Heart of the Creator...
- maureena46
- Apr 28, 2024
- 3 min read
This morning as I sip that hot cup of heaven I am reminded of the heart of our Creator...I am reminded of not only seeing the good in people but seeking to see past what is presented in the interim. To see beyond the grumpy, the off-putting nature of those who jealousy guard a heart that has been broken, again and again. To see past words spoken to truth...to discern and speak with wisdom and grace.
I have spoken often of being blessed throughout my life with a few special people who looked past the shy and wild ginger child to the hurt and rejection within. Dropped like jewels from the sky, these angels came alongside with love, but oh so much more, with acceptance and kindness...celebrated in place of dismissal and disregard.
I must speak on a brother from another mother...plunked down at a time of extreme fear, confusion and grief to love each one within the family, but most importantly to a child of 12 feeling invisible and at times not invisible enough. This boy only a year or two older loved, protected, encouraged and laughed with a heretofore unlovable slightly homely child.
During this time in Terrace I met a few such at the church my parents decided to attend.
Accepted, cherished, loved...I walked in wonder, in awe of those who saw past the outer exterior, past the attitude. I was given example after example of what love could really be...and so today I come with a heart of humility, of gratitude once more to thank God for placing these special ones in my life...I come today to ask for more, for an abundance of love to give out, for wisdom and perception and intuitiveness to SEE past the outer shell, the protective gloss and dross covering a hurting, sorrowful spirit.
Thank you BBB...for the reminder this morning that greeted me as I sat in readiness for the words to come. You know who you are and I hope you know how much room my heart holds for you.
I go to work today in fulness of grace, of mercy, of humility...buoyed by love...
I look for adventure, for the road less traveled....this is who I have always been...be you my friends...do what brings you peace and contentment....you are worthy of that, always.
I wish mightily to enhance, to encourage, to bring life wherever my steps lead...to never leave a room without extending kindness, words of encouragement and vitality.
To lead with love is not weakness...it is strength in the face of constant adversity.
To teach, to inform, to educate those who live in ignorance of the breadth and width of trauma and the incredible damage it brings to hearts that wished only to give, to live in love and grace.
I have taken a brief hiatus from doing so with those who have come into my circle leading not with understanding nor with trust, rather added trauma to trauma. This my friends is where those within the justice system err...where those in employment/mgmt seek to hide, to slip under the rug happenings that should be brought to light.
The battle, the daily grind is real...placed on shoulders of women (and men) already bearing up under the weight of complex ptsd at the hands of professed loved ones. We educate, we speak truth and stand for those who went before and come after...we seek to effect change within a corrupted system.
“Truly I tell you that if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Be lifted up and thrown into the sea,’ and has no doubt in his heart but believes that it will happen, it will be done for him."
Mark 11:23
We face a mountain of mammoth proportions, built rock by rock by those who seek not to alleviate this world of evil but to push them through a wheel broken and tottering on shaky foundation back out into society to live large and mistakenly in charge.
Let us each take up truth as our shield, our wills to facilitate change in a world gone slightly mad.
Let us stand...let us speak...in an age of information at our fingertips we have much that can be done, and many that can be reached with truth to dispel darkness, and mighty sword to cut down evil.
May God bless your days with joy to soothe the aching heart, with hope to give strength to tired feet...
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