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What Bugs You?

The prompts from Julie JordanScott   and her 5 for 5 brain dumps, can really be good ideas for blog posts.

Like this one;

Write About What Bothers You.

What bugs you?

What is beautiful about what bugs you?

( If you don’t know what 5 for 5 Brain Dump is, you can click

Here to find out more about it.)

I’ve done this prompt before, but this is the latest one;

What really bugs me, is when my mind goes blank.

When I know very clearly what I want to say, and yet, the words won’t come.

At times this makes me want to quit.

Sometimes this makes me wonder if I really have a clue.

Sometimes, I realize I just need more sleep. Or better food. Or more exercise.

When all these things are in place, I know it’s because my quiet time has suffered.

My worship life has waned.

Although this is not a great place to be,

there is beauty in that when I realize fully what is going on,

I can seek His face again.

He welcomes me back, and my brains begin to revive.

Often to a new thing, a new thought, a new place, that I had not previously considered.

For me, I believe it is a way for my brain to make room for newer, and better upgrades.

That’s what I’m going with!

 

Happy Resurrection Weekend to You All!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part Two – Growing Up Churched (2/3)

Thou Shalt Not

There was one thing I heard clearer than anything else during those early morning church services.

Thou shalt not.

I heard the words the Pastor was reading from the Holy Bible kept on the pulpit. I heard the Thou shalt nots, and that the payment for sin is death. I believed those words.

I still do. But he was telling me the thou shalt nots, without a word about how not to. Basically, he was telling me what to think, without teaching me how to think. What I never heard was just how to not do the Thou shalt nots, or how to receive forgiveness for my ill doing.

Surely, God didn’t punish little girls with the death penalty, right? But how could I know? Since they never told me (or I never heard) I only knew for sure that I was a wrong-doer.

I heard the words God so loved the world, but to me they were overshadowed by all of my wrongness. How could He love someone who was just so wrong?

Fast forward again, to when I was that young mother, going to that different church with my children, without their daddy.

It was there that I began to understand my Father’s (God’s) love for me. How it extended much farther than I could have ever believed.

The story of my earthly father is for another day. Suffice to say that our relationship made it very difficult for me to understand that “love” could be any other way.

John 1:12 (ESV) but to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God. All God wanted was for me to receive Him.

The wrongness of my childhood was nothing in His eyes. It only mattered that I look to Him for guidance.

The choice was mine. Wait. I get to choose? I had never even known that there were options. My wrongness, just was. It was what it was.

I had an encounter with a woman at this time, which I barely knew.

Here is what she said;

“When I see you, I see a chalkboard. This chalkboard says that 2 + 2 = 5. No matter what you do, or how many times you erase it, you cannot get the answer to come out correctly.”

What she told me next, totally floored me.

“God wants you to know that it wasn’t your fault.”

What? I knew at that moment that all my wrongness, was not my fault, I just had not been given all the facts.

On that day I received three things; Freedom from wrongness, choices, and a Father who loved me regardless.

It was then I realized that I would be in a totally different “classroom” being taught in a way that I could learn.

Oh what a glorious day!

 

5 for 5 Brain Dump – February 12, 2018

Once again, a challenge has been made by the lovely Julie JordanScott.

The quote is from Laura Ingalls Wilder, “It does not matter what happens. It is what one does when it happens that really counts.”

The prompt was; Write 5 memories where something significant happened. Write about what you did as a result.

Here is what I wrote, 5 for 5 Brain Dump style (3x). If you don’t know what 5 for 5 Brain Dump is, Here to find out more about it.

I write today on my #4 choice, as it has been on my mind as of late. I went to a meeting in May of 2006. I listened intently to the lady as she told her story. She told what the Lord had done in her life, and just how He was using her to help others along the way. When the meeting was over, anyone who wanted, could go down and they would pray for you. I waited till last. Basically I just wanted to see how she operated after the fact.

Now she had a lady with her to help her pray with people, and to help her to set up and tear down. It was getting late, she had this lady talk to me and pray with me.

Everything began normally, but after I responded to a few of her questions, she got very loud, and seemingly annoyed, almost angered. She thought my attitude in God’s presence was pretty cocky. She went on for almost 10 minutes. A couple of girls who had come with me told me later, that if it had been them they would have been in a puddle on the floor. Fortunately for me, I had a friend behind me writing down everything that was being said! It wasn’t pretty, and I was greatly distressed.

On the way home from that meeting, I wept, and wept, and wept. I took those notes and for days to my quiet place, and poured over them again and again. Finally, at the end of that week, I went to mentors home, some 2 hours from my house, and cried it all out to her, until there was nothing left.

Well she confirmed all that I had been thinking of in my chair. She told me it was very mature to to think it through like that, and not just be ticked off at the woman. She told me if there was any truth in her words – to take it. If there was any untruth – leave it. Her quote? “We are Iowa farmers. Like any good cow, we can chew up the hay and spit out the sticks.” (I love this woman!)

The only thing I hadn’t considered, and perhaps the most important, relayed to me by this woman I had trusted for years, was this; What she said was true. Her delivery system stunk. It was way off. Regardless of what you have to say, you must be kind. She, this woman who spoke so harshly to me, was not in any way kind.

