A Woman's Voice


HE’S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS ~ December 19, 2011 by Dolores Ayotte

               INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES AND ANECDOTES

I am the mother of three married daughters. I have eight delightful grandchildren.  I always knew that I loved my children with all my heart but I had no way of knowing until I became a grandmother that I would love my grandchildren with the same depth. Each time a grandchild is born, I feel the same thrill as when I gave birth.

When we raise a family we all go through the trials and tribulations that come with each phase of growing up.  I remember thinking to myself that after all three daughters were married and settled down, I would have a lot less to worry about. I must admit that this was one naive thought. 

As my family continues to multiply I find that I actually have more to worry about, not less.  Now my daughters are experiencing some of the woes of raising their children and I am well aware of almost everything that they are going through.  I try my best to encourage them to “not sweat” the small stuff but one of the things I still “sweat” about is childhood illnesses especially in the youngest grandchildren.  The older ones can at least tell you what’s wrong when they’re not feeling good. Is it only in my own mind or has there been an increase in childhood illnesses?  When these little ones get sick, I’m so concerned in a way that brings out the worrywart in me.

It is at these times that I have to search inside and draw from the same strength I used when my daughters were young. That strength is my faith. I know that each and every child born on earth is a whole world to God. I also know that He’s got the whole world in His hands. I not only desire to trust in Him, I need to trust in Him for the benefit of all just like my daughters need to do.

It’s wonderful to have been blessed with such an ever-growing family and I thank God on a daily basis but as I said, it’s not only the family that is multiplying.  The fears and concerns that go with it have also multiplied.  I need my faith now more than ever in order to  encourage my daughters. I want to be there for them as much as possible as they face what life has to offer.  I heard many years ago, that you never fully realize how much you believe in God until you have children.  I couldn’t agree more!  We need prayers and our faith as we work through the challenges that go with raising a family.  Don’t you agree?

 

THE KNOT’S PRAYER ~ December 18, 2011

               INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES AND ANECDOTES

CHILDHOOD TALENTS ~ December 14, 2011 by Laura Davis

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES AND ANECDOTES

I was at lunch with my friends and one of the topics of conversation had to do with our children. We observed that certain passions or talents exhibited during childhood led our kids to the careers or ministries they have chosen today. For example, my daughter Sarah took an interest in drawing and displayed a natural talent for it when she was no more than two years old. Today, she is planning a career in animation. One friend told us that her son, as a wee boy, would be drawn to police cars and loved dressing up as a policeman. Today, he is a police officer. The granddaughter of my friend Carol loves to video tape herself doing cooking shows. I’m guessing she is either going to be a cook, or an actress, as Carol tells me she’s quite a natural in front of the camera! 

As we continued to talk, we started to see a trend – what we were passionate about as children or had a natural talent for, eventually led us to what we would do in our adult years. I used to sing myself to sleep at night and began singing at a very early age. As I grew older, God led me into a singing ministry. I also spent countless hours reading when I was growing up and writing all kinds of fanciful stories. So, I shouldn’t have been surprised when, after my singing ministry ended, I started writing. 

So, I started to wonder – what did Mary see in Jesus when he was growing up, that led her to ask him to turn water into wine?  Had Jesus performed other miracles before this one? None are recorded in the bible. So, what made Mary force his hand at the wedding in Cana? How did she know he could help them in a miraculous way? By her knowledge of his birth and childhood! She knew Jesus was God’s son. She didn’t need any convincing on that score. So, like any good Jewish mother she nagged, pushed and prodded until her child did as he was told. Not that Jesus would need to be nagged – the bible said he was obedient to his parents (Luke 2:51). Despite the fact that Jesus was reluctant to display his power so early in his ministry, he obeyed his mother and his first miracle caused his first disciples – James, John, Peter, Andrew, Philip and Nathanael, to put their faith in him. 

What are you passionate about? What are your talents? These desires and gifts, if you look back far enough, have been built into you from an early age. You are God’s workmanship and He designed you with those particular passions and talents in mind. He has a plan for you and made you for a specific purpose. Examine your life. Are you doing what God created you to do? 

