Seriously

February 1, 2016 at 11:50 pm (Mile Stones, Remodeling the Mind, Thoughts to Ponder, WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , , , )

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I was recently asked why I take life so seriously.
Teehee, for the first time in my life, I actually giggled at the notion. Nor found criticism in the question. I do take life seriously. In fact, what often other people will make “light of” I’ll find rather dull to do so. To be fair, I do often have to work hard at being light hearted in some matters. Yet, taking life seriously, is the reflection I see in Messiah Yeshua’s (Jesus Christ) face. The Brits wouldn’t have called Him a jovial’ol chap. Americans would never have said He was the life of the party (not real life being referred to). In France, they would have never been able to grasp His love because it came not in the form of intimate relations, and often defied what family loyalty in the world’s terms can seem. The times we live in are serious. The Germans in world War II were serious. It made everyone else take on a certain seriousness. Often people trying to make light of thing at that time would get a very serious response from the majority at the time: “don’t you know there’s a war on?”

My whole life I’ve rather leaned into the direction of humor for escapism. Fully able to sense deep down the seriousness of life, it would pull me down, humor lifted me up. I’m so glad my parents were laughter oriented. My Dad in particular could always make us laugh, even when he was trying to be serious. We were free with laughter, passionate in feelings, and serious about taking life seriously.

My answer to the above inquiry is this:

I’m serious about children being free to be silly and carefree while they can. Balanced by creative teaching of life and it’s seriousness.

I’m serious about seeking out times of humor and laughter, it really is a healing medicine.

I’m serious about all humor not being funny at another’s expense.

I’m serious about the Life God calls me to. His mission for me, His instructions to me and following them resolutely.

I’m serious about joy. Being joyful to others and letting them be joyful to me.

I’m serious about not worrying about things that God says its His job to do.

I’m serious about the Truth without apology. That it most often comes in a serious nature, and should not be ignored.

I’m serious about love, it’s sacrificial nature, and it being a choice rather than a feeling much of the time.

I’m serious about paying attention to the world around me that God has made, and delighting in every inch of landscape, every single sunrise and sunset, every drop of rain, and flake of snow. Every cloud, every rainbow, every breeze and squall of wind. I’m serious about learning all the lessons the seasons teach us. Every tree, bush, blade of grass, weed (these are all flowers by the way – smile). Every form and body of water, every star and planet, the Sun, moon and heavenly shape of their work.

I’m serious about food, the true enjoyment of it and it’s purpose in the human body. The creativity that can be found in it and enjoyment of its riches and strength of its provision.

I’m serious about relationships. The ultra hard work of them, and the profound rewards and benefits of them. These are treasures we take with us forever. I’m convinced of their immense importance over all things in life, business, pleasure etc. People always matter first, their lives, their struggles, their joys and delights.

I’m serious about fun. Teehee, this can get me in trouble, but God knows my heart, and brings balance.

I’m serious about responsibilities in all things. To do all things as unto God, no short cuts, no excuses. In such a vein I’m serious about money, work, and duty. Honor in instructions and how things work properly.

I’m sure if I kept thinking about this I could fill two pages. I think life IS serious. And there IS a war going on. I take seriously an enemy that is a robber of joy, thief of love, strangler of truth, teachers of lies, harbringer of bad news, bad choices, bad things. Most especially these days the duller of hearts and minds to the joys of being serious about serious things. His passion to blot out the Name and character of the Creator, our Savior and Spirit which brings all balance in this life to serious stuff and joyful stuff. I’m serious about God’s work of pulling the teeth out of fear and the weariness out of doing good.

I am serious, much of the time. These days Life is not taken seriously enough. Apathy and laxness mark the generation I see coming up. Self entitlement seems to be winning the days, and expecting something for nothing. I’m serious about that. It’s a cancer. I’m serious about freedom, but not the freedom mankind often is deluded into thinking is a God given “right”. God has given one freedom to all mankind, that is to choose the right (His way) things or the wrong (not His way) things. God is a monarchy, a ruler, THE Ruler. All things are His subjects.

