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Crying Out

 

“The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.” 

                                                     ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

 
 “This is God’s Message, the God who made earth, made it livable and lasting, known everywhere as God: ‘Call to me and I will answer you. I’ll tell you marvelous and wondrous things that you could never figure out on your own.’
                                  ~ Jeremiah 33:2-3
     Crying out.  Oh there has been crying out. Sadly, it has not been to God.  The aisle is not a church aisle.  It is not limited to any particular location, though it can be viewed 24/7 in repeating cycles. There is little understanding, this is even less wisdom being displayed on the large screen, and across the nation.
     Jeremiah is clear in his reporting.  He entreats us to call out to God, that we will hear marvelous things. Things that we could never figure out on our own.
     Take the time to call out to God. Take the time to pray for ALL in leadership, for all power comes from God.  Take the time to thank God for the love that you have, and seek wisdom, even if you are wise.
Wisdom Song
 
Let us pray for wisdom, cry to the Lord and receive the love that only God can give.
 
Because of Him,
Linda
     
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Wisdom in Wild November

The wild November comes at last.    
   
                                      ~R.H. Stoddard
 
I ask—ask the God of our Master, Jesus Christ, the God of glory—to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is he is calling you to do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life he has for his followers, oh, the utter extravagance of his work in us who trust him—endless energy, boundless strength!
 
                             ~ Ephesians 1:18-19
 
     November is my favorite month.  Thanksgiving!  I love all the joys of Thanksgiving, the prayers, the focus, the stories I get to read to the kids at school…I just love it!
     In the calendar year, it is almost the end, the time when we have some aha moments in reflecting on what has gone before.  The year may not have gone that way we planned, but that doesn’t make it a bad year.
     We have become formed and shaped by the word of God and the way we apply it to our circumstances.  We have done our best to help God see it our way, and mostly, we learn how to listen better to the one to whom we have given our lives and be thankful for the way things actually turned out.
     The leaves are falling, we can see the sky just a bit more clearly, and the color is amazing! We celebrate the lives of those who have gone on before us, we look with a little more focus at those who remain. We have many unanswered questions, but we know who we have believed for the answers.
   In this red, orange, yellow, brown month, let us give thanks for all that has gone before, the wisdom to move forward in love and all that is to come.
 
Tis a Gift to Be Simple – Judy Collins
     Because of Him,
     Linda

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Be Thou Mine

Polished brass will pass upon more people than rough gold. 
 
                                                                    ~Lord Chesterfield
 

 Who is wise and understanding among you? Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom.

                                                                  ~ James 3:13 NIV

for Mary
She comes early
cloths and polish her rod and staff.
The balcony rails gleam in her wake;
if it is brass, it is radiant.
 
She does it to remember, 
to rub out the week’s wear,
to remember her beloveds.
 
All the time, pouring 
out to the One whose 
house she honors.
 
Polish me Lord,
let me gleam under Your cloth.
Lift my iniquity in that wake.
Allow me to trust Your vision.
 
Be Thou mine.
 
Be Thou My Vision
 
Because of Him,
Linda

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What Garlic is to Salad

What garlic is to salad, insanity is to art. 
                                                           ~ Augustus Saint‑Gaudens
 
Real wisdom, God’s wisdom, begins with a holy life and is characterized by getting along with others. It is gentle and reasonable, overflowing with mercy and blessings, not hot one day and cold the next, not two-faced. You can develop a healthy, robust community that lives right with God and enjoy its results only if you do the hard work of getting along with each other, treating each other with dignity and honor.
                                                            ~ James 3:17-18
 
     Garlic adds a pungent accent to foods around the world.  It is used in warm and cold dishes, and there are several different varieties.  Folks mostly have two opinions about it, “There is too much!”, and “There can never be too much!”  
     No matter what your opinion, the best use of garlic is to enhance the flavors of the food it inhabits.  Just like us.  We should be enhancing the body of Christ, bringing out the fruit of the spirit.  Definitely not our role to overwhelm the body, rather to bring out its best, and have other cloves bring out our best. 
     The scripture is right to say that it is hard work to get along with each other.  It certainly is work to be kind, considerate, treating others with dignity and honor.  In the long run, however, it is the work that makes our light shine even brighter, and perhaps makes us look a little insane to the outer world.
    Enjoy the flavors of this salad we’re in!  The hand that mixes us, does it with wisdom.
 