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11)

Thank you Laura for your inspirational story.

Laura is a fellow author.  Her book is titled “Come to Me”. 

For more information about Laura please visit:

Author Laura Davis      Interviews & Reviews 

 

BLOG HOPPING DAY ~ Who Are You Performing For? ~ June 29, 2011

Posted in BLOG HOPPING by doloresayotte on June 29, 2011
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I feel so fortunate to find these little gems along the way and to have the opportunity to share them with all of you.  I don’t know everything, nor do I have all the answers. This is the reason I want to share other people’s knowledge and insights when I come across a pertinent article.

This is just a short snippet from Sandra’s article. In it, she writes about the difference between performing for God and performing for others. She states, “Performing for others will yield power struggles, anger, rejection, sadness and so forth. Performing for others can sometimes be abusive….”

If you are interested in reading the whole article please visit : Who Are You Performing For 

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY ~ Alive ~ March 17, 2011 by Charles Betts

Dolores; Here is a poem I did a while ago. It is short but says so much as to my outlook on life. I feel that avoiding or overcoming depression, [ now mind you I have never suffered from it that I know of], has so much to do with our outlook, not only on life but also our outlook on the events that occur in our life. When we realize we are never alone, either in our circumstances, meaning we are not unique to them nor are we abandoned in them. If we feel alone or abandoned, then that is just it, we feel that way. God never leaves us and chances are that we have more friends than we recognize. In each case if we reach out, either upward or outward, there is help.

I do recognize as you say here that in some families there appears to be a predisposition to depression. At least in my observations I have seen it so. I am not an expert in sense of the word on this subject, this merely says this has been my observation.

Alive

I am alive today
I have made a choice
I’ll be kind in what I say
I’ll put laughter in my voice

Yes I’ve lost some things
Yes I’ve known some pain
Yet my heart will sing
Yet I will laugh again

A poem by Charles Betts, Jan. 24th 2008

Once again Charles, I want to thank you for your wisdom, inspiration and talent as you share yet another lovely poem with us.

MIRACLE MONDAY~ Divine Plan — January 24, 2011 by Dolores Ayotte

Blue Skies today, always and in all ways…

The majority of my writing is faith-based and I draw from my own personal inspiration and relationship with God.  I don’t know the plan.  All I know is that I am…as are you, part of the Divine Plan which is far greater than anyone of us could possibly imagine.  If things don’t go quite as we see fit, it doesn’t mean to say that all won’t turn out for the better.  Miracles take time.

Often times, life can appear magical but miracles don’t happen quite as fast.  We must exercise extreme patience and diligence in order for our own personal plan to unfold.  God is not in a hurry. “The sculptor will chip off all unnecessary material to set the angel free.  Nature will chip and pound us remorselessly to bring out our possibilities.  She will strip us of wealth, humble our pride, humiliate our ambition, let us down from the ladder of fame, will discipline us in a thousand ways, if she can develop a little character.  Everything must give way to that. Wealth is nothing, position is nothing, fame is nothing, manhood is everything.”  (Orison Swett Marden) 

Good things can and do happen to good people.  God has promised us many things and is true to His Word.  We must count on that in our daily lives. “Each experience through which we pass operates ultimately for our good….This is a correct attitude to adopt…and we must be able to see it in that light.” (Raymond Holliwell)   We don’t always recognize the work of God, but if we are patient with ourselves and take the time to reflect, we will create the opportunity to see exactly how God works. 

“Christian” VS. Christ Centered –December 11, 2010 by Jennifer Slattery

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES AND ANECDOTES 

I’m a people watcher. And I’ve seen lots of shattered marriages as well as committed. Among the committed, there are two varieties–those who dig their heels and do what it takes to make things work, and those who grow in increasing intimacy day after day. I’ve also talked with numerous “dig their heelsers” and found that when you get right down to it, one key ingredient is missing–the power to make it work. They are going in their own strength, which results in two people fighting against their sinful nature, doing whatever they can to earn or cajole or manipulate a desired response from their mate.

