Monday Message’s…

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Sitting in front of my computer this morning, slowly sipping my cup of coffee, I pondered what to share for my Monday Messages.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that I’ve not many exciting plans for the week to regale you with… in fact, my average day is not much to blink at!

Then I began laughing at myself, considering that I’ve been using my Monday post’s, to basically map out my week, since my blogging began! There sure were a lot of My’s in there! Gross!

Why on earth would I think everyone might be waiting on pins and needles to see what my plans were, for the week? When I thought about what the average person’s day or week looked like, compared to mine, I laughed at myself even more!

Sometimes, I think it’s ok to laugh at yourself if it brings about something good. In this case, it helped me to start thinking more about others… and less of me! Someone once lovingly chided me, “it’s not always about you, girl!”

Looking at Mondays from someone else’s point of view, if I knew my week would be filled with hours of stressful commuting, eternally boring boardroom meetings, running the judgy office gossip gauntlet, AND balancing my home life… I couldn’t do it!

Honestly, I nearly threw up my cup of coffee just from thinking about it!

Remember the commercial with the Mailman and the family wanting to return the Chucky Doll they’d purchased? Remember his reaction when he looked past the family, into the house, noticing the doll suddenly appear behind them?

Yeah… that’s sort of how I felt, at the thought of working in an office.

So, where is she going with all this, you ask? Well, after I recovered from the thought of a life once lived, I decided that it’s high time this Monday message thingy should be about you. What I mean is that it should be For you; it should benefit you, in some way!

Wondering how my words could benefit you, I thought, “What words might encourage someone who’s about to endure something long, exhausting, and without much reward?”

Ouch! It’s so much easier to think about myself, in this regard.

Ok, here goes…

For all of you beautiful and valuable souls that I love and hold dear to my heart,

Treat anger with forgiveness, turn away from that which does not bear good fruit, and look for ways to bring a smile to another.

Oh… and, take good care of your bodies, because you only get one!

Here, this should get you started…

I promise there’s nothing too weird in them… Really!

It Exploded!!!

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What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?
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Yup! If you guessed that I would risk using a Teleporter Machine, you’d be correct! I would love to be able to push a button and simply materialize wherever I wanted… if it weren’t for the fear of appearing at the other end, only to have been turned inside out or something!

I know, right?! What a gross image to be left with, as you head off to work this morning!

Here, have a cookie…

It’ll help take your mind off it!

My Ship Still Sails…

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What are you most proud of in your life?
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In the words of Captain Jack Sparrow,

“It’s not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, that’s what a ship needs but what a ship is… what the Black Pearl really is… is freedom.”

Now, I bet you’re trying to figure out what on earth I’m talking about, as far as answering the prompt. Lucky for you, I plan on breakin it down for ya! As Castle says, “It’s what I do!”

If we assume that my ship is a metaphor for my heart, or spirit if you want to call it, then the quote might look something like this:

It’s not just flesh, blood and oxygen that sustains this vessel, that’s what the human body needs but what a heart is… what Wiwohka’s heart is really filled with… is freedom!

Now it should make more sense to everyone reading this blog response. I’m proud to say that I’m still alive and breathing, singing His praises, sailing in freedom through life’s many storms, and dangers!

Here, have a cookie…

He Wouldn’t…

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In a world where black is white, up is down, and right is wrong, we may sometimes feel as if God isn’t paying attention… or is sitting idly by, while we suffer through things that He could easily rescue us from. Our human hurt, confusion, anger and/or grief overwhelm us, blotting out the SON!

For me, it is very easy to become discouraged about my circumstances, when I naively begin assuming that He isn’t paying attention. If I let myself, I can have a myriad of differing types of pity parties… all in an instant, if I hold to my own understanding and forget to look up!

Look up for what, you may be wondering? When I look up to see what God has done, is doing, and will faithfully continue to do for my good, and my future within His purpose!

It is so frustrating to observe how we humans have such a propensity to take our eyes off of God when things are going good, but when we experience anything beyond our understanding, rather than being angry at Satan and his minions for the wickedness they’ve caused upon this earth, in our hurt and confusion, we blame God!

Oh, we don’t blame Him for causing a thing… no no, we just like to blame Him for apparently doing nothing to help us!

For so many, it is far easier to make a list of what God wouldn’t, couldn’t or won’t do for us, his children… than to believe and trust in who we know He IS!

Psalm 23

A psalm of David.

1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2     He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3     he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
    for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
    through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
    all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
    forever.

