I def didn’t mean to disappear. But life has been life. I think I’m gonna just continue to let life be and get back to it at the beginning of April.
However. I had a concrete, postable (is that even a word?!) thought earlier so I’m heeeeeeere!
There are, at times, cataclysmic events, people, seasons, and/or situations that shake the foundation, core, plates of our lives just like an earthquake.
Like legit. An earthquake is the moving and shifting of the tectonic plates in the earth’s crust. Far from where our eyes see, there is pressure at fault lines (thanks for the refresher Google and wiki) that causes the plates to grind and shift.
Some earthquakes are felt and some are not. Some we see evidence of and some we do not. But no matter what, something happened and left the earth forever changed.
The biggest earthquakes have visible changes, disturbances in roads resulting in cracks and sinkholes. Houses and buildings destroyed from the foundation up. Not to mention destruction of their contents. Water main breaks. Gas lines destroyed. Havoc wreaked on power lines. Death. The list is endless.
The smaller ones exist but, much like the daily rotation of the earth, we don’t necessarily see or feel them at the moment. But, as sure as winter turns to spring, summer, and fall, leaves and flowers, daylight and darkness, nothing stays the same.
Not to mention the aftershocks or shockwaves. Those tend to be worse and far more dangerous than the earthquake itself. Things are already out of whack and perilous. And here comes more shaking to add to the destruction.
For us, cataclysmically, death, loss, life, addition, quakes us. Changes us. Would seemingly destroy us. Or make us better.
If we stay at the quake we miss out on the beauty of it. If we hold on to whatever it is, good or bad, we don’t make room for the goodness that can come of it.
Being stagnant is not always a standstill in grief. Sometimes we think we have arrived at the best we’ve ever had and as good as we think it’s gonna get. So. Out of an abundance of caution, we park there so we don’t risk it or lose it. Never mind the possibility of more or better.
There is something to rebuilding though. Processing the event. Learning from it. Growing from it. Mourning or celebrating. Grieving or rejoicing. Going through what the earthquake brought you and putting it into proper perspective. Learning the lesson and accepting the gift.
All life really is is a collection of moments sewn together to make a well-used, patchwork quilt. It is up to us to determine what we do with the pieces and how we embrace or even use what is sewn together.
I’m sitting doing my hair and listening to my lil Christian/Gospel music.
I have several unwritten drafts. Relationship wasn’t one of them. The unwritten ones require more time than I’ve carved out since I got the inspo. Ima get to them.
I feel like I stay fussing or correcting. But I don’t feel bad. Jeremiah is called the weeping prophet. But he was and his words are bomb.
There’s plenty of saccharine, sweet, positive, good, prosperity, little accountability words floating around. That ain’t me. Ima keep going in my lane.
God promises us things. Good things. But so many focus on His hand and not what is required to obtain His promises. Ima talk about standards and the holistic Christianity of the Bible.
Waaaaay off. Two different songs that play today talked about living. Not I’m Alive. Lol. Go check that post out.
I need someone to know that they need to live. Suicide isn’t the answer. Wallowing in depression isn’t the answer.
I wanted to die. I was depressed. It was overwhelming. I saw no way out at the time. But it got better. Jesus and I got tight.
Everything in my life isn’t perfect. Honestly, from the outside it is a MESS right now. But I know what God said. I know why. I trust Him. I have hope in Him.
I see how He’s come through for people in the Bible. I remember how He’s come through for me.
Focusing on Him and His Word gives me peace. It gives me joy. He makes life worth living. It’s not easy. At all. But soooooo worth it. The peace and emotional and mental stability is PRICELESS. Try it. I dare you. 🙂
Growing up as an Apostolic Christian smoking and drinking were a no go. Periodt. As I grew up, I read the Bible myself and had some conversations with some people I trust.
First of all, above all else, our bodies are the temple of the Holy Ghost (1 Corinthians 6:9 KJV). We should treat them well. I’m working on this. In all aspects. What we ingest, how much we rest, and how active we are.
The thing is, the Bible doesn’t prohibit drinking. I’ll get to the Mary in a minute. The first miracle Jesus performs is turning water into wine (John 2:1-11). The people told us growing up that it was different wine, isn’t the same as today’s wine, and that they didn’t really have anything to drink. Or something like that.