So the lesson I learned, was that you can give people any information you want to give them, even bad info. If you are not kind to someone less mature, they may walk away and perhaps never seek help again. You must always remember to be kind, so that people can see God.

HeavenlyHosts

 

 

 

 

5 for 5 Brain Dump – for January 16

If you don’t know what 5 for 5 Brain Dump is, Here to find out more.

We began to explore what blocks us. (Click the link above if you would like to join us!)

The prompt for the day was; My Block is Made Up Of …..

Here, in unedited, free flow writing is what I wrote.

My block is no longer made up of old sound tracks. What it is now is time/focus/eye strain. The only block I need, is my TIME BLOCK. Blocking out time for specific tasks, worked for me in the past. Then I stopped. I do not even know what the block it was that stopped me. But I took the time to make another TIME BLOCK schedule. There is a copy in my journal, on my desk, and one on my kitchen table. When I recognize that I’m straying, I need only check that schedule to get back on track.

Grateful? Yes. It feels so much better to be productive.

 

There is so much more that could be said here.

But it’s 5 minutes right?

I’ll have to return to this prompt again.

I hope you found it helpful.

 

 

A-Ha Moment.

I’m part of a live-streaming group called the PeriGirls. (Shameless plug) They are a tribe of  over 10,00 women live streamers. I have learned SO MUCH from these women! They have activities for absolutely anything and every thing you could be interested in.

If you don’t know them you can Go Here  to find out more.

OK. Back to the A-Ha moment.

The other day, the topic of discussion for the PeriGirls was to talk about an Epiphany or A-Ha moment you have had. It was so interesting to hear other women’s stories, told in their own words.

My Epiphany or A-Ha moment came a couple of days later, and that’s what I want to tell you about.

I was watching a movie with my husband. The scene took place in a news room. A pre- cell phone news room. There were phones ringing, and ringing, and ringing. Everywhere.

A thought crossed my mind about schools. The school system. The schools I went to back in the day.

School, the place itself, the place they MAKE children go to, are by their very nature, very loud, busy, crazy noisy and chaotic.

All that noise without stopping, did the same thing to me then that it does to me now. It gives me brain fog, and makes me want to hide. The difference is that back then, I had no recourse. There was no fix. I had no idea how to make it stop, nor did I even know that something needed fixed. It’s just the way it was.

Nowadays, there are some schools of thought that say we need to teach children in the way that they are wired. That we teach to their strengths. These children feel needed, nurtured, accepted and loved.

These children, are taught that they are amazing just the way they are. They are taught that different is not bad, it’s just different. The square peg does not have to fit in the round hole, nor should we make it try to.

Thirteen years of schooling, old school style, took up until my mid fifties to untangle.

I AM fearfully and wonderfully made. I no longer need to hide. I AM made in the very image of God. God does not make junk, nor does He make mistakes. He wired me how He wanted be to be wired. He knew my days before I had even one of them.

Guess what?

He knows you that way too – Ponder that for a while!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brain Fog or Sinus Congestion?

Hello to all.

What I am experiencing this week is one of two things;

It’s either brain fog or severe sinus congestion.

Either way, things are running a tad slow upstairs.

So rather than just medicate, sit and wait it out, I thought I’d medicate, sit and read some old journals.

It’s always quite fun to see what you forgot you wrote.

I thought I’d share one or two of those writings with you this week.

It could turn into a foggy congested kind of thing or you could really enjoy it.

I’ll let you be the judge.

Here goes; from August 6, 2017.

When I Live With My Eyes Open I see …

When I live with my eyes open, I see trees. Green. Trees of every shade. I see trees with no leaves. Boney fingers reaching up into the sky, pointing out the clouds, and the birds, and the other trees. Those clouds I see can be anything I imagine them to be.

When I live with my eyes open I see people, where I was. People lost. Without a plan or a purpose, or someone to guide them. When my eyes are open I see their sadness, their emptiness, and their pain.

But with my eyes open, I can be that guide to gently show them how to be free.

It took me a while, but it was worth it, this living with my eyes open.

I am most grateful for sight, both physical and spiritual.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Bridges

Bridges come in many shapes and sizes.

Each built to withstand the elements surrounding it.

Simple beam bridges, may only cross a stream or a gully too difficult to traverse, and are seldom longer than 250 feet.

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A truss bridge is a superstructure meant to carry heavy loads.

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A cantilever bridge stretches over the obstacle, is only attached on the ends, and raises in the middle to allow for larger loads to go UNDER.

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An arch bridge carries the weight of traffic through the abutments on either side. These bridges are strong enough to carry trains.

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Tied arch bridges, or bow string bridges are constructed a bit differently, and the weight is carried through tension in the bottom cord of the bridge.

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Suspension bridges are suspended from cables. The earliest ones being ropes and vines. The cables hang from towers that are built deep into the ground below the bridge.

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Cable-stayed bridges, like suspension bridges, are held up by cables, but have less cables, and taller towers.

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But my very favorite bridge  of all is the Gospel bridge. It’s the one that God provided for us. It is built with eternity in mind. It bridges a gap that I can’t jump. I’m thankful to have a path to choose. One that is strong enough to carry a load that I could never bare.

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