When I am struggling with a thing, regardless of what or how difficult it might be, I tell you this… I go to His word!

Writing down a list for you, reflecting my grief credentials and qualifications, might be great for playing the “I’ll show you my scars, if you show me yours” game, but not for expressing genuine empathy to others, who are hurting desperately, over a thing.

Another blogger wrote an article the other day about understanding why God seemingly steps back and allows bad things to happen to good people, refusing to intercede. That is an age old question… mainly because humanity has a habit of circling the wagon, as far as repeating a thing over and over, expecting a different outcome.

Things went sideways from the moment Satan tempted Eve, and in turn, Adam. We could go all the way back to asking why God allowed Cain to murder his brother, Abel? Or what about the flood, why didn’t God let anyone else on the boat… well, that was ultimately their sinful choice, if you want my two cents.

Or, how might things have gone with Abraham and his son, Isaac? How must the man have struggled with the why’s, as he walked his only son up that mountain to offer him as a sacrifice to God, on blind faith? Did God actually ever make him kill the child… of course not! It was all about the man’s faith!

Let us not forget Joseph in the well, Moses and the Israelites, or King David, all those years before he was actually sitting upon the throne. Oh, the questioning and doubts they must have wrestled with, deep into the shadows of the night! We don’t have all day, so I’ll leave you with one last example before you go:

39 Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.” Matthew 26:39

Just in case you were wondering, the Son of The Most High God felt our human emotions… though HE overcame all of it, for our sakes!

When I am in the depths of things beyond me, I hold to that!

We sinned

But He wouldn’t turn away…

We turned away

But He wouldn’t abandon us…

We denied Him

But He wouldn’t refuse us His only Son!

I ran, I fought, I raged, I sinned, I screamed for Him to just smite me… blot me out of His vision forever…

He Wouldn’t!

Peril’s in Zombie Land…

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Fear not, my friends! Though I venture forth into the land of brainless creatures carrying communicable diseases… I shall not be alone!

For with me, too shall go, my ever faithful and ferocious hero (Meat Shield), Commander Creed!

Mama needs a new pair of Impact Absorbing boots from the local department store!

Don’t worry… I brought my antibiotics and coffee, just in case I get bit.

Peace out!

Bullet Proof Walls…

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What have you been working on?
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Well, at least that’s what I’ve been doing since yesterday!

Does the world out there make you feel small and insignificant?

When you can leave your mark, by building a tough reputation in your local Zombie filled neighborhood… in the words of Anok-su-namun, from The Mummy Returns, “there is much satisfaction to be had”!

Signing off…

Pssssssttt! don’t forget your cookies…

Barnyard Business…

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The mood around the barnyard has been rather sad, as of late, due to the sudden departure of Squagon. Earlier this week, as I sat studying in my office, a thought occurred to me, regarding our guests within the rafters.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that the arrival of our Twilight Dreamers, as I like to call them, occurred suspiciously around the time of Squagon’s kin disappearing from Acorn Valley!

Right about the time that I sent Brutus to start searching for them, young Squagon began having bad dreams, often waking in tears. The tiny squirrel’s nightmares were the reason I’d gone and sought answers from the Holy Rollin Ravens, if you recall the musical and cryptic song they offered up.

There were a number of nights that I simply slept in the barn, as the squirrel’s night fears began to spread like a sickness through the barn, causing quite a disturbance among the rest of the babe’s. No one was getting much sleep, including myself, what with all the crying and asking for a juice cup!

It seems to me, like, right about that time, we discovered our little guests appearing up in the barn’s rafters. Oddly, as soon as they showed up in our midst… the nightmare’s of each babe, began to subside and fade away. All that is, except for young Squagon, who still continued to suffer within his little dreams, though not as badly as before.

Anyway, I’m still digging into my memories of that time, to seek a number of answers that are yet missing, regarding the connection between Squagon and our little dreamers. Nothing worth knowing is ever that easy, so I’m still studying.

When I say studying, what I really mean is observing. I know little about these small flying creatures, but one of the first discoveries was their sleep schedule…

Why do you think I’ve begun calling them TWILIGHT dreamers? Yup! They are nocturnal, or awake during our sleep time, if that helps. What this means for me… a great deal more coffee than usual, that’s for sure!

I’ve set myself a schedule of observing their activities for several hours each night, while the babe’s are all dreaming… and yes, that’s where I chose the Dreamer portion of describing our guests. Early on in their stay with us, I noticed that these little things are the most active during the time when the babe’s are sleeping.

