I seem confused by so many issues nowadays, political, social, economic, etc. yet I know the truth, when one finds it, is always simple. It cannot be found in reason, debate or search, (though these are helpful). It just quietly comes with an infinate certainty when you least expect it, and there it is, in all its profoundity and childlike simplicity. It is that very simplicity resounding in your heart that you recognise as truth.
In later years I’ve found it better to keep an open mind on things when possible and been surprised at how often I’ve got my “facts” wrong lol!
Again terror pours down on the innocent, this time in different guise. Yet again the out come is the same. One evil perpetrator, but many, so many, stories of the good, the heroic. Let us never loose this perspective. The evil are few, hiding out with their bombs, guns, knives and megaphones, but the forces of good are everywhere, hidden away under a camouflage of “everydayness”. It is only at times such as this they become visible.
Joy fills my heart this morning in being able to lift a loved one cast down. The power is not me of course, I’m just like an electrician. I know where the power lies and how to connect it through prayer. I’m just a simple gal, in dirty overalls, carrying a tool kit (my Bible). Yet through God’s instruction I can help bring light and warmth to some destitute place, coat emotional wires in a balm of heavenly love so they can connect safely once more, and connect others to the power source (Jesus) so His power can flow in and they too can plug into it for all kinds of needs.
When I pass on there will be very little in the way of material goods to leave behind. Instead my legacy to my children is their childhood “electrical training”, each knowing how to plug into that power and receive miracles in time of need (even the non-believers lol!)
Autumn is breaking in all its multicoloured splendour. Flaming ivy on the wall, lakeside trees tinted orange and yellow, the mornings a chill fog, evenings needing a comfy blanket to cuddle in. Winter has yet to show its face, no need to turn the heating on quite yet. Thick sweaters grace the cupboard again, ready, but not quite needed yet. Strappy T shirts and shorts, sundresses and sandals are packed away. Summer fades behind us. Like trees dropping leaves we forsake summer dreams. Christmas is glimpsed on the far off horizon; meanwhile we gaze in wonder at the beauty of decay transforming the world in glorious hues.