We have all met individuals with a charismatic personality. These individuals are eloquent, persuasive and smooth talkers with abundant knowledge of God’s Word. They have their Bibles, shirts, necklaces and other outward appearances to sway you into thinking that they are extremely religious. They can even quote many Scriptures and reference other’s religious sayings on social media since Sunday after Sunday they park themselves in their church pews. These individuals can bring the erupting volcano of emotions to convince you that they are true, genuine followers of Christ.
My mother’s favorite Holiday was Christmas. She loved everything about Christmas: the shopping, she was a shopper all year anyway, shop till you drop kind of gal, the decorating, her entire front yard as well as every room in her house, the baking and cooking, and buying everyone a Christmas gift. The Christmas gifts were purchased the day after Christmas for the next Christmas.
Judges 6:12 – And the Angel of the Lord appeared to him, Gideon, and said to him, The Lord is with you, you mighty man of, fearless, courage.
Bobby and I enjoy hiking but not just any hiking, waterfalls. Our hiking quest is always in search of outstanding waterfalls. We have hiked many of the norms, Abrams at Cades Cove, Vogel, several around Vogel State Park, but we have such a thirst for out of the norm waterfalls.
In Psalm 68:5, God tells us that He is a Father to the fatherless.
On this day sixty years ago, you, my husband of forty years, began a journey of unforeseen winds of adversities. These winds of adversities prepared you for the springs and streams you have had to cross and the valleys and mountains you have had to climb.
From the time I was twelve until I graduated from high school, I lived in an environment of verbal and emotional abuse. During that time, I learned to stay within the safety of the four walls inside my bedroom. As long as my music could not be heard or my one friend who could come to my house was quiet, I was shielded from the abuse.
As the nails of adversity were continually being pounded into my heart, I taught myself how to escape through my dreams and I developed an increasing desire for chocolate. God had been pushed to the back for a season because Mother and I no longer went to church nor did she and I read God’s Word together anymore.
Genesis 3:1 – Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God really say, “You must not eat from any tree in the garden?”
Satan is the master at making sin come across as pleasing, beautiful, and brings freedom to fulfill the inner desires of our hearts which say that we are entitled to go after whatever we see and take from others what they have as well. He implies that God is strict, stingy, and selfish and wants to keep us from our freedom to pursue our hearts desires.
As the winds and rain of adversity continue to beat down hard on Bobby and me, we are on the mountain road of a seemingly endless war of anxiety and anger. We constantly are seeking, asking, and knocking at God’s Heavenly door for answers to our circumstances that are running down a slippery muddy mountain road heading straight for the cliff. We keep asking where are the brakes and how do we stop this moving disaster?
The Bridge From One Scripture To Another Scripture
As the inner battles continue, I am in a constant quest for a discerning heart to walk by faith and not by sight.
Proverbs 2:6, 10-11 – For the Lord gives wisdom, and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding. For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul. Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you.
Recently, God has put Bobby and me, for the third time, back in the path of a dear loved one. This winding, twisting, turning path we have been on since January 2013 has had more detours, roadblocks and just plain out confusion for us than walking blindfolded within the deep dark forest in the middle of the night with total darkness all around.
As I am preparing this post for my Blog, Hurricane Irma is creating a strong destructive path through our country, and she will leave her mark in history that cannot and will not be forgotten. The number of lives, property and possessions that are destroyed cannot be measured with money, words, or emotions.
Just as Irma will and has caused devastation beyond our human ability to fully understand, the Hurricane Irma’s in our personal lives can and do have lasting scars as well.
When our sons were in high school they were in the marching band. At first, Bobby and I were just spectators. For us that was not bringing the thrill we wanted because being bystanders does not fit in our vocabulary.
After several games, the band director started speaking our language, he was interested in the fact that Bobby was creative and had artist skills. Our position went from spectators to chaperoning band students to chaperoning band equipment and that was speaking to us. The music continues to play long after the football game is over.