Against My Soul part 2

I can do it.  I can vote for Trump.  As I looked at the last debate, it became clear which side was part adolescent, but also which side was against the sanctity of life.  I can lay down my issues with Trump, because they are issues that hit me in a personal way.  I feel confident that I know what kind of man he is and it is the kind of man who I have struggled against in my life experiences.

However, something greater is worthy of the statement, “Against my Soul.”   I can and will do everything in my power to prevent a candidate from winning who disrespects life and who would support and promote the killing of an unborn child.  This candidate is so evil, she supports dismembering the body and crushing the head of a baby in the womb, the place where a baby should feel the safest.  What kind of a woman would fight for that?

It bothers me that she disrespects life so much that she would murder. I would expect her to carry that philosophy through to every policy and area of government, for if she can disrespect an unborn baby’s life, she will disrespect ours at some level, maybe every level.  It is an unborn baby today.  Tomorrow, it may be mandated euthanasia of the elderly and the sickly.  Tomorrow it may be the extermination of certain groups and races.

The sanctity and respect of life lays at the very foundation of a freedom loving government.  It permeates every area from Congress to the classroom.  It is the basis of respect for each other as God made us and how God made us.  We are grateful for life, all life, for it is the greatest gift and privilege we could have in this world and in the next.  The doctor is cautious; the bully is silenced, the judge is fair, the teacher invests, and the parent loves, because of the precious life in the balance.

We protect and nourish that life.  We build bulwarks of wisdom to guide that life.  We give that life the tools to succeed and grow into a contributor, a lover of life, a mentor to others.  We give up ourselves, our dreams, our goals, our self-indulgences, and our plans for the future because this little one has entered our lives and we feel the awesome privilege and responsibility to love, protect him, and teach him.  This little one is not an  inconvenience or a burden.  He ain’t heavy; he’s my baby.  This little one is part of me; I am bonded for ever with him.  I have joy just watching him, just being with him. It is an honor to listen to him and to share with him what I and others have learned. I can feel the wonder of new things when I see through his eyes.  I catch the joy he shows at the little things that amuse him.  His giggles touch my soul, and it is then I know that my soul has touched  God.  For through my little one, I can know the Holy One.  I glimpse the innocence, the pure, the love of all that is right, and I feel more alive than at any other time.

How can we murder that?  In destroying that life, we destroy our own.  I see it in her.  I see the disrespect she has for the unborn and how that has translated into disrespect for the lives who get in her way.  It is not far to go from murdering an unborn child to murdering someone who thwarts her agenda or threatens to blow her cover. Yes, what does it matter that she let people die when she could have tried to saved them? They were only the lights of someones’ lives.  They brought joy to those who know that the reason to live is embodied in those we love.  She let them be dismembered, crushed and torn apart because they did not matter to her.

We cannot let this woman rule over us, for she will destroy us.  We will not matter to her.

 

 

 

My Morning Mantra

Thank you, Lord, that You are in control, that You work all things after the counsel of Your own will.

Thank you, Lord, that you do everything right on time, that my times are in Your hands.

Thank you, Lord, that You are faithful, the same yesterday, today, and forever, that You are the Rock that I stand on, the Song that I sing, my strong Habitation whereunto I continually resort.

Thank you, Lord, that You are my helper, that my help comes from the Lord which made heaven and earth, that You will not suffer my foot to be moved. You who keeps me will not slumber, You that keeps Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is my Keeper, the Lord is my Shade upon my right hand.  The sun shall not smite me by day, nor the moon by night.  The Lord shall preserve me from all evil.  He shall preserve my soul.  The Lord shall preserve my going out and my coming in from this time forth and even forevermore.

Thank you, Lord, that You are good, that Your mercy is everlasting, that your truth endures to all generations.

Thank you, Lord, that You love me with an everlasting love, that You command your lovingkindness in the daytime and in the night Your song will be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

Thank you, Lord, that You are my life.  You said that if I believe in you, out of my belly shall flow rivers of living water.

For in You I live, in You I move, and in You I have my being!

…taken  from the Holy Bible

Reciting this every morning for years on my way to work has helped me start the day with the right perspective and has enabled me to leave the day in His hands no matter what happens.

“Something Beautiful”

Something Beautiful

“If there were ever dreams that were lofty and noble
They were my dreams from the start
And the hopes for life’s best, were the hopes that I harbored
Down deep in my heart
But my dreams turned to ashes, my castles all crumbled
My fortune turned to loss
So I wrapped it all in the rags of my life
And laid it at the cross

And He made something beautiful, something good
All my confusion He understood
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife
But He made something beautiful of my life.”

