During my teens, there was this rave over learning how to play the guitar. I live in an island which is known for the production of world-class guitars and it is just right for us to know how to strum those chords to tune.
Do I have a singing voice? Nah! Quite the contrary, I can only croak. Yes, I am definitely an out-of-tuner yet I desired to voice my song through the strings of the guitar.
At one time, I was learning to put the chords I learned into a song. I was making a sound and I thought I was alone. I croaked and worst, I played against the rhythm of the song. I know it was not a pleasant sound because my Momma had to peep into the little room where I was to voice her thoughts and perhaps to stop the noise I was making.
It was then that I poured my attention into reading and I again, this time, thought I could sing silently or play silently in the lines of the stories I am reading. I dreamed of writing poems and short stories to voice my feelings and tell the stories of my life.
Then there came into the internet world a new word, a new community, sisterhood, brotherhood, even a community of inter-connected Christians, into writing which they called BLOG.
And here my dreams, aspirations, stories or even discordant poetry, found a voice, which, perhaps to my own kind, encouragers, journal writers, etc...... I may not be a NOISE, but my own VOICE. In this way, in this media, I hope to speak encouragement, hope and joy, and maybe to the right ears or eyes, they may lift some heaviness of heart or mind. And from the same, from others' voices, I may also journey in perfect thythm with those along my path.
Now may the God Who gives the power of patient endurance (steadfastness) and Who supplies encouragement, grant you to live in such mutual harmony and such full sympathy with one another, in accord with Christ Jesus.
Bear (endure, carry) one another's burdens and troublesome moral faults, and in this way fulfill and observe perfectly the law of Christ (the Messiah) and complete what is lacking [in your obedience to it].
From the above verse, I am certain and I do believe, there is a joyful noise in this community.
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"a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes.......not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing."
It is so weird to think of how we liked to look good and be our best when we were young. We have our own idea what is attractive and trendy. We peer into mod magazines to see what is new and popular so that we can imitate them.
Then as we grow older, suddenly we look into the character of the person, what is inside rather than what is outward. We laugh at our attitude of youth when we went overboard just to look like everyone else. We met our prince charming and we settle down. We grow close and accept one another's shortcomings and conclude that love is greater than any of them.
Certainly character lasts, which can be proven, much as we may deny it, by the wrinkles that we are clothed now. Gone are the smoothness and softness of youthful skin. Our hands ache with arthritic pains and stiffness. And we look for the character which our loving Lord wants us to manifest. Do people see Jesus in our face or actions?
To me, the knowledge of our Savior's grace and living the love He gave us so that others may see whom we believe in, is the greatest look of all time. Mirroring the image of our Lord is the most beautiful countenance of all- the look of LOVE.
Matthew 5:16
King James Version (KJV)
16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
I am thanking the FMF community for the word prompt for today (October 19, 2012)-LOOK.
Who doesn't delight at the sight of migratory birds in flight like the Trumpeter Swans. Up there in the sky, which they have conquered, like no human machinery has, they fly on heavenly wings. They seem to have mastered the power to grace the sky.
Like a ballet dancer who has spent so many years in training and discipline, perfected movements on her toes, like flying in the sky, captures the stage. I believe that they are so like the graceful movements of the swan, in flight or in repose on placid lakes.
My word for today was taken from 1 Corinthians 9:24-27. It is the runners verse for the prize. He has to submit to discipline to hone his muscles and stamina. He spends hours upon hours in the gym. He diets to meet the nutrition to become healthy and able. He uses time wisely for rest and for practice. And in the race his sight is on the prize.
To me, that sounds like the preparation the migratory birds have to go through in their own particular way to endure the temperatures, days of unwavering flight, sustained by their instincts and powerful muscles. To complete the package, they stay graceful in flight with a formation akin to ballet dance. Ballet in the sky.
In my previous post, I wrote about this season in my life, where I was carried by our Lord to His altar of grace. He has honed my patience, humility and strength through this season. And it is comparable to bird migration.
It is one thing to discipline ones self for this race called life and another to do it by being graceful. But we can never do it without God, without His word, without prayers.
24 Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain. 25 And
every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now
they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible. 26 I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air: 27 But
I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any
means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway.
Joining FMF community with the prompt-GRACEFUL
Thankful to find community of writers writing a word prompt Fridays, where there are no grammar and writing skills needed. Just pen/type thoughts without over thinking nor editing..... for 5 minutes or less.
If you haven't joined yet, please do. And don't forget to read what the others are saying with the One-Word-Prompt GRACEFUL.
Then I saw an angel standing in the sun, and with a loud voice he called
to all the birds that fly directly overhead, “Come, gather for the
great supper of God,
Revelations 19:17
put more weight over the cotton slacks to erase the crease. Wets the wash cloth and rubs it over the stubborn areas. Then press some more until it stood. This is one thing of all household chores I am not so inclined to. Yet press on I did. I want to make it as neat as I can, thinking of the morrow which was the first day of work for Mike. He must look his best to face the new boss and the new workaday world. He's long been missed in this group of citizens, the regular earning middle class.