But a Spirit-filled, transformed marriage is a complete 180. It’s something I’ll never understand this side of heaven, but the closer I am to God, the more love I feel for others. Somehow, His love fills me, and pours out. Not a give-me, you scratch my back I’ll scratch yours, kind of love, but a genuine, deep from the heart, no strings attached, love. Not that I stay there. I’ve still got a healthy dose of Adam that gets in my way when I least expect it, but the more time I spend drawing near to God–through Bible study, prayer, and worship–the weaker that selfish dragon becomes and the stronger my love grows.

I’ve done it both ways. As I shared on Reflections a while back, there was a time when my husband and I almost called it quits. The only thing that held us together was our commitment to Christ and our understanding that divorce was not an option. At the time, I thought God was forcing me to live in a terrible marriage. Now, thirteen years later, we found He was inviting us to experience true intimacy. An intimacy that only comes when two hearts are totally surrendered to God.

Now, I do feel like  I need a bit of a disclaimer here. I’m not saying your marriage will always be roses and cream. What I am saying is, if you’re centered on Christ, the valleys won’t seem so deep and the mountains so difficult.

But actually, maybe I am. Steve and I have been through unemployment, vindictive and unwarranted lawsuits, job changes, moves, you name it, and because of Christ, those events that could easily have destroyed us brought us closer together. Now, fifteen years after I said “I do” I couldn’t envision a day without Steve.

The Bible tells us that the heart is wicked and deceitful. We deceive others and we deceive ourselves. We deceive ourselves by saying we’re doing better, we’ve conquered that sin, we understand true love, and we genuinely love others without looking for anything in return.

But if we turn to Christ–not out of some verbal commitment but a true heart-felt surrender, one that says from the depths of our soul, “Lord, I need You! Help me to know you and follow after You. Take my life and change me!” God gives us a new heart. He doesn’t just help us “do better”. He gives us the motivation, and the power, to carry it out. Most importantly, He fills us with an all-consuming, never-ending, life-transforming love.

In Ezekiel 36:26 God says, “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.”

He doesn’t say, I will show you how to behave better. He says, “I will transform you. I will free you from reactive living and your bondage to sin. I will fight your battle for you, will heal your deepest wounds, and will give you the love and security you long for.”

The Bible tells us that we all sin. We lie, we cheat, we brood over petty things and fight to get our own way at every turn. Often even our “good” acts are done for selfish reasons. Our sin separates us from God and holds us in bondage. Our sin also separates us from one another. But Jesus Christ, God in flesh, took our sins upon Himself and died in our place, so that we can be reconciled to God.

Here’s the deal–the real deal. Jesus didn’t die so we can follow a list of rules or join some club. He died so we can connect with Him on a heart-to-heart level. He died so that we could be filled to the full measure with His love and goodness. He died to set us free.

And this freedom and heart transformation is only a prayer away, because if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9

He’s already paid the price. His gift–the gift of intimate fellowship with our Creator and eternal life–lies at our feet, waiting to be opened.

If you’re tired of trying to go it alone, if you’re exhausted from all your well-intentioned efforts, life up your face. Salvation is here.

You receive salvation by admitting that you are a sinner who has fallen short of God’s holy standard, believing that Jesus Christ died to pay for your sins, and confessing Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior.

If you’d like to know more about what it means to truly surrender your life to Christ and receive His free gift of salvation, shoot me an email and I’ll give you my phone number so we can talk. My email address is jenniferaslattery@gmail.com

Be blessed. Be loved. Be transformed.