That right there is a bone I have with a lot of churches and church folk I’ve been around. Just telling us stuff with little to no Biblical reference. Just some man made rules/revelation that people just went with without questioning or researching and kept passing on. Tradition. Religion. I digress.
The Bible disapproves of drunks/being drunk. There are comparisons made regarding drinking to things/people that aren’t so great. However, there is no express prohibition against drinking.
I didn’t want to go into all of them and do a deep dive. These tend to be shortish and sweetish. Lol.
Mary, Mary, Mary. It grows naturally. God allowed it to exist. There are proven medicinal properties via the THC in marijuana. I firmly believe that if MJ was allowed, legally, at the federal level there would be little need for many of the medications people take. There would be less need for nonviolent, entrepreneurs (lol) to be locked up. But, that’s not how the rackets in capitalist America work. I hope our new administration changes this.
I could digress further into my opinions about legislating and criminalizing morality. Not today. Maybe another day. Cuz people are gonna do what they want. God allows it. I don’t agree with everything people do. Neither does God. But it is their choice and who are we? Okay. Well I guess I did go there some. I have way more to say about it.
The issue I take with the MJ, and the dranky dranky, is dependence and addiction to be altered and cover up issues. If you need the MJ or just the THC for medical reasons, go for it. If you are having a nice lil dinner or get together and have a lil drank, go for it.
But when it is a salvo, a think used to medicate around issues, that leaves little to no room for God to heal you. That leaves little to no room for God to take care of you. That leaves little to no room for you to see and expose the areas in your life that only God can handle.
So, do you boo. Just make sure you are not dependent on a resource or thing that exists instead of THE Source-God.
I was cleaning the other day and there was rice everywhere in the pantry. I pushed it off of what it was on onto the floor. Some of it had already spilled and I needed to clean the floor anyway.
When I was done cleaning and it was time to clean the floor I couldn’t see the rice but I knew it was there.
I swept the floor and, as I knew, I gathered rice.
The point of my being in the pantry is because there was disorganized chaos.
We have a whole lot of stuff we can’t see because our lives and minds aren’t organized. Here I go with this again.
We haven’t taken stock and inventory of what is going on with us. We have trauma and pain, hurt and confusion, disappointment and abandonment hidden among so many other things.
That was the initial route I was going with this. But, while writing, the age old adage that is ever true came to mind. Even when we can’t see Him, what we know to be true, is that God is always there.
We have all of this mess and stuff that we need clean. We name it and put it out there. Or stuff we need. We know we place our petitions before Him.
But He isn’t moving quickly enough. Or at all. Or we just don’t see Him in the process.
Then all of a sudden here comes something “big” (big cuz it may be small but the smallest things can be big in the moment), like a broom to a pile of dirt, comes along and shows us God was there all along. Just like we knew. Just like He said He would be.
I didn’t publish this the other day and stopped writing because I was tired and felt like this didn’t make much sense. It still may not. I think the organization may be off. I dunno. But, this is just a thoughts post. Perfection is never my aim. I think all of it is important. Hopefully it makes enough sense.
The point is two fold. Just because we can’t see our issues and mess does not mean that they are not there. We need to clean it up so God can use us. We don’t use partially clean stuff in our lives why would God want to use a partially clean life for His glory? Especially when NOTHING about Him is unclean. And when nothing, no thing is hidden. He already knows. Just tell Him and let Him help and guide us into cleaning it up. Things will always be a bit off until we do anyway.
Second, though we may not be able to see Him, or trace Him as some say, the Word gives us a promise. He will never leave or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5 KJV). He keeps His promises. It may seem like all is lost and He has abandoned or forgotten you.
Look at Job. He was there. He allowed Job to go through it because He knew Job and knew he could handle it. That’s the not allowing us to be tempted more than we can bear in 1 Corinthians 10:13.
I’m sure Job had more feelings than we see-despite seeing a lot of them. But God knew that he could handle the loss and the temptation to walk away from Him. He questioned God. He expressed his feelings. God could handle the messiness of it.
Then God reminded Job who He was. Job gathered himself and got it together. Then God blessed him with even more than before. God knew what He was doing, who He was gonna get His glory from.
Valleys don’t exist without mountains. Mountains don’t exist without valleys. But God is the Creator and God of them ALL.