Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror

 
Trudging through thorny weeds (to avoid paths), dehydrated, and skin cooked well over-done by the sun’s rays, the woman looked as if she was on her last breath. When bystanders beheld this sad sight, they tried to help her, but the woman always kept her head down and denied any helping hand…until today. A boy came up to her and asked, “Why do you walk off the path?”
The woman stopped and turned to the boy (perfect that she didn’t have to lift her head to talk to an adult…this was the first child that had ever confronted her).
Woman: “Because if I set a foot on the path, it will appear.”
The boy looked at her with big eyes.
Boy: “What will appear?”
Woman: “The mirror.”
Boy: “What is so scary about a mirror?”
Woman: “This mirror reveals more than just a mere image…it shows you all the wrongs you’ve done in the past; unveiling your true self. I have been running from it for quite some time now. I don’t want to be reminded of who I am.”
Boy: “I know what to do! Stay right here.”
The woman usually grew antsy by staying too long in one place, but from pure exhaustion or from meeting a kind child, she decided to stay.
The child came running back with glass cleaner and a rag.
Boy: “I know what to do, I will stand here and wipe away all the wrongs.”
Woman: “Why would you do that for me?”
Boy: “Because no matter what you’ve done, I like you and you are my new friend.”
Woman with tear-filled eyes: “No one has every said that to me before…”
No one ever had, for when people saw the damaged shell she is, they wanted to help her out of pity…and when they learned of her past, they spat at her. No one had ever truly wanted to help her due to liking her.

 

The boy took the woman’s hand and she allowed him to lead her back on the path. She caught a glimmer behind her, knowing the mirror was there. Looking at the boy, he responded with squeezing her hand and nodding in encouragement.
The woman straightened herself up (with help from the boy) and turned to face the mirror. Sobs from deep within her soul began to shake her body; causing her to use the mirror as balance (thinking the boy had left). She sunk down, letting her hand slide along the full length mirror, when suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder. Looking up and instead of seeing the boy, she saw a man and then she noticed the mirror. The man was taking his pure white sleeve…and wiping her mirror clean! Her past reflections disappeared!
After the man was done, he bent down and got to her level. All the kindness (that was not of this world) was set upon his brow and all the love was in his eyes and all the warmth was in his smile. He helped her stand up and turn facing the mirror.
The man then wrote “I loved you at your darkest, I love you now, and I love the future you. You are loved for you.”
The woman laughed and cried at the same time. She was so joyful! She was free! She was loved. Every time she looked back at the mirror, she saw love.


When she twirled, something caught her eye. The boy was walking toward her.
Boy: “No more fear of the mirror?”
Woman: “Nope. I am free. The man wiped my mirror clean.”
Boy: “Isn’t he nice?! He’s my best friend.”
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At a Glance

At a Glance

As I scroll through Facebook at finger-swiping speed on my iPad, and glance at articles of information flying by, I stop to realize that I have misread a piece of info COMPLETELY wrong. I then, scan my eyes over the short write-up to make sure I am grasping the Facebook post correctly.
Me: “I have noticed that when I quickly scan through a short online post, I am not reading the same words that were originally typed. It’s like they get twisted into something else when I don’t really care to take the time reading.”


God: “Have you not glanced at people in the same way and misread them? Too quick of a look and you judge their character wrong.”


Me: “What should I do?”


God: “Get to know them. Truly read them.”


Me: “Read them?”


God: “How do you read a book that you want to spend time getting to know its story?”


Me: “I study the cover and its summary to find hidden storylines that give hint to what’s inside the book and then I read its contents to verify the cover.”


God: “And you do guess right by what you saw on the cover?”


Me: “…not always. At times, I have been assuming the opposite of what the truth really is but with people…I have been wrong about them on many occasions.”


God: “What’re you going to do about it?”


Me: “Well, I know Someone with x-ray vision Who is willing and able to see through fleshly covers and dive deep into the pages of people’s characters.”

 

 

End thought: “Put on your ‘Jesus X-ray glasses’ and see deeper than the cover…the Facebook post…and other social media outlets.”
Pebble in the Shoe

Pebble in the Shoe

 

“I cannot go on like this,” said the girl, overwhelmed by life itself.


