I love to write. I have been enjoying starting this blog. Writing is always an exercise for me. But you know what sometimes people get injured. Life has hit me like a mack truck. I am left speechless. I can’t find the words. When these moments happen to me I never give up on words or writing. Like an injured athlete I simply have to recover. Recovery for me always involves reading.
The Bible is of course The Source. The Word. There has never been a moment in my life when the Bible didn’t speak to me. I feel as if it is a living, breathing thing that flows through pages but is not of pages. The Bible cannot be constrained by the physical. If you are open to receiving the Bible will always speak back to you exactly what you need in the moment.
Remember the absolute exhilaration of being a child when the Snow Day is announced? It feels like the skies have opened up and offered you a gift. A break from the normal routines of life. It felt like someone just went on your local news station and handed you a personal gift. Twenty four hours, maybe more, to do whatever you wanted in the house. You could play any game, read any book,listen to your favorite songs, watch your favorite movies and cartoons, probably taste your favorite treats, if you were lucky you got extra time with people in your family and friends that you loved. Snow days as a child are amazing.
Then ADULTHOOD sets in. Adulthood which leads to cleaning up, facing the cold, getting to work for many people has little to nothing to do with acts of God. At some point the joy you felt as a child is replaced with responsibilities and duties. Joy has left the building. The moment of transition from child to adult somewhere around 18 is when society dictates it is time to put away childish things. Joy is for the young only.
Should we be surprised that so many of us go astray from Christ during this time of life? Christ brings Joy. Too often we don’t learn how to keep Him (Joy itself) with us. When I lost Joy in my life. I didn’t just lose happy feelings. I lost direction. I lost clarity. I spent years searching for joy again. I found some unreasonable facsimiles. Money, glamour, prestige, sex, booze. The rock and roll lifestyle. It was never enough. I never felt as much joy as I did on those snow days of my youth.
Why not go back and discover the activities that created joy when I wasn’t looking outside? Maybe it is time to search within and find Joy again. He never went away.
Theater. Theatre. Shakespeare. Andrew Lloyd Weber. Pavarotti. Beyonce. Basically if it’s a spectacle on a stage I am going to have a great time. Classical. Modern. I love the beauty found in the creation.
Beauty is one of many paths to embracing the Trinity. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. I can only speak to my experience, but surely this is my personal favorite path. God is THE CREATOR. He wrote the play upon which the stage of the world moves and acts.
Just today I received news which will push me towards the path of my deepest desires. It was such a surprise! I remember feeling overwhelmed. There had been all these pieces of my dreams in my hands but I was stuck. I just couldn’t see how to put it together. I put the pieces down. Just let it go and found myself engaging in a practice of gratitude.
Thanking God for everything he had handed me. Just stating my thanks for everything as it was as the Lord had created this exact moment. The pieces were enough. I was enough. God was as always more than enough.
God always keeps his promises. As I found myself in that space of gratitude, the puzzle turned around and I could see the next steps. A beautiful moment. Another moment of beauty drawing me closer to Him.