Wounded Tiger

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Well, here’s another POWERFUL one from Ancient Skies!  Surely, we are all wounded in different places in our lives, and those wounds are ready to wound others.  Check out Nico’s take on our new identity in Christ, and how God handles the teeth of the enemy that seeks to destroy us internally as well as from without.  

Wounded Tiger

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I’m sick and tired of this wounded tiger ruining my life

in pain ready to strike back, fangs extended, snarling

at every perceived cut, stone throwing, maybe a spear

sent in the form of a look. The tiger crouches

ready to attack, enough of this nonsense.

Wounds carried as trophies –

retract your claws –

and get out of my life

take your pain with you,

because you don’t belong

here anymore.

I know who I am now.

         

Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

THANKS, Nico!  This is fabulous, even for a non-poet like me!  This gets through.

Bring on the livestock

neuschwanstein-castle-467116_1280Our pastor is very open about both his successes and, shall we say, learning experiences.  I really appreciate that, since my “learning experiences” sometimes tend to seemingly outweigh the successes, if you get my meaning.  One story that he tells is about the time he went to visit a friend and missionary in Haiti, Jay Threadgill.  Dr. Threadgill has been in Haiti for over twenty years, and Pastor Lawrence has gone down there several times to be “on site” with this incredible ministry. 

Among his many other accomplishments, Pastor L. also plays the trumpet.  In preparing for this particular visit, he felt that God was telling him to take his trumpet along.  Well, you know, it’s just another thing to lug around on the airplane, it’s hot and sweaty down there, who knows if he would even have the occasion to use it, blah, blah, blah.  Nope, that wasn’t God speaking…

Until he got down there.  And, yes, talk about missing a real opportunity—oops.  A little more than the “I coulda had a V-8” variety.

We are bent to compromise our giving to God, a.k.a. sacrifices, due to personal convenience.  We are experts at being “practical” and thereby missing out on situations that may never pass our way again. 

Moses may have recognized this concept when, standing before Pharaoh, he refused to budge from what God was telling him to do.  After the beginning of what was to be epic hardship for the nation of Egypt as they position themselves between Yahweh and His people, the king offers a compromise (more than once) by amending what Moses says they are to do. 

Moses says the Hebrew nation as a whole is to go into the wilderness to worship God together.  Despite a few warning shots across the bow, Pharaoh still thinks he’s in control, and bargains—y’all can go, but leave the cows.

Moses’ reply:

“All our livestock must go with us, too; not a hoof can be left behind. We must choose our sacrifices for the LORD our God from among these animals. And we won’t know how we are to worship the LORD until we get there.”

Once again, what a profound principle is embedded in a obscure little sentence! 

Everything I have I must be emotionally and practically positioned to sacrifice to God.  And here’s the kicker: I won’t know until I get to “that place” in my life what and how to sacrifice it

In other words, when I come to Christ, I bring it all.  Not just the “good” stuff, but ALL the stuff.  My future, my present, and yes, even my past.  The things that are pretty, and the (many) things that are not.  The unwanted and shamed and broken pieces, as well as the best of the best. 

Nothing stays back “in Egypt”.   

Otherwise, it will likely be used for the wrong side.

 

Ex 10:26 Tyndale House Publishers Inc (2008-06-01). The One Year Bible NLT (One Year Bible: Nlt Book 2) (Kindle Locations 3751-3753). Tyndale House Publishers. Kindle Edition.

In other words…

 

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Above all, you must live as citizens of heaven, conducting yourselves in a manner worthy of the Good News about Christ.

Philippians 1:27  Bible. New Living Translation copyright© 1996, 2004, 2007, 2013 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

Just a thought…

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Borrowing a category title from blogger Wally Fry, here is my thought for this our 240th celebration of “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”:

“Jesus told him, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the LIFE. No one can come to the Father except through me.’”

“So if the Son sets you free, you are truly FREE.” 

“…he described the HAPPINESS of those who are declared righteous without working for it…”

SOOoooo000oo grateful to be a born citizen of the USA!  But even more so to be a born-again citizen of Heaven!!

Enjoy the picnic and fireworks.carpediem

John 14:6; 8:36; Romans 4:6  Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.  (emphasis mine)

Not so bird-brained?

IWAA7The Seed Lady has returned!  At least, that’s what Bob calls me.  No, actually that’s what he says the birds call me.  Although I have been grossly neglectful of keeping the several feeders filled for quite a long time now, I have finally gotten my act together in the hopes that the grackles and starlings stay away. 

Yes, I am somewhat discriminatory about my birdseed…bird feeder

My husband, the bio-prof, says that the avian brain is basically a visual cortex, or as his brother, the business major, interpreted, “see bug, eat bug.”  Gleefully, I noticed that a mommy cardinal chose to grace my eating establishment with her morning presence! Sparrows came by also to test the menu. How cool, after all this time, I give them food, and somehow they find it. To paraphrase Kevin Costner, “if you feed them, they will come…”  

Even so, I’m impressed by the birds’ innate Continue reading “Not so bird-brained?”

Glam-nails vs. Garden-nails

garden lastI have friends and co-workers who are into the glamorous nails thing.  Even many of my middle school girls are now sporting the artisan versions that are glued on, and more than once I’ve been asked if I have any “super glue” to fix a wayward piece.  (School nurses get asked for all sorts of random things…) 

As nice as they look, I’ve never been good at fingernail etiquette—the paint chips, it looks terrible, and I’m too lazy to fix it!  So I’m resigned to be content with what I have.  By contrast, one sure way you can tell I’m happy is if I have dirt under my fingernails.  A little gross maybe, but true.  It means I’m outside in my garden making a mess, or as Bob calls it, “tearing up the pea-patch.”

I’ve done plenty of tearing up, but have yet to grow any peas.    

What I have grown, with limited success, ranges from begonias to zinnias, (I could say from A to Z, but the astilbe died…)  However, here in the land of Herefords and harvestores, it’s also a noteworthy Continue reading “Glam-nails vs. Garden-nails”