I’m serious about education in so far as that education starts first and foremost with knowledge of God, His ways and getting to know Him as His person. All other education, valuable as it may be in His will, is secondary. I believe in those times under heaven as essential elements to reality and peace and true enjoyment in life, death, life, sadness, joy, health, sickness, and so on. The acceptance of our failures as well as celebration of our strengths – all given by God, none being our own to keep. I believe the rewards of a “well done” by God will far outshine and reward the soul than all the treasures on earth – and this is worth waiting for, though He doesn’t make us wait till eternity. I believe God speaks to each of us daily, through His Word and with His counsel. I’m seriously serious about that. I do not believe in the rule keeping, self checking religion that Yeshua’s Life and teachings have become. I believe in a loving, kind, involved, and supremely intimate God, made known and knowable through the Life work and death of Yeshua His Son and His Resurrection; and the Spirits power to over come death and sin once this choice is made in the life of every individual. I believe that Love is the greatest debt human beings owe each other, none greater. That love comes in very serious forms, such as truth telling, and feedback and reflection in accountability. Yet also steeped in grace and mercy and lack of judgement. This is called encouragement.

Seriously, what is NOT to be taken seriously is the question.

We serve a very serious God about restoration and repentence. Praise Him for it! He takes no ease on this thing He made called Life. Neither should I. When what He takes seriously is taken seriously by us, all the enormous joys and delights of this Life come as natural a byproduct as green grass to rain and sun. Life is serious, seriously amazing, fun, and hard. One day. …one day the only thing I shall know is its joys, delights and pleasures. For now I’m serious about getting the taste of them as He gives them on occasion here, now. Serious about speaking with my mouth but more my life the reality of that in balance . I’m not sorry I’m serious. I’m grateful He had made me thusly.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to pen such words, though they strike me too much about me, with all the I’s. Yet honestly, questions like these give opportunity for me work out a ready answer, and a “mission statement” if you will. (1 Peter 3:15; Phil. 2:12) These things will be shown in my life as a whole but it is good to know that my children and grandchildren can read my mind and heart one day. I’ve always been accused by the “serious adults” of being too child-like. But then, again I get this alot too, being told I’m too serious. I think much of it is timing and perspective. When I’m accused of being child-like, it’s because I have no problem running around chasing my kids in the church parking lot for fun. When I’m told I’m too serious, most people are at the moment trying to escape the harshness of life in that moment. Given my past, it’s hard not to join in at these moments. Balance is the key and I admit without a conscious effort on my part to invite the Spirit to achieve it for me, I’d be stuck in one of the other extremes most the time. There’s a time to laugh when circumstances warrant a good cry. There’s a time to restrain laughter when the circumstances seem to open the doors for nothing but. Serious perspectives are hard to live in 24/7. Yet there’s so much serious stuff these days.

Right now I’m sitting out in the snow, blogging. Literally it’s falling on my phone as I type. But the flakes don’t deter me. They make the experience that much more memorable. It’s seriously a good thing to do things most people call crazy or stupid even. If God says do it, seriously. ..do it!

What is your “take” on life, what’s your perspective? Do people know? Do they hear you speak words that don’t line up with your actions and daily living? Can you be serious in a conversation but still make one laugh? That’s a gift. Can you laugh at serious stuff? And when was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? That’s the medicine!

God is serious, but He takes very serious delight too. Look at the creatures most ignore on a daily basis: birds, squirrels, rabbits and the like. They work everyday, but almost seems to me they play as they do. Especially squirrels, they have the monopoly on play, yet from sun up to sun down take very seriously what’s needed. I feed these furry “rats” as some call them and every day I’m reminded there is a balance to each day that can be found in joy and hard diligent work.

God is the only One who helps us stay grounded between humor and seriousness. Does your relationship with Him provide giggle times with Him? If not, oh boy are you missing out! Giggling with God is the best treasure I have. He’s with me always, sometimes we giggle together about my seriousness, sometimes about the things around us at the moment. The whole world tilts a bit and shakes pixie dust all around when God giggles with His children. It’s better and beyond anything Disney could attempt to make it look like. I’m serious about delighting in and with Adonai! As often as I can, I pursue this. He delights that I do, I believe. God is such a serious subject to most. Rightfully so in its own right, but on the other hand, He is the epitome of joy too. I truly believe those who lose sight of that, haven’t spent enough time out in the wild with Him. It’s there, He can show His delight the most. A close second is hanging with children 7 and under. used to be 10, but ahhh, they grow so serious so fast these days, but honestly it is not altogether unwarranted.

