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In The Arms Of The Angels
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Do you ever think about our angels?
There are those who watch over us every day.
We are safe in the arms of the angels who do the will of the Father.
Nothing can harm us that He does not allow.
Sleep in peace in the arms of God - and His angels…
Peace.
I’m thinking, tonight, about forgiveness…about letting go and moving forward.
I’m thinking about how bitterness can keep you stuck, like quick-sand - the more you fight and struggle, the more you sink.
I’ve felt bogged down in the mire of hurt and un-forgiveness…many times. And many times I’ve had to renew my resolve to look ahead, not behind…or even down at my present predicament.
I suppose it’s innate to the human condition to focus on what is…or what seems to be, rather than what lies ahead - to lose sight of the possible while running a constant mental list of the impossibilities.
But, peace comes after the letting go, and the rescuing comes after the surrender.
So, I choose to look forward…”forgetting what lies behind, I fix my eyes on the Author and Finisher of my faith”.
And what the Enemy means to use to harm me, I will surrender to God to use for His good. There is no room for bitterness in that.
I’ve had four babies - so I know what it means to “fix my eyes”, to focus on the goal and not the pain. It’s a choice of the will.
Many times my strength fails me, when I notice the “quick-sand”, when I feel the pain - and, it’s then that my struggle can cause me to look down. But, there’s no safety there…no peace, only panic.
It is in these times of struggle that I remember - “Fix your eyes. Look ahead. Let go. Be still. Forgive…surrender…know peace.” Then comes the rescue.
And I am freed to run to my Rescuer and make His mercy mine.
Peace.
Safe Place?
What is it? Where is it? Does it really exist?
Yes.
It lives, not in the grand and spectacular - but in simplistic and still.
It resides in the quiet places - the smallest streams of the soul.
It reveals itself in the whispers of mercy and care:
That whispered hug that says, “You’re safe with me.”
And when it is unearthed, I remember.
I remember and rest in the knowledge that it’s all okay.
It’s okay to just be - and to not be pretty, or graceful, or charming, or great…but just to be.
This is my safe place, my place to be - or not to be. My place to be…me.
-A. L. B.
The boys and I are home sick today - nothing serious, just a sore throat and head-cold. My heart has been racing again, too, so I’m just going to stay in today and try not to get worked up.
I think my blogging abilities may be related to my caffeine intake.
I want to write, but I can’t think of anything to say. My head’s in a kind of fog.
Writing, for me, is a lot like breathing, and I feel like I’m just holding my breath.
I have so many thoughts, but I can’t seem to put them in any kind of order.
I’ve spent some time again reading quotes, poems and writings of others. I love to do that. I don’t even know why.
It kind of gives me an insight into how other people process things and deal with the situations in their lives.
This poem, in particular, struck me:
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to understand that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head held high and your eyes wide open.
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
You learn to build your roads
On today because tomorrow’s ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have
A way of falling down in midflight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong.
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…and you learn
With every goodbye you learn. -Veronica A. Shoffstall
This has been a learning time for me. Of course, all of life really is, but some seasons have a way of completely changing our perspective, our attitude, and our reaction to whatever situations arise.
So, I’m learning - with all the hello’s and goodbye’s, I learn.
With every high and every low, I learn. And, hopefully, my tomorrows - and the tomorrows of those around me will be different for those lessons.
Helen Keller writes: “Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.”
Learning, growing, and becoming more content in whatever season I’m in is a major part of my personal journey, especially lately.
So, here’s to learning, changing, growing…and remembering to breathe. More peace and contentment can come with every breath.
Just breathe.
Peace.
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