While my spirit longs for only what God can give.

Each jolt of my nerves takes me farther away.

Sitting in quietness appears to be counterproductive to my natural man.

The world we live in cajoles us into the belief that stillness is not beneficial or constructive.

After beginning this post, I read a post by Seth Godin called

“Ranking for Signal to Noise Ratio” 

posted to Facebook  on the 22 of May.

The timing could not have been better.

Seth’s main point was that in a quiet place,

the noise does not have to be big to be heard. 

In a noisy place like a night club,

no matter how loud you talk,

it is difficult to be heard.

Reminds me of my “Quiet time”.

Frequently, it may take a half an hour or more to silence all the noise,

to still all the synapses.

Even more frequently, I find myself not taking that time.  

I have so much to do!

Like email, Facebook, Pinterest!

Ouch!  It hurts to admit that!

The list on my desk grows while I spend my time zoning out on “important stuff”.

More often than not,

I must MAKE myself be really intentional about turning it all off.

I suspect that you may see yourself here as well.

As the roar of the World Wide Web grows larger every day,

my intent to hear the “Still small voice” of God must grow as well.

Truth?  I’ve heard it all before.  So have you.  It’s all just part of the noise!

But there is truth that is even bigger, with a “smaller” voice.

Here is what it says;

9 And he came thither unto a cave, and lodged there; and, behold, the word of Jehovah came to him, and he said unto him, What doest thou here, Elijah?

10 And he said, I have been very jealous for Jehovah, the God of hosts; for the children of Israel have forsaken thy covenant, thrown down thine altars, and slain thy prophets with the sword: and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life, to take it away.

11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before Jehovah. And, behold, Jehovah passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before Jehovah; but Jehovah was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but Jehovah was not in the earthquake:

12 and after the earthquake a fire; but Jehovah was not in the fire:

and AFTER the fire a still small voice.

13 And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entrance of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah?

14 And he said, I have been very jealous for Jehovah, the God of hosts; for the children of Israel have forsaken thy covenant, thrown down thine altars, and slain thy prophets with the sword; and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life, to take it away.

1 Kings 19:9-14

 

You see how Elijah was jealous for Jehovah the God of hosts?

Read how God was not in the tumult of earth, wind and fire, all synapses firing.

These things sought Elijah’s very life.

God was in the still small voice AFTER the fire.

Then we read again that Elijah was jealous for Jehovah God,

and was sad that all the others had forsaken Him for all the noise. 

They had made all that was in front of them in the noise, their god.

Join me won’t you?

Let us set our intent to be jealous for our Jehovah God.

Let Him be our delight, our highest joy, and our greatest pleasure.

 

You will show me the path of life;

In Your presence is fullness of joy;

At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

Psalm 16:11

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So Much Love

I received so much love from the ones I love today.

I am truly blessed.

My heart and mind are turned to my own Mom.

Although she has been gone ten years,

The love she had for me,

goes on well past her life and death. 

You see, back in the day, the late fifties, being an unwed mom was to to wear the scorn of every person you came in contact with. 

Mom’s early story was one of loneliness and despair.  She was for all intents and purposes looking for love in all the wrong places.  The unwed part was hidden from me for my entire life.  I only found out after her death in 2001.

What love did she have for me when she could have ended my life, or she could have decided to give me to another?  Either would certainly have made her life easier. 

The fact remains.  She chose life.  She chose life for me and a more difficult life for herself.  Through the pain and loneliness and scorn, she raised me the best she could.  Through a need for love from a human or just because she felt it the right thing to do, she chose life.

I am who I am because of the courage of this woman. 

Not all the choices made were the right ones, naturally, but she did make the choices. 

One of those choices was to be married again, hopefully giving more stability to her life. 

What it gave her were three more children, with whom she shared her great love, and even more heartbreak than choices she had made before.

It is my belief that one choice that she made later in her life, was the life-giving choice to follow Jesus Christ. 

Knowing full well that she required more help than any mortal man could give to her.  She found that the decisions she made would have a great effect on me and my siblings.   

She chose Jesus. 

Her life and ours were never the same. 

His sacrificial love for her and us,

brought us through to today where we bless His name,

and where – Her children arise and call her blessed – Proverbs 31:28

I love you Mom.

I’ll see you when I get there.

Until then,

I still choose Life.

I still choose Jesus.

I still choose Joy.

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If you have not yet chosen Him~

Please refer to the Resucue tab at the top of this page.

A life-giving choice awaits.