A delightful heart is full of very serious realities, but it’s anchored in the Joy of the Lord, His presence. It’s my sincere prayer that Adonai will profoundly illustrate this to me and carve it into my soul. Serious joy, serious integrity, serious obedience to Him, serious delight in Him. Serious, firm, rooted, steadfast, and immovable – these things!

Glory to God in the highest, glory to Him who takes very serious all His works in this world and in His people. May He get the glory for it all. ..seriously!

Titus 2:7

and in everything set them an example yourself by doing what is good. When you are teaching, have integrity and be serious;

♡ Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ♡

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Food Facts #1

August 26, 2015 at 11:47 pm (Food for Thought) (, , , , , , , , )

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Did you know…

That avocatoes boost your metabolism for 24-48 hours? Eating one a day is the equivalent of walking briskly for 3 miles! Yep, if you’re looking for a food that can do for you without you doing any heavy lifting, this is your chance! They contain the highest amounts of healthy fats in a vegetable. (Yes, your body was designed by God to need fats). They have what is called omega fats. Omega fats are not stored in the body, but used in each of your systems to produce the “fruit” of good energy and mental clarity. God created your body to store the other kinds of fat found in meat, dairy, and sugar foods for a rainy day or lean times. Skip back to the past, before grocery stores. (Believe it or not more time has ticked off the wheel without grocery stores than with) There were what they call lean times, during winter and non-growing seasons, that created the need for this mechanism in our bodies. God has always known what He was doing 😉 Sadly, we no longer have these times, hence the reason all that fat gets “stored-up” but never turned into the ‘extra meal’ lean times required of us. These extra fats now go to that storage area, but get too full and your body sends them into systems that were never designed by God to handle. Cancer feeds off of and lives in these stored fats – but sugar is its favorite food!

Avocados actually help your body get rid of these stored fats, like a friend who comes and helps you find your way home. They escort the useless fat to the waste systems by boosting your metabolism to burn off all that extra. Like calls to like, and avocado fats know the bad fats’ language, but gently advocates for your health, convincing those fats they really don’t want to live where they cause death in the body.

They are creamy and full of vitamins and minerals too! , (Thanks to that seed inside) It’s good for everything! There is not one thing that these little cups of health don’t do to help you up the health-o-meter! (Unless, of course, you are allergic to them. In such a case, I offer my profound condolences!) Avocados are one of the most amazing creations of God’s table. They make great snacks, and can be added to almost anything as a nice addition to any meal. Why not start putting these tasty little buggers to work in your body now?

A recipe is forth coming for a double bang for your ‘body-bucks’ with avocados.
Stay tuned…

♡ Grace and Shalom in Yeshua the Messiah ♡

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New Story ~ Part 13

January 29, 2014 at 1:42 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , , , , , , )

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If an authors writing doesn’t come with an invitation to be “chewed on” – “dug at” and delved more deeply into; then it hasn’t come from the right Source. “ – LRV

New Story continued…

As with all dreams they come with an awaking; seemingly startled from other dreams. One releases and another picks up almost half way through its telling.

Sakira became aware of her feet.
Walking – yes – she was walking.
Behind or before was kept from her. Only ahead could be captured and held. She knew this place from the vantage of foggy Grey. Now the world around her took a deep breath and blew the brume away. In it’s wake… color and life began to bleed and drip and invade.

And there stood a tree.
Empty but for a few reluctant leaves on its skeletal frame.
Reaching ever up up up to the Up Everlasting.
As if it could pull it straight through the airy blue.
The tops looking so flimsy; yet unafraid of their purpose.
Wrapped around it seemed a smooth skin.
Until it fell ever closer to its heart.
Then like it’s tears had fallen and hardened;
Like the liquid flesh of the blue orb; it fell closer to its deepest vulnerability.
Rivulets of hardened tears – thicker with the years – till at last on the surface – meeting where all its growth sprang from – they seemed to disappear.
Tawny browns and tans; until the more the gaze drew up to its reaching hands; the deeper the hues began to glow. Copper and burning ember but only against the vast blue of up!
Hinting at colors only the Circle of Fire can know with intimacy.
Oh, what a tree! Had it always seemed so unknown to me?
Indeed every shrub and bush in this form of death gave life a push!
Some unknown calling out from Winters press.
More beautiful naked than fully clothed somehow.
Crimsons, reds, oranges and browns fell deep into the pools of her eyes and became!
The hard surface of the earth seemed to suddenly hold itself down in a dying protection to the heart of all the life that springs from it.
Oh! The song of continual awaking that flowed beneath the surface of all things!
Only the Father-All could begin to know such notes and tones!  He must mean it!
The grass with its greenful attempts at a take-over to be released from its blond death.
Yet patient – so patient to allow the blond sleepiness to let go.
Letting go of its snowy rest – slowly the greensward of breath crept up in an inhostile take over. It seemed to beg for something to crush it – wind, rain, and feet!
All sorts of created feet! As if to say,

