Sometimes, when we feel we don't hear God (after all, we're only human), we are looking in the wrong place. Sometimes, we need to remember how he talks to us, and we need to listen and respond to the silence...he is there, we just aren't where we need to be.
Do we really need glorified constant connection? Or, is a simple non-smart phone (which is still constant connection) enough?
My desire in life is to not write what the itching ears want to hear. My goal is to write the truth. I do not want to steer anyone away from God's truth through either verbal or written word. My thoughts wrap around how easily words are miscontrued in today's society.
The first significant mental challenge stemmed from the reality that we were on our own. We were told to quarantine into self-care. I knew what to do, and I felt brave and sure we would beat it, but I also felt alone in the fight...and rightfully we were isolated. Too sick and couldn't go anywhere, but not sick enough to seek medical attention.
I was alone that day and it struck me—the conviction to drop to my knees, cry out to the Lord, and repent. I spilled every ounce of anguish and sin from my heart. I cried out for favor and forgiveness. As I repented, I felt his presence. Our relationship grew from that very moment.
I talked about how I know this as a succinct distraction from Satan. A deflection from the enemy. A deviation from a focus on God, instead it is an (idolization) on COVID-19.
One surprise I experience as a resident of Texas, formally a person that lived in several much-more northern states is that I forget it isn't as warm "up North" as it is here.
Author C.S. Lewis said, “God speaks to our hearts through His Holy Spirit in an audible but compelling way.” Yes, this is beautiful, thank you, Father, for loving us as your children!
Social media screams out overt judgment on wrinkles. If you are an older woman with wrinkles, you must smoke or imbibe in alcohol on the heavy side. Right? Or, you could be eating the wrong diet, or perhaps you don’t use the latest and best anti-aging cream. Lord forbid, you have wrinkles!
Our communication was unique, we quickly realized after we got you that you had been raised and trained in Spanish. As a loving mom, I Googled Spanish command words like shake, get your ball, and sit. I laughed so hard the first time I said shake in Spanish (sacudir) and your paw went up like someone lifted it with a string in perfect English Bulldog form. If you could talk, I think you would have happily said, “Howdy there!” I am not convinced you always understood my English, but I had fun uttering Spanish words to you.