Jennifer Slattery is a freelance writer, novelist, and weekly columnist. She reviews for Novel Reviews, writes for Reflections in Hindsight and Christ to the World, and is the marketing representative for the literary website, Clash of the Titles. She’s also written for the Breakthrough Intercessor, Granola Bar Devotions, Bloom, Afictionado, and numerous other publications. In 2009 she placed first in the HACWN writing contest, book category. In 2010 she placed second in the Dixie Kane and fourth in the Golden Pen, in the inspirational category for both. You can find out more about her and her writing at jenniferslatterylivesoutloud.com

Here are two related posts from reflections: http://reflectionsinhindsight.wordpress.com/2010/06/18/cotton-candy-marriages/

http://reflectionsinhindsight.wordpress.com/2010/06/11/tossing-the-garbage-splattered-glasses/

Thanks Jennifer for sharing such an open and honest inspirational post with all of us.  To learn more about Jennifer please visit her @ : Jennifer Slattery
http://reflectionsinhindsight.wordpress.com
http://jenniferslatterylivesoutloud.com
http://www.clashofthetitles.com

Grateful to be Mindful — December 4, 2010 by Jeremy Angus

Posted in A WOMAN'S VOICE,WORDS OF WISDOM ~ A MAN'S VOICE by doloresayotte on December 4, 2010
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Day 14 – of Jeremy’s Journal   

“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.” Thich Nhat Hanh

It’s a beautiful quote from a gentle, beautiful writer. Thich Nhat Hanh reminds us to be grateful of the marvel of life, to be mindful of our presence within the miracle.  I urge you to find his books and read them.  His words rhythmically lap against your soul as lake waves on a shore. 

Tonight I didn’t get home until about 7:30pm.  Where I work, at Manitoba’s Emergency Management Organization, we are normally not doing much emergency management-wise this time of year beyond research, planning, meetings and the like.  But it’s been busy lately.  Just the last 3 weeks we’ve been hammered by a once in a lifetime “Weatherbomb” event with hurricane force winds wreaking havoc, a few river communities are flooding while the snow falls and rivers freeze-up, and now an avian influenza outbreak at a turkey breeding farm that could be minor or perhaps otherwise.  Busy, busy. So it goes sometimes.  

After we played with our daughter, Elena, gave her a bath and put her to sleep, I got layered up and went out to shovel the drive again, as it just won’t stop snowing.  I could think of a dozen other things I would have rather done, but I have to admit, it was nice to be out, breathing the cool air, watching light snow still fall, working my muscles.  It all roused memories and associations of being a child doing happy activities outside, in the dark and in the snow.  

I couldn’t get away from this task as it had to be done, as most responsibilities in a day cannot be avoided.  So instead I decided to embrace it; I consciously chose to practice mindfulness while shovelling.  

A million thoughts floated in and out of my mind as I pushed the white stuff, and I just observed each one and let it go.  I gradually became aware of that same calm awareness I noticed while fasting this week. 

I thought about a lot of things, but eventually a thought-thread developed that I followed for the rest of this labour.  I consciously asked myself what I was doing with this experiment in spirituality.  What was I expecting or hoping to get out of it? Do other people think about topics like spirituality and mortality and God and where we come from before birth, or where we go to after death?  Or am I a lunatic in a minority?  Do the masses consider such things, or does something have to happen in your life to trigger these questions?  I know from experience that once you ask yourself the questions, you have a difficult time going on without a satisfactory answer.  I wasn’t so much philosophizing here as much as I was just observing my train of thought as it bumped along.

When I was a young lad, I never doubted God or questioned who I am or why we’re here.  As a boy and into my teenage years, I believed the things I was told in church and school and home and this was a potent thing: with the power of faith I had no questions, and therefore sought after no answers.  

I cringe out a smile now to remember how dedicated I was, how genuine and fearless my love was for God.  Maybe I’m jealous of the kid I was then, feet firmly marching forward on the sacred path through the fullness of life.  There was no endgame to my efforts – it was just a part of who I was as a person. 

When my brother Geoffrey died, a number of things happened.  The first thing was I denounced my faith in God.  I remember it as if it was only an hour ago.  Everyone was gathered in town at my grandparents place, and I was brought there to hear the news.  When someone says or writes that their heart shattered into a thousand pieces, this is not a metaphor.  To hear those words, “Geoffrey’s dead,” – well, I tell you, my heart shattered into a thousand little pieces onto the floor, and I further trampled those shards of heart into dust as I ran out the door.  I was traumatized; he was my best friend, my hero, my mentor, my rock and my protector.  And by some sick manipulation of Life, he was no more. 

