Sometimes the heart gets tangled up with the mind and one, or both, lose their way. When this happens it takes unimaginable force to move one, or both, back on track.
My heart has been tangled up with your memory for months. Chasing it around. Seeing you in every room. Hearing you in every song. Missing you with every breath. I lost my way in despair and disillusionment. Sinking into the quicksand of what could have been.
God whacked me good with his mighty hammer until He beat a way back into my heart, where I had been pushing Him out of. I was angry because He took you from me. But you were never really mine, He had only loaned you to me for a time. 💔
The heart can be broken, crushed, almost pulverized. Miraculously it continues to beat, continues to struggle to survive, even when a person doesn’t want to survive. The heart fights for life. It is sort of like when an exhausted fighter is knocked down in the ring. The crowd doesn’t believe the fighter will be able to get back up. Then somehow the fighter struggles to stand and deliver the final winning blow to their opponent. The winning fighter gets a burst of energy from the adrenaline of the win then goes off to rest, heal and prepare to be knocked down again.
I had pushed grief down for months. Trying not to let it win. Then December ushered it in. Knocked me down. Flat out cold. Until God took back His hold on me. Whacked me with His mighty Spirit. Gave me rest inside His loving arms. Assuring me that, even though I will never be as happy as I could have been, joy will return. My eyes will lose their dullness and regain a sparkle if I allow His light to shine through me. Miraculously my broken heart can be made whole through the power of His nail in my soul.
When God has a point to prove He may whack you a few times, harder each time, until you get His point. Which is a lesson that reminds me of a Winston Churchill quote:
“If you have an important point to make, don’t try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time – a tremendous whack.”
Let the dogs bark They are irrelevant Most dogs are all bark No bite If you pause to throw stones Every time one barks You will never Reach your destination
So Let the dogs bark Do not slow your pace Look back only to Assess your current situation Navigate the circumstances Pause to throw stones Only when you must If you get bitten Take time to heal the wound Then focus on forward
And Let the dogs bark Ignore their howls and growls Among them You may eventually find A friend that’s true A love that’s real Stay your course Hold onto your beliefs Listen to your Creator Follow your instincts Accept yourself as you are And Let the dogs bark
Life blows sometimes. Life is unpredictable most of the times. If you stop fighting it, and let it just be, it will bring a whole new view that you could never see as long as you resist.
Trust your inner self. Trust that God loves you. Trust that the universe was created for your good. Stop trying to control the outcome. Stop thinking. Feel. Feel the love that wants to engulf you. Feel the rain kissing your skin. Feel the sun feeding you energy. Feel the wind hugging you tightly. Doing more will not satisfy you. Learn how to just be. Be with this moment. This moment is all we have. This moment is your life.
This is Jim Thorpe, a Native American from Oklahoma. He represented the US in the 1912 Olympics. Notice his socks and shoes. His shoes were stolen on the morning of his track and field competitions. He found these two shoes in a garbage can. He had to wear an extra sock on one foot because the shoe was too big.
Jim won two gold medals that day: the high jump and the 110 meter hurdles.
Excuses, we all have them. Some of us get lost in them. Some of us ignore them.
Life isn’t fair. So what? How will you deal with living today? Will you tell everyone about your excuses?
Or will you show yourself that no excuse can stop you from being the very best version of you?
Skill Looks Talents Fitness Wisdom Intelligence Understanding Common sense Each one of us Has varying levels Mine are not better than yours Yours are not better than mine Differences Can be beautiful and Compliment each other To create strong Relationships Communities Countries But Somewhere along the way We allowed ourselves To lose sight of this Pitting us against each other In overly competitive mindsets And carrying around a Corrosive spirit of offense If someone doesn’t agree With our way of thinking Of our way of believing Of our way of living Of our way This over competitiveness This spirit of offense Weakens community Corrupts good will Creates division And a divided Mind Home Country Community Will inevitably Fall