You can not bend me too far – or cause a crushing blow! Never too much can one thing weigh me down nor waters overflow! For if I wash away or die where I lay; I will find another place to stay. There’s nothing wasted in the heart of the Father-All and what He means – He means to stay.

All these thoughts began to make themselves an introduction to Sakira’s mind. But more than into the mechanisms of her intellect they bled into her heart. Apart from any conscious intent on her part, she began to be introduced to the Father-All. All that the Darkcloud had seemed to do in attempt to smoother found itself a hopeless failure. For something that was wants to live without Purpose will only hold on until Life finds its way in through death!
Suddenly that dreaded idea of “ending” too began to take on color and death has a hue all is own and beauty itself is but it’s sister.
It was not the morbid flippancy that Sakira had seen in others towards death – with its strange fascinations towards darkness. Instead Light overtook its scarey features and swallowed it up in one colorific swoop.
As all this awareness began to engrave itself on her heart…a butterfly, florescent blue took flight from her feet, from whence her first awareness at the beginning of this dream began. It hovered at her face for a brief moment of greeting before it alighted on an unseen breeze and rose up to its disappearance. Taking with it her last unconscious breath… and she awoke.

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A good story will have such an open-ended sense to it; that the readers own imagination can “pick up” where it “leaves off” and keep reading without the help of the first writers assistance. ” – LRV

Part 14 coming soon 🙂

For those just joining this adventure; click the link below, scroll to the bottom of the pages until you get to part 1 and enjoy!
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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah

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New Story ~ Part 12

June 10, 2013 at 11:19 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , )

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New Story Continued…

Sakira sat with her kinder-folks, Evander and Sakirina. Their faces reflecting excitement while their minds rolled with questions.

“So…Shimkee is thinkin’ this King lad has come then?” Evander looked up at Sakira. The question seemed to be out of sync with inquisitiveness – holding more a need for solidarity than confirmation.

“The Tinder-tale, should it be true, says so, Popseeies.” Sakira replied.

“I must speak with Shimkee myself then. I seem to recall the tale differently than your retelling from Shimkee’s memory.” Evander stood and reached for Sakirina’s hand. She rose and stood with him. They each took one of Sakira’s hands in their own and the three stood encircled.

“Father-all hide you in the arms of His light. Be a’calmed as you ride the night. The moon and stars be over your head; to keep the shadows withheld from dread. Hold His skeins tinder-child of ours and close your eyes for many hours.” Evander spoke the ancient nighttime blessing over Sakira, kissing her forehead. Sakirina folded her into her arms.

“I have not a’heard you speak the blessing in a long time, Popseeies.” Tears gathered in Sakira’s eyes, half-full.

“Forgive me Sakira, a shadow made me believe you had outgrown it. I see now, none of us have. Off with you now, tomorrow comes. We wait a’calmed, yes?” Evander wiped an escaping tear from her cheek.
“Huh! Why – your eyes don’t agree with each other on which color is more beautiful – I agree, both make their own beauty held in each of yours Shak’y.” He smiled

“Thank you, Popseeies, a’calmed night, know my love Mamanah.” Sakira left to her nest-bed in the corner of the cottage.

Evander and Sakirina went into their room and closed the door.

The Evander-house was small, having only one separate room apart from the living quarters containing the cooking area, a few chairs which surrounded the fire-pit, and a small cold storage nook dug and built off the entry. Sakira’s nest-bed was closest to the small round window in the corner farthest away from the cooking corner. The metal-bellied stove was central to the cottage. Its backside enclosed and disappeared into the stone wall that a’joined her kinder-folk’s room and the living quarters. There was another opening on their side by which the fire could be fed. It was a cozy and warm home – full of rich history and loving care.

