Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Something New for June

 My children have often come close to calling me a naysayer, cynical… 

They would say I have a preoccupation…

with dying. But they never focus on what I am actually saying and that is: IF one is a believer then, surely the next life is way better than the present - even on the best of days. Still, I make it a point in these posting to encourage folks to live for the day they have and make it the best day ever… because this life as we live and breathe  - is short… Eternity is forever and sadly, very few folks have their eyes on - the forever prize… 

My children talk about what they plan to do, assuming that everything goes according to their plans… Not to be the naysayer, but there are no guarantees in this life… I’ve learned to plan for the future but not hold onto that which can be so dramatically upended…by someone else’s plans. People who sleep soundly are sadly caught unaware of plans of war as they nestle next to their loved ones… Ask anyone literally caught in the throes of people in power in any given country anywhere in the world… They trusted, as they slept silently, that all was well and right in their world… and then it was not… Horribly not. At one moment people are singing praises to God and then locked in their church and burned a lived…

This insanity that is happening worldwide is not what any average hard working person expected, (not that those at either end of the spectrum expect either)… But it’s not just within the world’s political scene. There is a lawlessness that is incomprehensible everywhere… Where what is totally evil is now renamed, repackaged and totally redefined and presented as good. From what is done to unborn children, to “consenting minors”, non-consenting minors, (those children that are trafficked), to young adults strung out fentanyl…

I sound like a pessimist… I am realist because my Hope is so not of this world. I do not wear rose colored glasses, but I have a Hope - JESUS.

So how does one enjoy life in the face of such unspeakable evil? Where is the JOY of the Lord that is my strength… I know I am weak folks… But when I am so… then my God is strongest in me and rises up. It is not me that people see, but Father God working through me to accomplish His plan, (a way better plan than I could ever come up with). It blows me totally away that Father would even bother to use me… I’ve been broken and found in the potter’s field and called His treasure… Unbelievable, I know… And Father God pieces me back together and repurposes this old broken soul… This is why He is God and I am not. 

This part starts my short rant: I stare at a blank canvas for some time before I make a mark… Not because I’m contemplating. I fearful from my past mess-ups… So why bother? See IF I were god - I’d see the mess-ups and say - that free-will stuff is for the birds… Those creatures called humans  - created in my image - totally screwed up… Scrap the project… See I’d be the god off in the corner of the universe happy by myself… Who needs their love? But I digress again!!! 🤷🏾‍♀️

I enJOY reading Father’s Word daily, throughout the day. I enJOY going for walks, talking to people that I meet - engaging in idle chit-chat. I enJOY looking at clouds, and birds, touching leaves, smelling the earth after a heavy rain. I enJOY being creative - doing art-ing, ( Father’s hand-over-hand with me ), and making sourdough bread … BUT then I think how can I enjoy anything when so many people are in such desperate straits… dying - and so many without the hope of Jesus… As a believer - this is my bottomline - to die without salvation is hell …and I make bread? I paint a pretty picture? I walk through fields of spongy clover - just moistened by summer rains? It’s such a paradox - something in contradiction to what is. But to live in a stoic state is not living in the JOY, in the abundant life that Jesus said we have despite circumstances - that are constantly changing.   

People go about their lives everyday unaware of the doom that will beset them… They either willingly believe a lie that nothing is wrong and so gaslight everyone who opposes their views or simply are truly unaware that life - is that bad. When something turns sours they play the blame game without realizing that the table and occupants seated around the table are in a constant state of change - while the game goes on… Same game just varying players - constantly. In politics you’ve heard it said - “left wing or right wing - the wings belong to the same one bird”. 

Are you getting my point?… My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus own righteousness… Jesus and the Hope of the good life IS only in HIM. Beloved this is not based upon what I think of Father God, but what I know of Father God from His Word. I’ve said it several times do NOT make Father God into a being that is like yourself, so likewise, far be it from me to tell you what I think about Him… This is why reading scripture for yourself is so important as well as praying = having conversations with Father God without ceasing, (listen more than talk). 

Yes, a day rarely passes without me praying, ‘Lord Jesus, come quickly’, (Revelation 22). I see no other Hope for this world - once perfect and beautiful - Paradise… most assuredly lost. We need Jesus’ intervention. We cannot fix this mess ourselves. We are not evolving into something better. Let me burst that bubble - Darwin was a lair… and there’s no Santa Claus nor Easter bunny - all these things are not of God folks. Do I want happy, joyous times… of course… But I will praise Father God even in the darkest of storms. Good times are indeed fleeting, so it best to know how to get back up once you fall, because we fall, fail faint… more than enjoy and appreciate the nice mountain tops… Set your eyes on Jesus. Stay focused. May I suggest listening to old hymns. They are rugged - those writers, (read their testimonies), went through some wretched storms and came out by the grace of God with Father’s Light shining for others… 

Read Father’s Word. Talk and listen for Him without ceasing. Sing hymns.

Jesus is coming soon… You’ve gotta tell someone… Plant a seed… Father brings the increase.

Soli Deo Gloria

Nina

Foraging today-Father’s provision 
Even in the city as I walk about…
Look at my God!

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