Friday, October 16, 2009

Some Days are Just Grey.

No matter what you do from the moment you get out of bed to the second right before you fall asleep, the day is just grey...especially if it is raining.  Today was one of those days for me.  I am hoping that somehow this day made a difference in someones life, my children or my mom or even my husbands day what little I saw of him. Or maybe prayers I prayed were heard and affected someone else outside of my home today, that would be wonderful.  But, I really have know way of knowing, and may never know. 

Grey days  often make me wonder about my life and it's importance...I wonder why so many of my memories are like dreams and why there are so many grey days in a year.  I think often about my friends and family and try to understand the reason why I am so invisible to so many people.  I contemplate many things on grey days as I can do little else. 

I guess I can say I look forward to these days, somehow or other they are good for us...just not too many of them please.

I wonder how tomorrow will be?

The Reality of the Internet

As I am sitting here tonight pondering everything in my mind since last night as well as a few random thoughts about the past a common thread is weaving it's way through it all connecting all those things together and joining with other threads to create the tapestry that is my life thus far.

A famous author once wrote not too long ago, *"The world is quiet here", this is how I feel in this place right now.  Surrounding me are the many obvious facts and rumors to a world gone completely mad.  The wars started for various reasons, never good, where countless numbers of people have perished or are enslaved for the 'greater good', the many lives who are lost each day to abortion, starvation and greed, the horrible tragedies brought on by selfishness and despair...and here we are yet again, at a crossroad where there is only one right direction and yet the masses tend toward the way of destruction...what will happen this time?  Same as before, haven't you heard? "History repeats itself". 

But, here the world is quiet...

Why, you ask?... To answer this question let us learn about the quiet places of the world.  There are many different types of libraries, or so I have learned recently, they can all be quiet places, but are not always in quiet places.  It is dependent really on your thankfulness, hope and focus.  For instance, if you were in the middle of the ocean on a raft and you had two books with you, "How to Survive a Hurricane on a Raft" and "Raft Making 101", you would have a library of sorts, one that would give you some hope no matter how small with a focus that would make your life, if not safe, at least more peaceful than if you had nothing at all to be thankful for.

My hope and focus in this case is God, my focus is following Jesus and loving God and others, my focus is learning all I can and my focus is obeying Him and I am thankful for all I have in this library.  It is a library of sorts contained in human vessels, in prayer and in a written word.  If I remain in Him...there will be a peace that passes all understanding, even in the most dire situations.  The Lord is my refuge in this storm that is brewing no matter how bad it will end up being I will have hope. 

The world is truly quiet here...come join me.

 Make my life a prayer to you
I wanna do what you want me to
No empty words and no white lies
No token prayers no compromise

I wanna shine the light you gave
Through your son you sent to save us
From ourselves and our despair
It comforts me to know you're really there

Well I wanna thank you now
For being patient with me
Oh it's so hard to see
When my eyes are on me
I guess I'll have to trust
And just believe what you say
Oh you're coming again
Coming to take me away

I wanna die and let you give
Your life to me so I might live
And share the hope you gave me
The love that set me free

I wanna tell the world out there
You're not some fable or fairy tale
That I've made up inside my head
You're God the son and you've risen from the dead


I wanna die and let you give
Your life to me so I might live
And share the hope you gave me
The love that set me free
                                      ~Keith Green

*Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events