Sunday, May 31, 2009

my heart Your Heart

In life we walk various paths and sometimes we find ourselves walking ALL at same moment.
Life is meant to be embraced, and every moment that we can, be in Communion with God.

A few days ago I came to the realisation that listening to God's heart and living in it's rhythm is hard and sometimes hard to render! What I mean is sometimes you have those days when you've heard something and you are not sure whether its Him, a weird dream or you trying to make it God's heart. (Sounds like being a teenager all over again!)

The purpose of this blog is not to give clarity on this situation at all.
I am just sharing.
I was praying about this recently, and I mentioned to God that this is my issue, and that sometimes its difficult to put my ears to His Heart and listen.
Funny thing! He replied, in that BOOMING Old testament voice and this is what He said:

There are times when I put my Ears on your heart and I listen to you.

"The mystery of the humanity of Christ, that He sunk Himself into our flesh, is beyond all human understanding." - Martin Luther

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

"Give her everything she deserves! Festoon her life with Praises!"

These days women are not celebrated enough for being who they are.
Remember the days when a woman's ankle was idolised, of course not, we lived way after that!

We have mothers day and womens day and sometimes birthdays. And getting a breadmaker for any of these occasions is NOT celebrating the women we are! A breadmaker would be appreciated though;)
In fact I am not sure if a single gift can captivate a girls heart to say wow you are an amazing women. There are things don't get me wrong:
You holding your tummy and saying you are special, or I am scared of you but I love you.
(or perhaps at 9 months saying 'please let yourself out already!)
Like when you hold your new babe in your arms for the first time, and they look at you and you can hear everything that you are going to say this little thing... forever.
And what about that look that you get get when you say 'no' to your toddler!
Or the first time you spot amazement in your child's smile and eyes, all at the same time.
You remember the smell of your mother and hope that your little angel will remember you the same way.
The hero you are when help fix a broken toy or the astonishment they have in their faces when you read a story and mimic the big bad wolf!
When your nephew hands you gifts of dried leaves and beautiful stones.
That little hug that only you get!
Oh and what about that daughter you did not have, all wrapped in beautiful nieces!
What about the time you heard that your child was going to be ill for the rest of their lives and you decided to be better!
Perhaps the endless night's you spent in a hospital with your babe, were a beautiful gift, cos you never prayed like that before.
The baby you never mothered and you treasure forever and a day.
And mummy hugs and lala kisses, and gigglygoos and wafer biscuits. Muddy feet and yogurt!

And all these things were done to us by our mummies or the women in our lives.
Elephant kisses, gifts of paper, wise words shared between friends. Rescuing of priceless pets. Being picked up from school almost everyday to scour trees on the side of the road!
Being loved silently or with a smile.

More of these in little bundles everyday, celebrate us, women, aunties, sisters... somewhere along this journey you have played the role.

Love and Light and a wonderful Mother's day to you all!
>i<

Proverbs 31: 10 - 19
The Message, Eugene Peterson


"A good woman is hard to find,
and worth far more than diamonds.
Her husband trusts her without reserve,
and never has reason to regret it.
Never spiteful, she treats him generously
all her life long.
She shops around for the best yarns and cottons,
and enjoys knitting and sewing.
She's like a trading ship that sails to faraway places
and brings back exotic surprises.
She's up before dawn, preparing breakfast
for her family and organizing her day.
She looks over a field and buys it,
then, with money she's put aside, plants a garden.
First thing in the morning, she dresses for work,
rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started.
She senses the worth of her work,
is in no hurry to call it quits for the day.
She's skilled in the crafts of home and hearth,
diligent in homemaking.
She's quick to assist anyone in need,
reaches out to help the poor.
She doesn't worry about her family when it snows;
their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
She makes her own clothing,
and dresses in colorful linens and silks.
Her husband is greatly respected
when he deliberates with the city fathers.
She designs gowns and sells them,
brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops.
Her clothes are well-made and elegant,
and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.
When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,
and she always says it kindly.
She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,
and keeps them all busy and productive.
Her children respect and bless her;
her husband joins in with words of praise:
"Many women have done wonderful things,
but you've outclassed them all!"
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades.
The woman to be admired and praised
is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.
Give her everything she deserves!
Festoon her life with praises! "