I ran and hid in the shadows behind the gas station down the street. I just crumpled to my knees, like tossed rags of sorrow.  Never had I experienced such anguish and ache before.  I couldn’t take it – everything came gushing out of me. I exploded into tears and let go horrible, droning howls, all that was in my stomach projected out; these bodily fluids, my worldview and my faith all blended into a mush on the ground.  I covered my release with dead leaves and pulled myself to standing.  So much anger – I feared I might self-combust if I didn’t do something.  I started punching the brick wall and vowed to chase God down and expose him as a fraud for ever allowing such a thing to happen.  I smashed my fist to a bloodied pulp against those bricks, but it still did not take away from the excruciating ache inside.  By then my friends found me.  Of course they didn’t know what to do, but they put their hands on me anyway.  I let them.  I gave up, and let them quietly lead me back to the house. 

When Geoffrey died, a cosmic piece of me died too.  I morphed into an unbearably sad young man. Maybe some of you reading this can remember.  I wasn’t sure I could live with this new poison; I was terrified to allow myself to love again with all my heart.  I was not strong enough to go through that another time.  I did everything I could to put off going to sleep each night.  I feared my dreams, and besides, I would just have to wake up and face another long day.  I stopped going to Church with my mother; this I know tore her hemorrhaging heart even more.  I stopped thinking there was a God or caring if he/she existed.  Maybe God existed, maybe not; I no longer cared either way.  

Then I turned to alcohol.  For the next few years I gave it my finest effort to drink myself into a stupor.  I wanted to become comatose.  I wanted to become an idiot who, even if I wanted, could no longer care, could no longer think haughty thoughts about life and my place in it.  These were sad days, and I fell until I could fall no more. Let me tell you, it’s a lonely, despairing place, down at the bottom.  May you never see it in your life. 

But then the second thing happened. Life is a beautiful and glorious mystery, a swirl of endless miracles, and for reasons unknown to me, Jaime came along with an unwavering smile and a heart heaving with love.  She led my wretched soul out of the darkness and off the self-destructive path I had chosen; she fostered me back into a human being.  She saved my life, and she gave me a reason to care and to believe and to try again.  I owe her everything and I’ll never forget that. 

About the time Jaime came into my life, my mother also quietly intervened and convinced me to go to university.  This is the third thing that happened.  I discovered books; I met smart people with great ideas and remembered that I’m a smart person with great ideas too.  I started to experience light back in my world again.  My mother and my wife helped me avoid my catastrophic iceberg, and the rest, as they say, is history. 

So I followed this thought-thread as I shoveled. I was mindful of all of it and watched it float along in my mind like a movie.  I wasn’t daydreaming or unaware of where I was or what I was doing.  On the contrary; I was very much aware, and I was relishing what was happening.  

A series of events, both tragic and beautiful, occurred to make me into the sort of person who today works very hard to be more spiritual, more compassionate, more mindful of life and its miracles.  I consider myself fortunate. 

My thought-thread took me on to contemplate these ideas further.  I thought about my closest friend Graham, and his father Bill.  After a valiant battle against cancer, Bill passed on in February of this year.  At every funeral I ever attended since my brother’s, my tears were always still for my brother, except at Bill’s funeral.  My tears were for him.  My closest friend’s father was like a father to me too, and I mourned. 

Afterwards, something Graham shared with me stuck with me, perhaps it’ll stick forever.  Graham stayed home with his father for about two years, as every good son wishes they could in such a situation.  There were a lot of nights in the house, I’m sure, of just sitting around letting time go by rather than talk about difficult topics like death and such.  But one night they did.  Graham asked Bill what he thought was next for him, with cancer in his body and death close by.  Bill looked at Graham, shrugged his shoulders, and said he had no clue.  He had never thought about it, and figured it was too late to begin thinking about it now.  

