Have you had obstacles that you thought you could control in your life when turning away would have been easier? At times those forays may actually be considered a challenge to beat. Others call it trying to attain a prize. I believe that God is on the scene fine tuning us. The existence of God makes me feel safe as I identify as a divorced woman. There was a time I took on the challenge in my decades old marriage to work out my relationship. Humans possess an uncanny resilience to want to fix their lives.
I was staring at it and twisting and turning my head this way and that. I was not seeing it wrong, however, the visual was secretive. A large part of a tree had broken off and was suspended in midair. It was protected by growth from another tree so the illusion was deceptive to my senses. It reminded me of the quote from Henry David Thoreau, “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. ”
Do not ask my son for approval. People stare at him sniffing my hair and he could care less. The acceptance of God in our lives is not dependent on humans.
Sitting at church today, it struck me how critical humanity can be towards each other. I watched an elderly man act out. He disgreed about some dialogue. I sat quiet. How many times had I opened my mouth? How about thinking it, but not speaking it? Words spoken or not can divide.
I travel a lot. Getting out of my comfort zone brings me to different cultures and diversity. I enjoy meeting new people. Communication is key. I find a smile is most inviting. It is the best kind of approval. Maybe. I am happy.
I think upon myself and wonder how hedonistic I may be. That deep seeded place thinking only about being happy as my greatest approval factor. Can you relate?
Do I need to look to the skys for my answer? Yes, and I also know my approval rating needs to be more like how my son looks at being accepted. It is with no thought of what others might think.
Let it go. Close my eyes and sniff away like my Luke! There will I find peace in God.
Last week all hell broke loose with an issue dear to my heart. I am unable to discuss it fully on my blog. You know it is big when I can not even come up with the words.
How many times have you had a metaphor utilized by someone to translate what they are trying to communicate? Ministers love them in their sermons to help us achieve to that “higher” level. Even physicians pitch them to translate science.
How many of us have heard evidence based lingo? We all value the meaning behind what facts are known on any given subject. The question is do we need those facts thrown at us without some thought?
Transfer of information always brings to mind a childhood game of whispering in one friend’s ear and then another, etc until all have heard. What comes out at the end is always a good laugh.
What if the transfer of understanding goes amok? Communication 101 in college after all is more important than even I thought.
I am always full of questions . I wonder. I think. I wait . I need some answers. Maybe you do too. I hear ya. Is a miracle around the corner? I hope.
Do you remember that first love? Sadly many of us have been burnt in our first ever love experiences. There is no way to define in human standards how love looks from one individual to another.
Every time I watch my favorite sports team play, I have a tendency to get overzealous and my voice go hoarse. It hit me that my husky, raucous, and guttural voice that takes place of my normal one is not strong any longer, but a weak form of what was once there.
Is this what we do in our blogging at times? Is it that my voice may come across too strong or too opinionated? At other times, my blog may become weak because I do not tackle the blogging topic with full veracity. Truth for me though may not be the same truth for another. Yet we all know that there are universal truths in our world.
After taking a break from the daily blogging world the last 2 months , I have come to realize I prefer to allow myself freedom to write as I choose. As an individual I am as complex as they come. This brings for interesting thoughts that flow in my head and scream to come out. It is in my blogging I can find voice, yet learn to tame it so I do not go hoarse. You would think going gusto for the team and screaming with all your might for them to win is an awesome thing. I suppose it is, but at the end of the game and may I add at the end of this game we call life, does that hoarse voice show strength or weakness? All I know is that my throat could do well to have a throat lozenge just about now.
Happy Blogging Friends.