Sunday, February 17, 2013
A Tsunami of Voices, but Ponder Anew!
Dear sweet family and friends - It's been a beautiful day, about 50 for a high and in the 30's for a low, crisp, sunny, and a bit breezy. I walked in the sunshine, and it was glorious.
It's been awhile since we communicated, and I just need to share some of my recent life's discoveries. I noticed today that my thumb joint has a bump on it. Reckon it might have arthritis? I looked at my wrist, and there was a massive bruise on it, and I have no idea when or where I got it. That means my skin is getting thinner.
I noticed an age spot on my arm and face (ok several age spots), and I have been making weird noises when I try to get up, bend over, or heaven forbid, come back up after bending over. The other day I sat down in a chair that was a little too soft, and I had to have help getting out of it. Now, that made me feel old. If I hadn't been laughing so hard, it might not have been so hard to get up.
I don't wear a cup size anymore. It's mostly just 38 Long. Ok, I know that might be too much information; but hey, I just needed to share because I was wondering if any of you were experiencing some of the same symptoms, or if it were just me? Let me know. I need a plan - one for growing more beautiful on the inside, because my outer shell is failing me. LOL!
Here's the big one. I hear voices in my head. I have always heard voices in my head, but in this age of information at warp speed, their magnitude and ferocity are unparalleled in my lifetime. It is a tsunami of voices telling me how to look, act, feel, live, what car to drive or not to drive, telling me who's hot, what's hot, who's not, why they're not, why I'm not (hey, wait a minute). Then, I ask myself why any of that matters anyway since none of those messages are from my Creator, my Heavenly Daddy.
Sometimes the voices get downright personal and start talking to me about things that matter deeply, things that are real areas of weakness in my life and telling me I can't be victorious so to just quit worrying about it; that I've been struggling all of my life with a thing, and the Lord hasn't helped me so why bother.
Then through the tsunami of voices - comes the one Voice with messages of hope, telling me I'm important and worthy of the sacrifice of God's Son for my salvation; that I am chosen, redeemed, set apart, loved with an everlasting love, perfect in Christ, that my weaknesses are made perfect in Christ's strength; that He knew me when my members were yet formed (Ps. 139); that He created a plan for me long ago before I was even born (Is 25:1); that I am precious to Him.
But - why is it that the negative and the bad are so much easier to believe? The key is staying in the Word. His Word. I do not believe my Heavenly Daddy speaks audibly to me. I believe He speaks through His written Word that comes alive in my heart as I read it, learn it, apply it, and continue to search out its riches, which I don't believe I will exhaust in my lifetime.
The more I know His Word, the more I know Him. I recognize His voice amidst the clutter of the voices of the world, including those who say they represent Him. "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow Me." John 10:27
Oh dear one, may there never be a day that we don't recognize His voice amidst the clutter of the voices of the world. Lord Jesus, let me listen for, hear and recognize your voice always. Thank you that you know me. Sweet Shepherd of my soul, I will follow you.
Quoting from the glorious old hymn, "Praise ye the Lord the Almighty ..."
"Ponder anew, what the Almighty can do, when with His love, He befriends me." I will sleep sweetly tonight while I ponder anew and approach the dawning of a new day with "joy unspeakable and full of glory." Love to all, Mec