Bill was wonderfully kind, generous and often hilarious.  The world could use more great men such as him.  Why didn’t he have an answer to Graham’s questions?  Why didn’t he feel the urge to ever contemplate God and his soul?  I don’t know. 

If you are a person who does ask yourself similar questions as I, please realize they are the most important questions of all.  If you are genuine in your dedication to spiritual pursuits, share it with the world.  Don’t be an evangelist or a recruiter or a preacher; just be honest and open and true to yourself.  For years I wondered what people would think if I explored and pursued spirituality in such an open forum as the world-wide-web, and the answer is, it’s the right way.  I’ve only heard positive comments.  We all have a light to share and the world needs more light these days than ever.  

I’m telling you from my own experience:  share your light; it’ll only brighten someone else’s way.

Thanks Jeremy.  I was so touched by your story that I felt very moved to share it. I’m happy I discovered your blog site.   To learn more about Jeremy please visit: http://pathwaytoenlightenment.com

IT’S A ROLLER COASTER LIFE! — November 1, 2010 by Jewels A. Staiger

Posted in A WOMAN'S VOICE by doloresayotte on November 1, 2010
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A Wo-Man’s Voice

Just this year, my husband and I along with my parents and our nine-year old triplets went on Vacation.
We’ve been planning for years to take a trip to Florida and go to Disney World, and then to St. Augustine.  The trip was all we ever hoped and dreamed it would be and more! 

Although I had been to both places in the past, my husband or children had never been to either, and so Mom and Dad and I were excited to show them everything for the first time!  I was never much of a roller-coaster rider, nor was my mom.  Whenever we went to an Amusement Park when I was young, my mom and I would either find another ride sneak an ice-cream cone while my dad and brothers rode the ‘coasters!’

However, I’ve gotten a little more daring the older I get, and during this years BIG Vacation, I decided to throw caution to the wind, and ride everything I could possibly ride in order to make it the best time ever for my children!  Although I was sore in the days to follow, I rode Mt. Everest (Animal Kingdom) and of course Space Mountain (Magic Kingdom) and any other ride my kids wanted to ride, I loved every minute of it!
I could remember going as a kid, and how special it was to me.  I wanted my kids to have the best memories from this trip.  I even started to throw my hands in the air and “free-fall’ with the ‘coasters!’

Some say life is like a Roller Coaster.  We have ups and downs, twists, and turns.  Sometimes we want to scream our heads off, and other times we want to laugh right out loud at the joy of it all!  Sometimes, we raise our arms up high and just let life carry us away!  Then there are other times that we close our eyes and hold on for dear life, fearing what may be coming next. Occasionally, the craziest things happen to turn us completely upside down and we fear that we may be sick from it all, or Heaven forbid, someone nearby may become sick ON us!

However, through the entire roller coaster of life, God already knows what is coming next.  He is the track that never fails.  He will never break under pressure, or weaken over time.
He does not get rusty, or need repaired.  He’s there when we get sick, and is willing to  shield us from  others who tend to ‘spew’ on us through life.  And He s able to do it all without any operators manning the gates.  Just Him.

When I’m standing in line waiting for the next adventure He has laid out for me, the only instructions I want to hear are His!  I want to be sure that I am sitting in the exact seat that He has made for me, the seat with my name written on it! 
It is HIS track I want to be stuck to through the twists and turns and curves of life with the shear force of His love!  I know that no matter what the next turn brings, that I will make it through as long as I follow the instructions that He is laid out for me. 

However, there are times, that on this ‘crazy coaster of life’ that we need the help of each other too.  I know that when I’m going through a tough time that God will sustain me and be there for me, but I also know that He sometimes sends brothers and sisters in Christ to us to help us through our times of need.

It’s like the story in the Bible, Exodus 17:8-16 when God told Moses to go to war with another group of people called the Amalekites (take some time to read this in your Bible today). They were an evil group of nomads who killed just for pleasure – terrorists of the day.

