No chastening seems to be joyful for the present, but painful; nevertheless, afterward it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those you have been trained by it.
God’s answer to my question this evening.
Why am I in this place?
They questioned Jesus, pointing at the man staring into the sun.
“Whose fault is it? Did he sin or did his parents sin?” They rationed someone must have done something horribly wrong to warrant such a miserable existence. Sitting in the dust of the street, the man remained silent with the crowd as they waited for Jesus’ answer.
Jesus answered, “He was born blind in order that the workings of God should be manifested - displayed and illustrated - in him.” (John 9:3, Amplified New Testament)
Glory came and the man was healed. He was questioned, prodded, made fun of, rebuked and finally thrown into the street.
His final answer to his accusers, “Since the beginning of time it was never heard of that anyone opened the eyes of a man born blind. If that Man were not from God, He would never be able to do anything like this” (John 9:32-33, Amp. NT).
His body bore the marks of healing. His mouth proclaimed the truth.
Am I willing to be blind to reveal God’s glory?
Will I declare his healing?
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On Superbowl Sunday I will be running a half marathon and this will declare the healing of my body and mind.
Yet, there are still areas of blindness in my life…
insecurity and fear…
I invite the light in - will do all in my power to change - but know that ultimately and finally
the power of change and healing
can only come from above.
I have already pulled my bootstraps taught - but I cannot rise from the mire
on my own.
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Daddy,
heal me.
the greatest gift is being heard
listened to
being told that you are important
this was her gift to me
she held my story and in telling it back to me
I found the interpretation behind my own words.
When Brian created this site, I asked him what I should write about.
“What whatever you need to write.”
So… I’m taking him up on his word.
I have finally made my new year’s resolutions for this year. Last year there were three. This year there is one.
To write –
I hope you will excuse the rambling, rabbit trails and dead ends.
This is my site.
These are my words
and I do enjoy a ramble.
The yellow umbrella was propped up against the wall and it fell as she slammed the door.
The first time he saw her was from afar. It was the yellow umbrella that caught his attention.
The umbrella blew across the sky like a symbol of forlornness.
The boat skidded to a halt in his mind. All he wanted to travel the seas with a wife. But the longer he waited, the more he knew he would just have to go.