The Beast in the Reeds

“Slay the beast!”

“O God help!”

She slumbers not deeply,

Her voice fragile,

With body weary.

Amidst dark vigilance haunting,

The beast hunts.

Shadows of teeth and claw,

With breath of doom…

And she Loose footed,

And self minded,

Becomes prey.

Relentless,

Ravenous hunger

Awaits her fall.

Weakening,

She listens…

Her name poison

Upon forked tongue.

More shadows falling;

Black air,

Her heart assaulted…

Arrows of lie,

Flashes of light,

Her weakened plea

Rises,

Incense strong,

Reaching Heaven`s fury.

Thunder!

Blood!

Victory!

The beast slithers,

Cowers,

Defeated…

Silence falls

As shadows fade.

Sunrise awakened,

Healing sweeps,

And she…

Is saved.

“Be Quiet: Walls Have Ears”

I love to collect old things.
Pieces of furniture, pictures, pottery, antique kitchen items, old window frames, chairs, tables etc. etc.

These old things speak of historical value to me; of a life once live; of a life that utilized these items well and most likely out of necessity.

And they stir wondering…
What if the old things had ears?
Or mouths?
What stories would be told?
What conversations would be repeated?

I play at this same game when I have the priviledge of wandering through a 100 year old house! I itch to press my ear against its’ old walls and listen….

Shhh!!
I think I heard something!
Ah nah…I guess its just my imagination!

Again!

But think of this possibility with me for a minute…

What if EVERY conversation you had in your home was recorded by the walls to be played back for the next owner?
Would you be ashamed?
Would others be offended, hurt or sorrowed as a result of your ill spoken words?

The title of today’s blog is actually one of Charles Spurgeon’s “Salt-cellars” (his own proverbs); The explanation he gives with the proverb is “nobody knows who may be listening. Say nothing which you would not wish put in the daily papers.”

hmmm…

I do play another game with myself (yes, always a good time goin on in my brain!), I pretend that the person(s) that I am about to slaughter with my words is actually standing around the corner and will hear my every word.

Oops!
Mouth stay shut please.

And then I remember God’s word:

“I tell you (Jesus is speaking), on the day of judgement people will give account for every careless word they speak, for by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned” (Matt.12:36-37).

God knows every word that proceeds out of my mouth!

Psalm 139:4 “Even BEFORE a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.”

Prov. 18:21 “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it WILL EAT ITS FRUIT.”

James 1:26 “If anyone thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue but deceives his heart, this person’s religion is WORTHLESS.”

James 3 (read the whole chapter, I will cite out verses 8-10),”but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. From the SAME mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers (and sisters) these things ought not to be so.”

Is your mouth being used to shred others? And are you using your mouth to ASSUME or JUDGE or GUESS the why or the what of another’s life? Of another’s heart? Has your mouth become an instrument of destruction?

The word of God has much to say about our mouths! Our words reveal our character, they reveal the TRUTH about who we REALLY are…
Just think about that the next time you’re tempted to speak ill of another or make false assumptions.

Your words may come back to bite you.

Maybe the walls have teeth…

Now there’s a thought!!

A Culture of Vanity

Why are we as women so vain?
Why are we never satisfied with our external appearances?
What would happen to the world market if suddenly we became “unsuckered” by the many ads and commercials around beauty products and fashion?
How would the minds of men change if suddenly we became women of character? If our pursuits as women became about WHO we are rather than HOW we look?
Does anyone ever do a pull back and see how stupid we all are? Kinda like sheep.
WE are the ones being seduced.

Every single woman is gonna grow old and accumulate wrinkles, bra bulges and maybe even muffin-tops; every single woman will walk through menopause (if death does not steal her first)….we cannot stop time and we cannot control the circumstances of our lives that play with our aging process, BUT we can choose to LIVE.

Can we age with strength and dignity of character or must we age like plastic Barbies? (Do those who have plastic surgery not know it’s obvious man made beauty?).

Our bodies have become our idols; in fact a woman’s body is the North American idol; We worship her, adore her and spend stupid amounts of money to satisfy her and keep her “perfect”.

In John 10:10 Jesus told us that the enemy of our souls came ONLY to steal, kill and destroy, but HE came so that we would have LIFE; Could this mean that our real beauty is being stolen and destroyed from under our very noses?

Don’t you wonder how we’ve become so obsessed with our flesh? Flesh that eventually decays and rots under mounds of dirt? Do we not see how our gender is being subtly trained to think that our lives exist merely as show pieces; kinda like furniture on display for someone to buy and use?

Jesus came so that we could and would be freed from these earthly entanglements; He came so that upon believing in Him we would live forever (see john 3:16). He came to make His home in our hearts, our souls. Think about the reality of what this means for us as women.

If Jesus lives in me, my soul will live forever; Why then do I waste so much of my earthly life living to preserve my flesh that I already know cannot live forever? I should be living every moment of my fleeting life from a soul-dance with Jesus; from a place of knowing where I will be spending eternity-with the One who lives within me, the One who WILL NEVER LEAVE ME, EVER, and who created every woman beautiful in the IMAGE of God, (see Gen.1:27).

Have you ever seen a dead body? A dead body has lost all resemblance to its earthly existance….because the soul is gone! Our real beauty comes from our souls, our soul is what gives light to our eyes and form to our faces and bodies of flesh, (see Luke 11:33-36).

Listen to this;”So we do not lose heart. Though our OUTER self is WASTING AWAY, our INNER SELF is being RENEWED DAY BY DAY”(2Cor.4:16). This is a renewing process that has been bought and paid for by the blood of Jesus Christ, no expensive skin renewal cream needed (see John 3:16).

When I was 12 years old I memorized Proverbs 31:30,”Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.”
I desired to be a woman whose beauty came from within, from a soul that was secure in the One who created me, the One who detailed my life as an individual and not some mass market product.

So how about you today woman?

Are you tired as well of this rat race of never conquered beauty search?

Choose life, choose to LIVE….time is running out; It will not be given back to you this side of eterntiy.

How then shall we live?
…..

Thanks for reading my scrambled musings today!

Alice’s World …

Well I`ll be, the old girl is back.

God did not give her a multi-processing brain. He chose instead to give to her an extremely focused brain, similar to a dog with a bone.

With other opportunities pressing her, writing was placed somewhere into oblivion!

So the question emerges, how does she begin again?

From scratch?

There are many words she could write for it seems as though an entire year of events have passed in such a short space of time.

Almost like Alice’s trip down the rabbit hole…

Lots of tea,
Lots of questions,
Lots of strange conversations that shrank her, yet also grew her,
Wanderings along a cold ocean shore and down busy city streets were her equivalent to Alice’s journey through the forest of characters,
However,
And sadly,
Johnny Depp was not the Mad Hatter; At least if he had been the craziness would have felt more like an adventure instead of searching.

Hmmm..

One thing is certain though, the trip down the rabbit hole was worth it because of discovery;

The title and vision for her novel now lays in her hands.

She supposes that will mean many more trips to the strange, brave world of Alice’s, but she doesn’t mind,

The tea was good.