When Moses went to the top of a hill were his people could see him and rose up his staff toward Heaven they did OK fighting against the terrorists! However, whenever his arms got tired and he lowered his staff then they started to lose the fight! Finally! Moses’ brother Aaron and his brother-in-law Hur caught on to what was happening, and they held his arms up for him! They supported him when he could no longer support himself! They held him up and in doing so, the Israelites won the fight!
Can you imagine how excited those three men became when they realized what they had accomplished together, with God?  I am sure that there was some Whoopin’ and Cheerin’ going on, on top of that mountain!

I know that there have been times, most recently even, when I have lost all strength in my arms.  When I have wanted to put my arms down, close my eyes and hold on white knuckled for dear life.  There have been times, even recently when the jarring flip of life made me literally ill and aching all over from what I just went through.  I’ve wanted to jump the track and get off for a while!
Haven’t you felt like that before?  Don’t you just want to quit sometimes?  “This isn’t fun anymore,” we scream to God,  “Could You please get me off this ride?”

You feel like if there is one more sharp turn, jerky movement, or God-forbid a double loop-d-loop, you will lay right down and die……………

Then it happens, and you feel them on either side of you.  Those sisters that you did not realize where there before because you were too worried about your predicament to see anything else.  Or on the other hand, maybe new friends that came into your life just in the knick of time!  Either way, God has heard your cry, and sent you some reinforcements.  They gently take your arms and lift them for you!  At first, you are not quite feeling the same joy you see on their faces, and you wonder why they even bother!  “Why are you even here?” you say, “I can handle this on my own, really.  I was just having a moment of weakness.”  Because as women, we hate to admit defeat.  At least I know I do.  We tend to be so strong for everyone else, that we are too hard on ourselves for not being able to handle our own troubles.

Then you hear a Gentle Whisper, as the Breath of God not only calms you down, but  spiritually lifts you up!  “Raise them high!” He says, and you start to feel your strength again.

Your friends begin to shout encouragement to you while they hold onto your arms; you have your own little cheering section.

You start to feel a little more like yourself again.  A little more like that, Princess of the King that you so easily let go of!

Then just when you see that, you are reaching the most treacherous part of the ‘Life-Coaster,’ you free your arms from your friends and encourage them to put their own in the air!  You may still be a little scared, but at the same time you know that you need to spend some time with your Heavenly Father!

You reach as high as you can all the while crying “Father! Carry Me! I cannot do this alone! I cannot bear what comes next! But I know you sent me these friends, and I know you have great plans for me!”

You pray and praise, and spend time with Him with your arms outstretched and then you notice something.  While you were flying through that horrible part of the coaster immersed in His presence, something happened!  Something so amazing that it takes you a moment to realize that you just experienced a miracle.

The things that looked so scary and overwhelming are already past!  God took care of them seemingly while you were not looking! 

Now you are flying free, and enjoying the ‘Coaster’ more today than you did yesterday.  And always, when you come back around to that point and someone else’s arms are not raised, you can now go to them, lift up their arms for them and stand strong for them, because……………….you were there once!

2 Corinthians 1:3-5
(The Message)
“All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah!  Father of all mercy!  God of all healing counsel!  He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.  We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort – we get a full measure of that too!”
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Thanks so much Jewels for sharing your family trip to Florida and for using the Roller Coaster to demonstrate how God works in our lives.


WALKING – August 1, 2010 by Shirley Sarafinchan

Posted in INSPIRATIONAL POEMS ~ SPIRITUAL SATURDAY by doloresayotte on August 1, 2010
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Out for my walk early this morning 

The sunshine lingered on my face 

The wind so gently blowing 

The sky filled with puffs of lace 

The stillness around was comforting 

All my thoughts soon erased 

I recall the birds were singing 

As I quickly picked up my pace 

My heart so rapidly beating 

I felt the blood rushing to my face 

A sense of freedom, a sensation of floating 

I thanked God for this wonderful place  (written in 1981)

 

Thank you Shirley for sharing your lovely poetry and pictures with all of us.

Pictures taken by Shirley Gauthier Sarafinchan

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