The strange little creatures spend much of their wakeful hours, busily flying silently overhead of my little ones sleeping hidey holes. What are they doing, you might be wondering? Well, I was wondering the same thing, so I camped myself in the corner of the barn for an entire night, just watching and listening.

Guess what these little things do all night? While they flit to and fro across the barn, occasionally hovering over one babe or another, these little dreamers are singing softly, sometimes even praying tiny little prayers of comfort and rest. In case you were wondering, they are rather quiet, even when they are singing.

I had to put ear phones in and listen through a high powered recording device, just to hear them.

I’ve still so many unanswered questions, as I’m sure you do too, but only time and continued studying will truly uncover all there is to learn. What I can tell you is that I’ve begun getting to know one of these little night flyers. She caught my eye, right from the beginning! I compare her to popcorn, because everyone knows how popcorn in the microwave can make the whole room smell yummy! That is Beatrice!

I’m still getting more familiar with my new friend, so you’ll have to wait until next week to learn more of her, along with her kin. I think that I may have struck gold with Beatrice, as I think she may be the eldest, and possibly the most knowledgeable of the bunch!

While I will be sharing everything I discover, if you have any suggestions or first impressions about all this, I welcome the help!

Ta Ta, for now…

Hmmmmm, Tough Question…

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What’s something most people don’t know about you?
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I’m being fully honest when I say that I’ve probably told far more about myself on this blog, than most were prepared to read… one of my common self-titles is “the oversharer!”

When I saw this morning’s prompt question, I knew that I’d answered it last year, but I thought it would be fun to tell everyone something new. That is, until I tried thinking of a thing to share.

I’ve hit a wall here, my friends, as I can’t think of anything that I’m willing to offer up. Why, you might ask? Because my transparency stops at the place that holds the things of my deepest hurts and scars. I stopped voicing the things that did not produce goodness, love and God’s healing light.

If you would like to know anything about me that is worthy of sharing with others, I’ve re-opened my archive’s page on this site. Within those dusty old writings is who I Really am, though God is forever molding and reshaping me into that which He sees as beautiful. The place to catch glimpses of that part of me, would be the WordPress Daily Prompt response’s that you currently receive a lot of cookies from… Miss Moody Maelstrom, some might call me!

Oh, while we’re on the subject of cookies, enjoy…

Don’t Confuse Me…

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Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?
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This is rather confusing to my brain, first being told that it IS a lazy day… and then asking if one feels restful OR unproductive?

I wanna ask Google…

According to Oxford, the definition of lazy is “unwilling to work or use energy.” The example given was, “he was too lazy to cook”, so there’s that!

I suspect that if we go with the ACTUAL definition here, won’t we feel both rested AND unproductive? And, shouldn’t that be what we are aiming for?

Just askin…

Anyway, if you read my regular post this morning, you would already know that my brain is visiting a Nothing Box, today. I borrowed my husband’s box, since he doesn’t use it while he’s busy studying.

And yes, you could call today a LAZY day, so I have every intention of feeling both rested… AND unproductive!

Here, grab a cookie before you go. You didn’t think I would forget that? Not even on a lazy day…

Thursday Thoughts…

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I recognize that Thursdays are normally when I write about my thoughts, but just this moment… there aren’t any thoughts. It’s as if I’ve somehow discovered that elusive Nothing Box that men swear by!

It’s rather nice in there… all spacious and peaceful. Metaphorically speaking, my brain’s barn doors are just lazily swinging back and forth, from a soft heavenly breeze.

I’ve been simultaneously reading through the Psalms and the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, for several weeks now. While I’ve read them many times over the years, this has been the first time reading both Old Testament and New, side by side.

I have to say that if you read the Psalms next to the four Gospels… it’s an amazing experience! Reading through passionate poems by David and other Psalmists, and then moving to read through Jesus’ life, I’m seeing the life and holy purpose of Jesus, from those looking toward His coming… to those that watched as He came to earth, fulfilling each and every prophesy foretold.

I don’t know, my bible always has this familiar feel to it, upon first opening it for a re-read… but then I find myself getting lost in it, as if it were a brand new book that I’d never before read. It really is true, you know, the scriptures are God’s living and breathing word! Whenever I pick it up, he’s right there with me… I can feel his presence, as of one sitting close by.

I suppose that today it just feels good dwelling in His presence… and I’m in no hurry to leave.

But, I will walk over to the microwave and reheat my coffee. OOh, and grab a breakfast muffin… mmmmmm!

Feel free to take a muffin, there’s plenty!