Sakira laid down. The warmth of the fire seemed to feed the colors and textures of the cottage around her. Burnt copper coated the walls, popping in color. The woods of various tones of browns hugged the home with strength and structure. The smells of breads and spices pulled music into the love of the hands that tended the home. Sakira had felt she imagined these things before – having hints of clarity brush through her mind at times. Yet the Darkcloud had whisped like a thief the notion before. Now…it clapped in truism – better than she had imagined. She closed her eyes holding the happiness she felt like a blanket. Not many minutes later…she began to dream.

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Part 13; God willing next week 🙂

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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New Story ~ Part 11

May 15, 2013 at 11:26 pm (Inklings from Hisimagenme) (, , , , , )

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New Story continued…

Master Shimkee sat in an alcove just outside the rear entry to his abode. Having recalled the Tinder-tale as much as his aged mind could repeat to Evardyne and Sakira. He had sent them on their way for what rest they may find in the awaking world around them. He lingered. It was not the cascading and ever-flowing newness of hues and musical language that kept him here. Though he could have sat feasting both eye and ear for the remainder of the night watches. He, with no understanding to his person felt as though he were waiting…waiting for…something? Mayhap someone? So he sat letting the calypso of eye and ear “food” fall into and over him…waiting.

The moon shimmered and threw down her light with the songs of the stars to accompany her. Not one cloud to be seen in the vast Up-Everlasting. He tried to recall if he had ever seen such an absence of clouds through the halls of his memory. No – this too, was a first. Such an unveiled view of all that was beyond reach struck him anew with awe. He could not even remember if it had occurred to him to wonder at such a sight; so familiar had the obscuring canopy of clouds become to his understanding of all that encompassed everything UP!

A silence descended, each color laying down in stillness all around him. The very air waited, as Shimkee, in a prophesied hush. Shimkee’s countenance entered the invitation and antisipation pulled his watchful gaze to the fringes of the garden entry. He rose, and his feet obeyed an unheard summons, walking towards the garden. Rounding the corner towards the root-garden’s row a butterfly flew up and its wings brushed the air like kisses on his face. He gasped in wonder, and delight fed the winged beauty illiminating its colorful chaos of pattern left by its flight. He followed almost enspelled. The butterfly landed on what seemed a mound of dirt, folding its wings back on itself – appearing to vanish. He could not recall this mound before. Curiosity drove him towards it. As he reached out, thousands of butterflies flew up, up to the moon and her glory.

Shimkee laughed and with his whole being longed to join them. Was it moments or hours he stood watching the winged procession; he knew not, but movement drew his awareness back down to the “mound”. But it was not dirt that formed it…it was a boy-lad!! Sitting there watching Shimkee like a statue. The “statue” moved to his feet…the face smiled…a hand reached out towards him…the voice – child-like – yet hundreds of years bathed…spoke.

“Hello Master Shimkee. Such delight colors your face! Those creatures have a way of painting everything around them with it. Yes?” The boy-lad King said.

Master Shimkee stood, staring mouth open, full of multiple thoughts at once; unable to take their leave.

The boy-lad laughed and night became day all around them.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen a boy-lad such as myself, Master Shimkee? Are there only girl-lads about this place?” The boy-lad asked in a chuckle.

Shimkee smiled without permission from his brain.

“Father-All be held!! Its…its you…is it not?” Shimkee breathed rather than spoke the words.

Of course its me, who else could be me…but me?” The boy-lad said.

Shimkee shook his head indicating both his shock and lack of satisfaction to the tinder-lads answer. He checked his senses and evaluated the vision before him.

…a crown…a robe of light…and a very very ordinary looking boy-lad. But no ordinary boy-lad was this! No – this was the boy-lad King!! Here, in Shimkee’s garden, speaking his name in such familiarity it shook Shimkee to his bones.

“Ahh…you did not expect me.” Said the King-lad. “Why?”

The question dropped like a single drop of water in a vast sea. The ripples resulted in a stream of clarity in Shimkee’s heart.
I suppose I thought it a tale for good dreams too. The honest drip calmed in his mind.

“I’m a’feared there is no new color of reason to be found to answer. My minds a’fumbled!” Shimkee blurted.

They stood staring at the words Shimkee uttered; and then, both boy-lad and elder began to laugh with un-withheld joy.

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God willing Part 12, next week 🙂

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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