“Your strength will be in keeping calm and showing trust.”
–Isaiah 30:15
Maintaining composure requires a great deal of strength. Giving in to panic and fear would be easier and feel more natural, since others around you are doing just that.
This is why the trust part is so important.
“But know this, that in the last days, critical times hard to deal with will be here. For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, haughty, blasphemers, disobedient, disloyal, having no natural affection, not open to any agreement, slanderers, without self-control, fierce, without love of goodness, betrayers, headstrong, puffed up with pride, lovers of pleasures rather than lovers of God.”
– 2 Timothy 3:1-5
When I read this scripture, my heart skipped a beat, and I had goose bumps. This situation is happening right now. Not just in the urban areas, but in the small towns. Here in the mountains where I live. I did not see it at first, but as each year goes by, it is more and more blatant.
Are you noticing these (or other) signs of the “last days?”
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Light comes in many forms.
A kind word.
A genuine smile.
Giggles.
A song on the radio.
What you probably don’t know, I certainly did not, is that these light rays striking your eyeballs were ACTUALLY created tens of thousands of years ago and it took that long for them to be emitted by the sun.
Once they left the surface, it was only a short 8 minutes for those rays to cross the vast distance from the Sun to the Earth. As you look outward into space, you’re actually looking backwards in time.
Source: Universe Today
So… There really exsists a Space/Time Continuum. It’s not fiction. It’s science.
I’m feeling very blonde right now.
Once a month, our group is assigned a day to clean our place of worship. It is usually a Friday or Saturday afternoon. I prefer to do the weeding of the landscape areas, instead of cleaning the bathrooms, dusting, etc.
Last Friday, I showed up at 11:00 to get started before the temps got high. I had all my tools, gloves, knee pads, water, and a bucket to put the weeds in. Whenever I weed, I forget my little iPod, so I have music to work by. One of these days I won’t forget and I will be singing to the plantlife that are not weeds. I figured I could stand at least an hour longer with good music in my ears.
I did not have my earbuds, so I could hear a critter sneaking around in the big flower bed. It was very quiet. I could sense movement, but I did not see anything. As it got closer, it sounded like the critter was bitching about something under his breath. It had to be a smaller creature than a bear or a mountain lion, but I could not even guess what it could be. I was unafraid of this shy, mumbling thing, even though it stalked me.
When it approached, it stayed in my blind spot. I could sense its presence. I slowly turned my head to look over my right shoulder, and I saw him. He was larger than I imagined, and his feathers were gray/brown, perfectly matching the decorative bark in the flower bed.
I spoke first.
“Hi there,” I said quietly.
He chatted about something, as if to respond. He did not look in my direction but wandered over to the side of the flower bed I had already weeded. I think he was a chicken, maybe a plump rooster. It was sort of like someone was hanging out with me. Before I found a name to call him, another chicken came upon us. This chicken was not plump or as big as “my” chicken. She certainly was NOT happy with my chicken either. Her squawking and yelling seemed domestic, like a ticked-off wife discovering her husband neglecting his chores and hanging out with a female not of his species.
Mister Fluffy (he had his name now) ignored her harassment and kept walking away from her. It made me think about my husband and how he tries to avoid contact with me when I am angry.
I don’t claim to speak chicken, but I think I understand what Fluffy was grumbling about.
Side note: Fluffy may not be overweight. He may be wearing his extra-thick winter coat. We are still seeing freezing temperatures up here.
TTFN
I have been known to blurt out my opinion. Usually it is requested, sometimes it’s unsolicited.
As a child, I often embarrassed my parents because of my blurting. The constant questions I asked were also unnerving to them. It was not my intention to cause trouble, yet my mouth would get me into it just the same.
This is why I prefer to communicate with my hands on the keyboard. I can correct my mistakes, remove the stupid things I blurt out, and choose the correct word. My grammar and spelling are not excellent, but that is why they invented spell and grammar check for Word.
I hate having to leave a message on voicemail or answering machines. I know what I want to say, but I get twisted and say “Uh” a bunch. Sigh. I often write my prayers—I use a special journal only for prayer. This helps me concentrate and make a lot more sense. The older I get, the less my brain is under control. It wanders around and gets lost. Who needs that?
God deserves better.
I have been known to handle this gracefully, with an antidote or a quote, while I find my place and carry on. I have the note cards to keep me organized. I know what I’m talking about, but I am all over the place without a plan.