Over a long period of time, I prayed for this spring. A time where God lays down His sacrifices for the invited to partake. It was between me and my God. Hubby's energy and appetite for a regular job was lost for quite some time. He considered himself retired. But I know deep inside me that he longs to provide. It is his delight. God designed it.
I toiled on for the many seasons like watching the flip of each calendar page, ushering in new moons by new moons. Scrimped to meet the tight string of necessary sustenance. Moonlighted and volunteered to welcome well needed resources to the dead of some nights. And I continued my plea.
Over this while, obedience to God was foremost. One needs to be intentional not to brandish this deficiency at the face of the deficient one. So God had to provide strength and patience all the days of the toil years. In fact He overfilled me with humility akin to the design of Eve. I must be a willing, capable and able helper as well as a suitable one.
Oh no, never perfect. I grumble inside. But I have to pray for the sun to slow down while it boils down the drain. Don't let me see the orange sky, the silhouettes, and soft shadows.... while the furnace is still ablaze. For good measures, God gives. Take note, with zipped lips at that and a smile. Allelluia!! "NOT ABOUT ME, LORD BUT ALL ABOUT YOU!" (Max Lucado)
Where is the feast, my Lord? I want to be invited. I hope this migrant to the prepared table would find it, knowing that thirst and fatigue would soon sit in, cut the flight and may miss what was there to take.
Then I began to share my desires to a trusted friend, who prayed with me. We prayed for each other. We put our needs before Him together.
Until one lunch break, I got a vision. It was my quiet time. The office is off-lights. Others were napping while I was in our pantry, sitting still to hear His voice. He told me to submit Mike's resume to this firm. I broke down in tears. I felt insuficient. I know I have a prayer warrior on my side and I crumbled further into pieces. She speaks of tearing down walls like Jericho's walls. And indeed, some walls fell down.
I did submit that resume before Mike even knew of it. So no matter what will come, one thing is for sure it is God's. It was meant to be for a taxi driver position but God had another plan. The owner wanted him as a supervisor. His plans are the best always. There it was beneath my nose while I was knocking at another door farther away.
We are on tiptoe here, this is new ground. A new feeder has materialized-new mercy upon the hands wide open to feed from. And I am a happy guest at this table. It was not I who was at the right time at the right place, God put the time and the place in my path and to complete the grace, He made daylight my sight.
The gathering at the great supper is meant to be the feast of Jesus Christ's victory against His enemies, our enemies. Or it could be interpreted as our partaking of His Flesh & Blood for redemption. I just want to post about partaking at His regular table, His daily mercies, His sustenance, provisions and protection..... and count my blessings.
I wish we could be hovering directly over some feasts of God's, and be invited to come over and be ready. Yet not every feast can be attended. They are intended as God intends them.
Would this be the meaning of how the early birds catches the healthy worms? Being at the right time and the right place? As for the great supper of God, every believer will be gathered there..... as "He prepares a table before us in the presence of our enemies, He will anoint our heads with oil, our cup will overflow." Psalm 23:5 (paraphrased).
~ The sun slowing down while the furnace was hot inside
~ Invitation to the Feast (where grace flows rivers)
~That still voice (being heard when the din dies down)
~For doors that are open even when we are facing the wrong one (more often close)
~For renewed strength and fresh hope (what a difference they make)
~For transformation into a little bit of the Ruby woman (even just a grit size of it)
~For the smiles when words aren't necessary
~For people who suddenly come into my life and impact me forever
~For humility, patience, stability of character
~For the definite acceptance of youngest in a sought at job
~For a new grandson coming this September month.
~For a full piggy bank ready to give away for church fund raising
~For people safe and nothing destroyed in an earthquake of 09.01.12
~People rising back from the floods
~For a dear friend's recovery
~For the prayer companions and warriors
~just adding this song on the list (which is a song dedication by my dear Sister Lidia), so fitting to the post, MY THANKS TO YOU, MY SISTER IN CHRIST. (09.06.12)
Even though most people resist changes, it is inevitable.
Being mostly a limb-sitter, or a comfort zone dweller, I do resist for a time, but when I know that it is only way God's plan works for me, I'd setter for His ways. But not without resistance though.
The the benefits sinks in slowly and it lasts.
The change that affects everything is when one lets God freely and willingly.
And when we do, how we look at things, at people, at situations, will be seen and acted out of love.
It it like seeing through the eyes of our savior and Lord, Jesus Christ.
The world needs this for peace and prosperity.
Change coming from the inside affects beautifully the outside. So I let God. You too, let God!
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"Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect." Romans 12:2 (NLT)
I love this community, writing candidly for 5 minutes without editing, without over thinking. Check out what everyone is writing about CHANGE today. And you may join the community too. See what you can write in just 300 seconds. I am sure it would be a glimpse from your true self. LOLITA
Now here's the simple list of rules for a fun 5 Minute Friday Posting:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need
to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in
their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the
heart of this community..
Note: Ms. Lisa-Jo & friends, I would
like to ask for permission to correct a misspelled word. But I promise
that I only found it out after I hit publish. The world "setter" should be read "settle." Thank you.
