We have difficult decisions to make. Perplexing, tiring, difficult, complicated circumstances. Thankfully we have a home still and a roof over our heads! Well the gale blowing this evening might just answer that statement!
So much is happening in the world, so much turmoil. So much of it caused by resentment and past grieviences. So much that could be resolved by generosity of spirit and hand. I am thinking of Gaza. I wonder and pray if both parties could simply decide to meet each others needs. Reb Jeff posted a beautiful blog today, and yes I put a comment up. How wonderful if those warring neighbours truly made peace.
A ceasefire is not a peace.
This morning I was reading through past sermons, and flipping through books that I have to turn out. Each speaking words of comfort and reassurance to me from days gone by.
What has to be done in order to renew my lapsed encounter with God? These 'trials' we have certainly send me seeking divine help. I seem to have lapsed into a stupour over the last few months, living with the uncertainties of moving home. These personal events have eclipsed my sense of wider meaning and involvement, my caring what happens elsewhere. A self centeredness, and blocked sensibilities.
Yes we have been turning out and dispensing with our belonings and material baggage. We took five boxes of lovely books to the booksale depot today. I jokingly said that come next october we might be able to buy them back if we have enough room to put them in!
I must turn out wardrobes, and declutter old costume jewellery given to me. I think this needs to go to the hospice shop. Nothing of intrinsic value, just sentimental treasure of grandma's beads, and my mother's costume jewellery. I haven't ever worn any of it, so it is pointless keeping these things.
I read a portion of a commentary this morning that explained that our emotions are also God given. That God has the power to hold our emotions back or to give them full expression. I have never read this before, or even thought it.
This makes sense. Much of this turning out is quite dispassionate, and yet when a dear aunt who is the most wonderful christian soul dropped by to see how we were doing this morning, I found myself shedding a few tears. Blessedly so, as I know I am greiving to be moving home, yet I am not so emotionally disturbed that I can't simply let things go. We hugged each other, as she too is going through a difficult time. Words of comfort shared together is the most blessed of gifts.
Thank God, God is God! Totally reliably God. God who blesses in the middle of upheavals, strife, uncertainties and fears. God who protects and keeps us from our own destruction. God who invites us to walk each sure footed step of the way, just one step at a time. Blessing us and speaking to us as the moment calls. For an amen to our prayers that resounds through heaven and earth.
I hope anyone reading this also has the blessing of true inner peace they need to find in trusting God implicitly for all their needs, decisions, and guidence through a difficult time.
So much is happening in the world, so much turmoil. So much of it caused by resentment and past grieviences. So much that could be resolved by generosity of spirit and hand. I am thinking of Gaza. I wonder and pray if both parties could simply decide to meet each others needs. Reb Jeff posted a beautiful blog today, and yes I put a comment up. How wonderful if those warring neighbours truly made peace.
A ceasefire is not a peace.
This morning I was reading through past sermons, and flipping through books that I have to turn out. Each speaking words of comfort and reassurance to me from days gone by.
What has to be done in order to renew my lapsed encounter with God? These 'trials' we have certainly send me seeking divine help. I seem to have lapsed into a stupour over the last few months, living with the uncertainties of moving home. These personal events have eclipsed my sense of wider meaning and involvement, my caring what happens elsewhere. A self centeredness, and blocked sensibilities.
Yes we have been turning out and dispensing with our belonings and material baggage. We took five boxes of lovely books to the booksale depot today. I jokingly said that come next october we might be able to buy them back if we have enough room to put them in!
I must turn out wardrobes, and declutter old costume jewellery given to me. I think this needs to go to the hospice shop. Nothing of intrinsic value, just sentimental treasure of grandma's beads, and my mother's costume jewellery. I haven't ever worn any of it, so it is pointless keeping these things.
I read a portion of a commentary this morning that explained that our emotions are also God given. That God has the power to hold our emotions back or to give them full expression. I have never read this before, or even thought it.
This makes sense. Much of this turning out is quite dispassionate, and yet when a dear aunt who is the most wonderful christian soul dropped by to see how we were doing this morning, I found myself shedding a few tears. Blessedly so, as I know I am greiving to be moving home, yet I am not so emotionally disturbed that I can't simply let things go. We hugged each other, as she too is going through a difficult time. Words of comfort shared together is the most blessed of gifts.
Thank God, God is God! Totally reliably God. God who blesses in the middle of upheavals, strife, uncertainties and fears. God who protects and keeps us from our own destruction. God who invites us to walk each sure footed step of the way, just one step at a time. Blessing us and speaking to us as the moment calls. For an amen to our prayers that resounds through heaven and earth.
I hope anyone reading this also has the blessing of true inner peace they need to find in trusting God implicitly for all their needs, decisions, and guidence through a difficult time.
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