Because of Him,
Linda

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Scraps of Wisdom

I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.

     ~ Umberto Eco
 
Isn’t it obvious that conspirators lose out,
    while the thoughtful win love and trust?
~ Proverbs 14:22
 
     After several years of living on the West Coast, New Hampshire, and a few different residences locally, I moved back into the house that I was raised in.  Yesterday, as I was walking our dog, we got to a bend in the road and all I could see and hear was my dad.  
     When my first marriage crashed, my dad pulled me from the wreckage and literally “walked” me.  We would walk every day when he got home from work.  There was no “point” to our conversation, we just walked and talked.  I will never forget that summer, because somewhere on the road, the healing began.
     “Why are we walking?” I can remember asking.
     “Because it is good for you.”
     My dad grew up in Massachusetts, just over the tracks, two miles from town.  He walked to everything.  He knew the value, the time to think, the chores that he had to get through, including drawing the family’s water from the local Indian well every day. When he began dating my mom, he walked those two miles every time he took her out or walked her home before his own walk home.
     What a fountain of wisdom he was!  He wasn’t trying to teach me a lesson out front, he was just trying to get my endorphins working (even though that was not “a thing” at the time.).  And so it remains.  I loved being on vacation this past week because I got to walk with my husband every day, uninterrupted by routine and obligations.  That was our routine, those were our obligations.  And we learned more about each other. Even when we didn’t say a word.
You’re a Good, Good Father – Chris Tomlin
 
     Today, consider taking a walk around the block, or at the park, or wherever it is safe for you to walk.  Take note.  Scraps of wisdom are there for the collecting.
 
Lord, thank you for all those walks with my father, the healing you began through him even then…that continues to this day.  And thank you for all those scraps.
     Because of Him,
     Linda

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O’er the Ramparts

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. 
                               ~ John Dryden
 

God thundereth marvellously with his voice; great things doeth he, which we cannot comprehend.

For he saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth; likewise to the small rain, and to the great rain of his strength.

                                ~ Job 37:5-6

Which we cannot comprehend.

How the ramparts of our lives

fly, seemingly unrelated, falling

where they may, littering pathways

blocking walkways, that we might 

pick our way through, taking 

care where our feet fall, that we 

might not.

Stunned, we walk forward, drinking

in the rain, crying out our own.

We are frantic in the search 

looking for pieces of our lives.

Hungering for so much more 

than food amidst the rubble.

And then the snow. O’er all

softening the blow, lingering 

beauty to sooth, dress, heal.

Our vision clears, we hear

our name called above

our murky thoughts. 

We are pulled to the sound,

No strength left but to move

into the arms of that One

who knows just where the pieces

fit, 

and we are held.

(LTD)

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Be Angry and Sin Not? How?

Let a fool hold his tongue and he will pass for a sage. 

                                                                                 ~Publilius Syrus

 
Do you want to be counted wise, to build a reputation for wisdom? Here’s what you do: Live well, live wisely, live humbly. It’s the way you live, not the way you talk, that counts.
 
                                                                                    ~ James 3:13
 
     My mom was wise in the “holding your tongue” department.  She was sure that words hurt, and that they should be chosen wisely.  My dad was a sage with words, placing them where they could do the most good and be constructive.  They left me a legacy of wisdom, Godly behavior, service to our fellow human.
     Anger was the mystery to me, and still is.  My dad didn’t yell, he crinkled his newspaper if we got on his nerves.  That is all he had to do.  If we saw his face, we should disappear.  If he got up, we might risk a spanking, but the spanking was never done in anger or punishment, it was discipline.  He taught us to play basketball or punch the punching bag in the basement when we were angry, use the energy for a positive reason.
     When Mom was angry, her hands would fly to her hips and she might yell, or point to our rooms, but no physical punishment other than an occasional spanking.  When they were upset with one another, Mom would go silent for three days, but we never heard anything.  I believe those discussions went on behind closed doors.  I am not good at expressing my anger, and I don’t want to hurt with my words when I am angry.  I have begun asking my friends about anger with family and anger with their partner.  Mostly it is the “behind closed doors” discussion that they favor.
     Now I will ask you; how do you “be angry and sin not” with friends, family, partners? 
   Whose example do you follow?
    Because of Him,
Linda
I Wanna Be Like You

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