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!)
Back to my personal place, the place that’s me, where I can watch unnoticed all that passes below, partake in the vibes of distant conversations without being burdened by understanding or reply. A place where the sky fills two thirds of my vision, and surprises me in sudden glimpses of breathtaking splendor, where I can see the far off hills, be aware of the old church, rooted through the centuries, without the need to visit. Here were God seems closer than my last week away.
Yes that house is far bigger, it has not just a balcony by a beautiful ornate garden, not just bathrooms, but outdoor hot tub. It’s far more beautifully furnished than mine, has spare bedrooms, a library and study, even a working fireplace and chimney. All these things I love, yet it seems empty even when all the family are there. The dog is my comfort, we sit, each missing in our different ways. I rub his ears and watch too many movies in an effort to pass the time till my duties are over and I can pass it all back to its rightful owners.
They like it here, anyone would, it has everything ones heart could desire, all but one, my little garden in the sky is the place God and I chat, a place of renewing, somehow his humility doesn’t sit well with opulence – neither does my heart.
It reminds me of a favourite song:
“Make me the king of a vast domain,
With cups of pleasure to ease the pain.
I’d hate it all without Him…”
Life is like that, things can never fill the empty place within. It’s so good to be home where everything reflects our life together, small, cosy, warm spirited – here I can write again.
Make your day, make a list.
Let me start you off
- Love (tops the list)
- Sight (and all the senses)
- A child’s smile. I could continue for hours. It makes me realize how rich I truly am!
(My ballet dancing friend insists it’s not usually quite this bad, but you get the general idea.)
One new year in China at the English club I often frequented we discussed our goals in life. I was surprised that apart from a retired entrepreneur they all said the same, they wanted to be rich and successful.
I found it odd because goals tend to be more varied in the west and riches and success never really appealed that much to me. For me being loved, having a family, being happy and fulfilled seemed far more important. Like the poster success in any field always comes with a price tag attached and sore feet are by no means the worst.
Do I think one should have no goals or aspirations? By no means, striving for and accomplishing a goal gives great satisfaction. Rather my thought is before attempting to “climb the ladder of success” check the price tag and be sure its against the right wall.