-Bill Gaither

Tonight I was watching a man expressing his love to his family while he was on stage singing.  It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.  I cried.  I cried for the beauty of it.  I cried for the loss of it, for never having known it.  I cried when I saw the look on his wife’s face.  There really are men out there that love their wives and families with all their hearts and are not only faithful, but live their lives for that moment when they walk through the door to be with their family every night.  These are men who are noble, honest and good.

I can see the beauty of love in their eyes.  I can see it reflected in the faces and eyes of their wives and children.  They glow with beauty.  This kind of man is “one of America’s best.”  He is a man who has been tested, tried, and has been found a winner, a creation of beauty.

Jaded eyes cannot see this beauty.  Bitterness blinds with night and there is no joy in morning.  Castles have crumbled, dreams have turned to ashes, and all is lost. These eyes have known rejection and betrayal, and refuse to believe there is beauty.  All men are relegated to realms of the damned.  All men are liars and cheats.  That is all she has ever known.

Until-

One day her eyes were opened to behold the most beautiful Love there has ever been.  A Love Who is in control…

A Love Who holds her times in His hand…

Who is faithful, a Rock to stand on, a Song to sing, a strong Habitation where she can continually resort…

A Love Who made heaven and earth and yet helps her…

A Love Who is good, Whose mercy is everlasting, and Whose truth endures forever…

Who commands His loving kindness to her in the daytime and sends His song to her in the night…

A Love Who gives her life, Who is her life…

Who gives her sight…

She takes His hand,

And in Him she lives, and moves, and has her being.

“Memories…light the corners of my mind.”

I lost my little girl when she was 2 and a half years old.  It devastated me, but it also taught me never to take people for granted.  Even now, when my grown children leave, I assure them that I love them.  It could be the last time I see them.  How precious my parents are to me!  How I wish I could spend more time with my brother and my sisters!  And now there are my precious grandchildren that I miss so much when I am not with them.

I remember vividly when we dropped my oldest son off at college far away.  He walked away from the car after saying good-bye, and I lost it.  He didn’t see it or know it, but I cried for the next two hours.  I lost him forever that day.  Life was never the same, and to this day, I still miss him so much that my heart aches when I think of him.  He was and still is my pride and joy.

Dropping off my daughter at college tore me up as well.  I always felt like she was my own heart walking around outside of me, and when I had to say good-bye to her in less than ideal and possibly unsafe conditions…well…I learned again to let go and trust in God for her safety.  But, a huge hole was left in my life.  Everyday, I miss her.

I am forever grateful that the memories they left behind were wonderful ones.  Danny and I loved to laugh together.  He loved to sing and seek the truth about things.  He still does.  Amie amazed me so many times with her boldness and bravery when I knew that inside she was just a scared little girl.  She let nothing stop her. She was always the leader, the captain of her little army (her brothers and sisters), the risk taker, and the seeker of new adventures.

What precious memories I have to keep me company!  They are like gifts I will have forever.  Forever I will have the memories my little Susie left me when she died, gifts of hugs and kisses, memories of the way she talked and the things she did.

I hope that when I die I will leave good memories to the people I love.  I really hope they don’t remember my bad moments.  I would like them to remember that I was kind, loving, and patient.  I want them to remember that above all I loved God and lived for Him.

After Susie died, her grandparents out of their love for her, latched onto her sister Amie.  We had moved about 3 or 4 hours away at the time, and they would make a point of visiting on Amie’s birthday.  They would take us all out to eat at a pizza place and shower her with gifts.    I remember though, that Amie did not care about the gifts.  She loved being with her grandma and grandpa and ignored the presents.  One birthday, when they finally said good-bye and walked out into the night, Amie cupped her face to the window and watched them drive away until way after she could no longer see them.  Then she walked to the couch, and picked up her stack of boxed presents and carried them around the house until bedtime.

How that incident spoke to me!  Those gifts were all she had left of her grandparents and memories are all I have left of Susie.  But what of the memories I leave?  What kind of presents will my loved ones open after I am gone?  I don’t want to leave gifts that stink of grouchiness, moodiness, anger, selfishness, or neglect.  I don’t want to leave dark miserable gifts of dishonesty, hypocrisy or regrets. When my children and loved ones open the gifts I will leave, I hope they find the beauty of a life filled with God’s grace that spreads to others.  And I hope that the memories of God’s faithfulness to me will carry them through the rest of their lives.  These are the gifts I want to leave with them. These are the memories I want to light their way.