God: Trust…in Me. Take day by day for life is full of sorrows by waiting and yearning for tomorrow. When people drain you, do not wallow in your dehydration. I am the living water; I will fill you up. 
When people suck the air out of you, I will breathe into the breath of life. When people are like a storm threatening to break and beat you down, remember that you are built upon the rock. Do not let the enemy deceive you into believing you are built upon the sand! 


Take off your spectacles for I have already given you sight…do not believe that you must earn all my blessings. I am not like people around you. I give freely…you just have to open your present and don’t let the enemy steal it from you.


Do not fear in what you may lose, but hope in what you will gain.


Inadequacy is a lie. You are made perfect in the Greatest Sacrifice. I will call you accordingly to how I made you. Do you not believe that your interests are important to Me? Far from it! I love you and I will use you…use you in your uniqueness. Trust in Me.

 

Side note: You may talk to God about the pebble in your shoe, and He will address the rocky area where you traveled. He knows what you’ve been through…what you’re going through. The pebble will become heavier the longer you hold onto it.


Take time to speak to God…go for a walk by a stream and skip rocks across the water (throw your pebble out while you’re at it!).
The Girl in the Meadow

The Girl in the Meadow

The soft tendrils of the meadow flowers glided through her fingers as she made her way through thought-provoking valleys.
Which way to turn?
Which way to go?
She had lost her way in such beauty. The breeze caressed her hair with care…a voice on the wind’s tongue called her. She could not stop; could not wait for those calling behind her…for they did not see what she saw…for where her vision grasped the beauty…others only saw weeds…where she saw hope…others envisioned a desert of darkness.

Not to fear (for the unseeing ones) for she once did not see what she grasps in her vision now…not too long ago she saw darkness and despair. It wasn’t until she called out for help…that a wind with a whisper came a response and a call to take action. As a pounding tremor in her chest grew, she made her way through thick forests of doubt. Trees grasped at her; trying to plant their seeds of fear and death in her mind.
The path grew more precarious and the dread covered her like an old, ratty cloak.
“Help, I cannot do this alone!”
“I am here dear one, listen to My voice. Shed your doubtful cloak and do not water the seeds anymore. Let us destroy the lies with truth. Get up and follow me.”

As she followed the wind, the voice became clearer and began to permeate a shield throughout her. She continues walking and following the voice to this day.

God gave me an image of the girl in the meadow. This girl resembled me but was much stronger on leaning on the “whispering wind” that guided her, than I was with following God.
After I saw this picture, God told me these simple but powerful words: “Keep Running.” I did not name this girl because “she” can be any of us.

“Let us run the race set before us…”

Water Walker

Water Walker

I walked toward the water’s edge and gazed at the rapids before me. There were words spoken and carried by the mist of the waves; calling me by a name that was me but so much more. A single word that expressed every detail of who I was and who I am in Christ. 
I knew it was the One whom my soul loved. Nothing could stand between us; all I had to do was focus on the voice and step onto the damp terrain. Just put one foot in front of the other, but; alas, the beasts of the sea reminded me of the depths and terrors below.
“You can’t do this.” 
“The waters will gobble you up.” 
“The voice you heard was a figment of your imagination.” 


I couldn’t do it.


A better idea sprung into my crammed-packed consciousness.
“I will build stepping stones to my destination!”
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, until I realized that the voice that was calling me had been drowned out by my focus of building each strong stone being supported by beams plunged into the deep. Not only had I barely made a dent in my destination, but I was building my stone pathway in the wrong direction!
Down and depressed on the failure I had become, there came a small voice once again…”Come to Me…”
I had enough of trying on my own, so I stepped onto the water and walked towards a man at the end of a tumultuous wet path. The first part of the walk was steady but after a few moments, I began to sink in fear of my surroundings. Waves threatened to pull me deeper, but then a hand appeared. With all my might, I clung to the hand and was pulled above the surface. The Man spoke to me without using his mouth…He was speaking through His spirit.


“Walk with Me and you shall never hunger…you shall never thirst…you shall never be in want…I am with you always…”


I have been walking with my Friend, Jesus, ever since.

