Friday, August 17, 2012

I'm Sorry, I Realize That My Posts Are So Serious if There Are Any Posts At All

Still, I have to put this here - and if you meet me on the street, my life is so very daily and my conversation not at all serious - in fact, you probably will find me breaking into laughter - just because I do that a lot and I find the ordinary rather humorous - and I probably will talk about the mundane - because this world compared to the next - well - good grief - 

I actually do have very heavy trials to observe, but not personally experience.  I have two friends who are each living through difficult situations (along with their families) - One possibly has ovarian cancer and the other a severe form of dementia - Both trials turn one's attention toward the eternal and the end of life.  Also - I keep up with two stories on CaringBridge - one, a young mother is fighting for her life and unless God heals her miraculously - then she will not be on this earth much longer.  She has two young sons.  She has a strong faith in God and understands her redemption in Christ.  

In my, what would appear to be, ordinary life, (but it is not at all ordinary since  I know that my life is ordered by the Creator of this Universe and the Creator of the Heavenly Realms)  I am preparing for the upcoming fall and winter and spring - in our church - to teach an art class for first thru sixth graders.  Also, I am gearing up to help Ann with her homeschooling tasks, by keeping her two youngest two days a week, to lighten the load a bit.  At my age, the concious intentional preparation of a task which has been given to me (the art class)  seems to be much more overwhelming to me than in my younger days.  In my heart I might be throwing my face into my hands and wailing, "Oh Woe Is Me! I Cannot Do This!"  But on the outside I smile and say, "Sure, I can handle it.  I'll be fine."  My kind, enduring husband, Charlie, hears what is in my heart.  He hears it out loud.  Actually, in my younger days, I did the same thing.  But I know that this is something God has given me to do.  I'm like those weak guys in the Old Testament to whom He gave tasks, and they whined all the way through the tasks - all the while God really doing the tasks - they were just His Whining Vessels.  I would that I was a Shining Vessel instead of a Whining Vessel.  :-)  See?  I like to laugh, especially at myself.  Well, I laugh at us all.  :-)

Anyway - there's other microscopic things going on.  My favorite thing to do is work in the yard.  Love the physical exertion of that.  I love it.  I don't do that very much, though - not these days.  Or my other favorite is work on a project, like a painting project - or any kind of personal project for the home.

All of that wasn't the serious part.  Below is what I love to read and know and absorb.  I want it to be in every cell - in my soul and body - I also want all whom I know and see and meet to read it and know it and absorb it. It's so true that we can't fully absorb that kind of truth.  I want to, though.  My humanity is all around me.  I'm entangled in it - yet, here is the real light and truth and reality. 

To Him Who loves us and has freed us from our sins by His blood and made us a kingdom, priests to His God and Father, to Him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen. Behold, He is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see Him, even those who pierced Him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of Him.  Even so, Amen.

"I am the Alpha and the Omega", says the Lord God, "Who is, and Who was, and Who is to come, the Almighty".  
Revelations 1: 5b - 8

To Him Who loves us and has freed us from our sins by His blood and made us a kingdom, priests to His God and Father, to Him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen. 
Revelations 1: 5b - 6

"Is - is he a man? asked Lucy.

"Aslan a man!" said Mr. Beaver sternly. "Certainly not.  I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of a the great Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea.  Don't you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion, the Lion, the great Lion."

"Ooh," said Susan, "I thought he was a man.  Is he - quite safe?  I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion."

"That you will, dearie, and make no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver; "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly."

"Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy.

"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver; "don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you?  Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe.  But he's good.  He's the king I tell you."

- from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis


Laura Forman said...

Love hearing your thoughts....bought the Meyers cleaner today and can't help but think of you each time I use it! :-) Thanks for sharing how wonderful the smell is. Lots of love!!

Mary Ann said...

This morning, 8/17/12, I read the same verses from Revelation that you printed in this post.