Battles…

Battles…

The enemy fears you to be around other people who will encourage you in your walk with God…where your faith and strength will grow in Him. Satan and his minions are very cunning. They will try to mask the spiritual warfare with the fight against flesh…and divide us against each other.
Last week I got in a disagreement with a person…Sitting in the corner of my room, racking my brain as to what I did wrong and how did this touchy verbal battle began…trying to point out what the offender did wrong and the offender not knowing why. We did not understand each other…until now, when I put pen to paper and asked God to help me work it out. You see, it wasn’t a battle against each other but what the enemy has devised before the disagreement began. The enemy was working on tender points of my past and instead of reminding him of my forgiveness, I wallowed in “self.” I focused on the wrongs of myself instead of God and His forgiveness. I can only imagine how the enemy touched my offender’s mind and heart.

 

Put on the full armor of God today (Eph. 6) and ask God to reveal to you the war raging behind what we think is a fleshly battle…

 

“For we don’t wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces in heavenly places.” Ephesians 6:12

Green Memories

Green Memories

 As I walked around the yard, I looked around and saw many “green memories.” Plants and trees that have been with my family through the years…trees that were planted as small saplings and grew into beautiful giants that towered over us, danced in the wind, and warned us of the changing seasons…and oh the flowers! The little buds that smell the sweetest in their first blooms…even the bees dance with glee of the fruitful pollen that awaited them. 
 In the winter, when everything dies back and turns into a desolate sort of beauty…I begin to wonder at the intricacy of the bare branches…and ponder why some branches are destined to break, while others stay firmly attached to the thick trunk. I asked God, “Why, do You spend time planning out every detail of each leaf and flower even though You know it will die and fall off in the end?”
God answered, “Because I enjoy its beauty while it is yet still living…no matter how short every leaf, branch, and flower’s time on earth is.”


Here are several “green memories” that I would like to share with you…

 

 


Oh, the good old silver maple. 🙂 I remember this tree being outside as long as my child memory can extend… Every spring I would sit near its trunk and watch the lady bugs come and lay their tiny yellow eggs all over it…they even squeezed out their eggs on my tire swing that was once upon one of the maple’s branches (I didn’t use my tire swing until the lady bugs hatched).

 

 


The trumpet flower, and oh boy, does it live up to its name! This flower can make a loud trumpet-like sound when you pinch its base together between your lips and blow (be careful to check for bees before sticking in your mouth!). 😉 This noisy orange bloom was once climbing on our gazebo, but now is hidden on our side yard, peeking out at us when we walk further outback. These flowers make me think of my dad and how he taught my sis and I how to annoy our neighbors with its sound.

 

 


This purple beauty is newer to our yard and grows like a weed! Its flowers do not last long but don’t worry, just as soon as the old ones drop off, there are new splashes of purple to take its place. I think of my grandma ‘Nita, since she gave us these plants (she has the greenest thumb I ever knew of).

 

 


The orange tree leaf. 🙂 These ancient trees surprisingly have given us some oranges every year. I think of my sis and how we would put the orange peel between our teeth and lips to make it look like we had orange teeth. 😉 I think every kid did this when they were young…hehe (I still do it).

 

 


The ivy…this green memory makes me think of our pug mix and how she would run through it when she was a puppy…Tula (yes, my sis named her pug after Tula from “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”), after going through the ivy like the chubby torpedo she is, would charge at my sis and I while we were sun bathing. Haha Good memories.

 

 


Mint…I will always think of my mother when I catch a whiff of this herb. 🙂 She loves mint anything…and there has always been mint right by our old silver maple.

 

 


This plant is special because it is called “Dusty Miller.” When my mom and I saw the name of this plant, we knew we had to get it. My brother’s name is Dusty; we bought this plant in memory of him.



And lastly…one of our Chinese pistachios that is already turning color! These trees that encase our pool, are always the first to tell us that there is hope for cooler weather, warm fall colors, and hot tea…

 

 

Hmmmm…I hope you enjoyed sharing your time with my green memories. 🙂 What plant/tree/shrub memories of your own are you thinking of now?